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"Bill Colin, a thousand men of the city guard, Viscount...... George Boson, the captain of the city guard, the viscount, the ninth, that's fast...... How many days is this?"

With a sigh, Edward clumped the paper in his hand with Juanxiu writing and threw it on the table in front of him.

"Sixth day, Your Excellency. ”

Anna Sue, who was standing at the table, reached out and took the information that had been copied from the spies of the Lino Bili Chamber of Commerce, and then carefully copied the beasts, and her voice was cold, protesting against the other party's waste of the fruits of her labor, but it was a pity that the hateful man leaned back, and ignored the expression of the female staff beautifully.

"Six Days......" nodded, and he whispered to himself.

Six days are fleeting......

Compared to the negotiation with the Sword Saint and the Duke, compared to dealing with the two Blazing Heavenly Divine Servants, compared to dealing with the elusive female ** master...... These days were rare times of peace for Edward, but although they were peaceful, they were not pleasant, because he was finally able to calm down and do something that he had not had time for before.

In the past six days, he did not leave the territory for half a step, and began to roughly integrate and organize all the forces at his disposal, perfect the machine for paper manufacturing, recruit manpower, form a new production line, supervise the quality of mass-produced chemical weapons, and intensify training, which occupied almost ninety percent of his time.

However, the time spent and the results obtained were not very ideal.

There were successes - for example, the mages had gathered in one place and had done some meticulous research to find a way to remove the influence of the Pandorian amulet. After nesting a protective circle outside the original spatial magic circle, they finally succeeded in resisting the unstable influence brought by the evil talisman, and restored the effect of the two spatial channels of the fire element and the water element plane to the maximum.

But it was not without a price - in order to completely stabilize these spatial passages, the value of the gems smashed on these two magic circles reached at least more than 200,000 gold coins, which was yellow and clear, genuine gold, and the amount was enough to make a king even gasp.

The old guys along with Axari. The way they think about problems is a standard department – they don't calculate the cost as long as they can achieve the best results. This amount of money is enough to bankrupt any isolated mage, and even a mage with a small territory may not be able to obtain such a fortune. In fact, it wasn't an easy effort even for someone, who had at least a third of the various gems and spellcasting materials he had accumulated. It's enough to make a certain 'skinner' scold in pain.

Thankfully, the benefits of the investment were equally encouraging, as the new blacksmith's furnace swallowed the ore like a giant monster. The reddish molten iron was also fed into the forging press day and night. Then, in the heavy movements of those giants, they were pressed into swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks,

The first batch of weapons was quickly ready, and now, the second batch of a thousand pieces of armor. It was already necessary to leave Burgundy and head to Drum Hill - according to the latest information, the soldiers of the Duke of Black Eagle had begun the first tentative migration to the Earldom of Zizilon.

A lot of things, isn't it?

But again, it's six days. For Edward's companion who was far away in the middle of the romance, it was clear that he could do much more and more sensational.

After the poor Minister of War, there had been several murders in the city of Romandy in the past six days, and in each case there must have been some death—two generals, a deputy commander of the Order, and the leaders of the six city guards, and a quarter of the old emperor's military and political personnel had disappeared into thin air.

This degree. It's a little too fast.

The loss of a marquis, two counts, and seven viscounts is a big deal at any time, even if it's just empty titles that serve the throne. It was also enough to make the entire aristocratic circle tremble.

However, the reason for His Royal Highness the Prince's claim to the public was nothing more than a sentence of 'There are cultists who serve demons and kill nobles, and we are stepping up our investigation into this'. There was nothing else to add. Dry, almost as a pretext for lime powder. I'm afraid that even the poor who have no political mind will believe that this is the real inside story.

But so what?

A king can not be merciful, he can not be smart, he can not be brave, but decisiveness is definitely a virtue that an emperor must have...... The purpose of this purge is obviously clear and accurate. Therefore, the nobles wisely chose to shut up collectively, "The blood of the nobles is precious, and not a single drop can be spilled lightly," this ancient adage has long been left behind their timidity.

"What do you think about that?"

"What?"

"What do you think he wants to do and what he can do about this Prince of Strand, and the people around him?" said Edward, after a moment of silence.

"There's nothing surprising about killing, and every time that distinguished chair is replaced with a new owner, this dirty game is probably chosen as a ritual of handover. The aristocratic woman made a voice that didn't know whether it was a sigh or a sneer: "It's nothing more than profit." ”

Edward smiled and held out his hand, motioning to continue.

"The nobles act for the sole purpose of profit, justice or fairness, and they are nothing more than a splendid coat to be draped over it, as they have always done, or to be condemned by the defacement of the coat, but when necessary, they will never mind taking off this cloth as a stepping foot to win the smile of the lady called profit, and if necessary, some shirt called goodness, or humanity, and they will not even blink an eye. ”

The corners of Anna Sue's mouth hooked a mocking arc, and her words were not half polite: "This new king, Your Majesty, is undoubtedly smart, and when he strikes at one side, the interests that leak between his fingers are enough to make the cleverness of several big families shut their mouths." And with the long and strong enough stick of military power, he can naturally let these courtiers know who they should listen to. If nothing happens, we may hear the news of the death of a king in the next few days. ”

Edward nodded slightly, noncommittal.

Anna Sui's analysis is the most sound, but also the most conservative, and this matter. It's not just the rotation of a son of heaven and a courtier......

In fact, if he could, Edward would have been more than willing to sort out Miss Staff's thoughts, and then report it to Marilyn, and then let the madwoman make her own judgment—he had never been involved in this kind of chaos. As long as the other party can fulfill her promises. Psychic Warlocks don't mind a little.

It's just that this kind of thing, even if you use your knees, you know that it can't be so simple.

The woman's request was to know what Thomas was "doing." "If so, a sloppy report. I'm afraid it's impossible for her to willingly send a spell to change her real name, let alone interpret the contract between Edward and Claudia.

By the way, there is also the inexplicable beast human bloodline that appeared on Cecilia's body.

Actually, six days ago. For the curse that Cecilia suddenly broke out, Edward still had some luck - he thought that it might be a curse imposed by the ** master, and the curse is also a genus of magic, as long as it is magic, it can't jump out of the category of magic, although it seems mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people, it is actually just a complex skill. Since it is a skill, it naturally has its own know-how. After analyzing the nature, composition, and energy context of the spell, you can find a way to guide or reverse the dissolution, as long as it takes a little more time. As usual, there are no spells that cannot be solved.

Unfortunately, after a round of discussions with Yasari, he realized how troublesome it was to know only half-understood.

Bestiality is not a magical thing at all. Instead, it's closer to a virus, an infectious disease, and the biggest problem is that even magic can't do anything about it.

Originally, this world is magical. Many diseases can be treated directly with divine magic, but bestiality is an exception. No matter how clever a priest is, no matter how powerful his magic is, he can't get rid of it. Some people say that it is because it originated from an evil god that has long disappeared in history, and some people say that this is a special change in the human body itself, although it is caused by the saliva or blood of the beast man, but the ultimate problem is that it will permanently change the structure of the human body itself, so that it can freely change with the magic net, and with the growth of human beings more and more deep, so no matter what magic art, there is no effective cure for this disease.

Basically hopeless. I can only watch the patient go further and further on the road of beasthood step by step, and finally become a monster that mixes the characteristics of humans and beasts.

In essence, Edward does not reject being a cat-eared girl with his female companion, and the so-called budding culture that he has been exposed to for more than ten years has long made his receptivity so wide that the imagination of ordinary people in this plane has long been exceptive, but the cat-eared girl is of course very good, but the bestiality is extremely dangerous, the final state of bestiality, but it no longer has a trace of human form at all, if it is not treated as soon as possible, Cecilia, as an infected person, may become a real cat.

So there is no doubt that there is a deal between Edward and Marilyn, but it is not fair. Therefore, Edward did not expect that the other party would obediently act according to his intentions. Only if there is some sincerity on both sides, or if things can be resolved a little easier.

So, what does Thomas want to do?

On the surface, it is obvious that what that guy wants is not just this country, he is concentrating the power of this country in his own hands, and then he wants to control this power and start a war against the empire.

This war, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a conquest, otherwise, he wouldn't have to work so hard and risk being held accountable by the ** masters - the power he has has at least touched the edge of the Nine Rings spell, and he also has a magic prop or ability that divides out the ** space. With such power, it is not a problem to raise one or two lords in the empire, and then gradually replace them, whether it is to expand the power or to take revenge on someone, not to mention, if his target is an individual, then as long as he pays some price and finds a few ** divisions to join forces, it is probably not difficult to erase any creatures below the gods.

The Psychic Warlock shook his head, and now his train of thought seemed to have reached a dead end again, in the last two days, he had thought about these questions several times, but it was no surprise that he could not give an answer to it.

Using a spell or psionic scout?

Then we need enough people to find out where this sub-guru will appear.

"Your Excellency. You entrust ...... We have completed all the work we have assigned. ”

"You've worked hard. The young man nodded absentmindedly, and with a flick of his hand, a little obscure green light flew out of his fingertips and fell into the forehead of the mercenary leader: "This is a reward for you." Be adaptable. I hope it will make you strong one day. Able to serve me better. ”

Lenion's body shuddered. Then a hint of joy was revealed.

Knowledge of that strange power was flowing into his mind,-

"Your Excellency, if you can. You should give this kind of power to those who need it more. Thinking slightly, the old mercenary spoke. Edward couldn't help but be stunned

Once the seeds of Isgandar's strength are planted, it is impossible for subordinates to have any mentality of resistance. At least so far, it seems so. But now, the old mercenary in front of him actually raised an objection?

Does he have a way to resist this accusation?

"This kind of power is too much luxury for me. ”

A dry smile squeezed out of Leenion's emaciated face, and he slowly spoke: "I'm not good at stealth activities, and I'm not fast, and the few swordsmanship I'm good at are just a little useful for ordinary people, even if I have more power...... There's not much value either. ”

The mercenary leader shook his head and sighed in his heart.

That power feels weird. But Beauty, watching his body penetrate the obstacle like a phantom, he immediately thought that he could use this move to pass through the opponent's sword, and then rush into the opponent's arms. It seems that the effect of incarnating a monster is enough to make the ** in a warrior's heart expand exponentially.

But decades of mercenary career have long taken away the vigorous ambition that belongs to young people in Leenion's heart, and the mercenary leader thought about it a little. The decision was made, after the use of power. That trance-like feeling was an unacceptable flaw, and the blurring time of two or three breaths could only give him a slight advantage, and the slight vertigo that followed was enough to make this ability a regrettable superfluous.

"There is a threshold for entry in any level of combat, and allies below this threshold will only have a counterproductive effect on their comrades - it is foolish to die worthlessly, and it is a sin to bury allies with them. For people with low abilities, adding one or two unique abilities will not greatly increase their combat effectiveness, and the only effect is to create a chaotic battle to consume the opponent and achieve victory. ”

The mercenary leader's words were so sincere that the Psychic Warlock had to agree.

This world is unfair, even if you work hard, you may not be able to exceed the goal, you still have to have talent. But this world is extraordinarily fair, each life has its own unique personality, if you can flexibly correspond to your advantages, choose the right path for yourself - a child may be born without magical qualifications, but after a few years of growth, he will find that his muscle explosion is quite good, and with a little training he can become a strong man. Or know that you have a unique creative ability in the field of music and art, so you can become a bard or a painter.

But why, I always seem to have some feeling that I can break through this limitation?

A thought suddenly turned over in his memory made Edward's heart move.

Lenion looked at the young man in a daze, until the somewhat cool palm pressed against his forehead.

In the next moment, like a stream of water, it was sent into the mercenary's mind along the hand, as if to make his body tremble slightly, but soon, this coldness turned into a trace of warmth.

This feeling is extremely strange, and his thoughts slowly swim with that energy, some clear, some blurry, and the memories that float up and fall like smoke and dust in the darkness of his eyes closed, and finally disappear without a trace, as if there is an invisible palm, turning the content in his mind.

But it made the mercenary captain have a strange feeling - as if something that did not belong to him in the first place had been stuffed into his head.

Is it the new power?

As the hand left his forehead, the mercenary leader tried to draw the sword at his waist and waved it, but frowned.

Seem...... Unexpected clumsiness.

He started practicing swords at the age of twelve, and it has been twenty-six years now, and this long sword has been with him for six years, although it is only a long sword with a ring of spells attached, but for a mercenary, it is already a good weapon, and it has accompanied him for the longest time. So even with his eyes closed, he was able to put his fingers into the bumpy grip on the hilt of the sword, and even when he lost his balance, he could pull it out of the scabbard......

But now, the weapon he was most familiar with was now so unfamiliar, and the handle that had already been rubbed against Wu was so hard that his hand hurt. Your support is my biggest motivation. )