Chapter 153 Real yàn

In Iryn's view, everything is natural. Byron's defeat seemed to him to be a matter of mathematics, a question of how long it would last. Since he is the prime minister, he has the obligation to do his best to push this qiē to an end.

Byron's rebellion was much simpler than the other thing.

He stood up and walked away from the room with steady steps, one of his servants waiting at the door, as he had hoped.

"My lord, Mr. Ah Jin is already waiting for you in your office. The servant replied respectfully.

"When did he come?" asked Irynne.

"You came when you first started the meeting. The servant replied. "He's been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Oh, then I've got to get over there. Eryn said. Although this Ah Jin is just a businessman who smells of copper, since he is a guest he invited, it is rude to make the guest wait so long. Not only that, but this Ah Jin is also a related person who re-emphasizes the dà incident...... I heard that because of the sale of magic scrolls for the church, this Ah Jin's influence should not be underestimated, and he is not the kind of person who can be disposed of at will.

What should be the solution? Scare? Or be open and honest in asking for cooperation? What if Ah Jin doesn't know how to lift and refuses to cooperate? He pondered this question as he walked. In the end, I think it's better to take some more skillful ways and not cause too much trouble. If Ah Jin doesn't cooperate, then he can use taxes as a reason to get out the ledger of his "scroll" chamber of commerce.

There must be evidence in that ledger that Ashrufat colluded with merchants to steal the treasury......!

Well, after Ah Jin's matter is dealt with, he should be able to discuss policy issues with those guys in the church. It takes a lot of patience and skill, but the people in the church are not fools, and they know how to judge the situation. Some suitable ...... conditions should push them to make the right choice faster. At the moment, even the loss of magical communication could not be sustained. The dignified prime minister, the important minister of the state, but he has to ask the businessman for information, what kind of system is this?

While thinking about a series of key points of work in the future, he accelerated his pace.

......

"Ashrufat, you're back!" the little girl shouted and pounced.

When Ashrufat walked into the little girl's tent, he had no idea that he would be greeted so warmly.

Fortunately, none of the guards who arranged for the little girl were nearby—because of their gender, the little girl's tent was relatively independent, and her guards were standing at a distance, so Ashrufat could at least hope that the guards did not hear the little girl's cry.

To tell the truth, if a third party was present, he would never see the little girl's attitude as a courtier who was welcomed by a queen. Because the little girl threw herself on Ashrufat's chest, she laughed at first, and then began to choke.

"I'm so scared...... I'm so scared...... I'm really scared......" she recounted something about what had happened in the past two days. From those bloody scenes, those uneasiness and fear of killing, all kinds of feelings and experiences, these are quite a heavy mental burden for a little girl like Little Girl. It was also thanks to the fact that she had experienced a lot with Eshurufat before, and she had seen dead people and blood, otherwise, maybe she would not have been able to disguise herself to this point on the surface.

"No...... You're doing a great job. Ashrufat comforted. "Don't blame yourself...... The first time, everyone is scared, restless, worried, and no one is exempt. Courage doesn't mean not worrying about being scared......," he said softly. "My teacher once told me that war is a terrible thing, and it is true for anyone. ”

"Are you scared too?"

"Yes, at most, everyone is afraid of something different. ”

"But why...... You look calm?"

"You must be very calm in the eyes of others. Ashrufat smiled. "Even though I tried to pretend to be calm, I was scared. ”

I don't know why, after this sentence blurted out, he remembered something, he used to be in a certain military camp...... Talk to someone. No, it's not that he's talking to someone else, it's that person suing him like that. But who was that person? But in the end, all he got was these vague impressions, and he couldn't remember much more.

"Ashrufat, where the hell have you been?" the little girl had already burst into tears and laughed.

"I've gone to see Byron. He replied. "And I was warmly welcomed, Byron welcomed me with three cannons. ”

"What!" the little girl's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I'm not back. I said I would be back, don't worry about me. "That being said, but Ashrufat knew that this time it was indeed an adventure. Although he knew that he had a body that far exceeded that of ordinary people, he really didn't feel that he had to think about it so much when it came to what the consequences of being shot would be. He is indeed physically superior to ordinary people, but he is not indestructible, and the sword can still hurt him - only the speed of recovery is a little faster than that of ordinary people.

"I ...... Am I a queen now?" asked the little girl suddenly. As she spoke, her face turned red.

"Of course, as long as you consider yourself a queen, you are a queen. Ashrufat replied. "Stay here for a day or two longer, and then we'll leave for Fornoros. ”

"Hey, didn't you teach me 'the speed of soldiers'? why wait?" asked the little girl. The reason why she didn't leave was to wait for Ashrufat. Now that Ashrufat has returned safely, there is no need to wait.

"It's nothing, it's just that I see that your work of collecting the bodies of the dead is not yet complete. Ashrufat replied. "When it comes to enemy corpses, it's common to dig a few huge pits, stuff them with corpses, and fill them with earth. But this time, the dead were all Gruni's soldiers, so if they could be carefully restrained, they would be able to appear tolerant and generous. Besides, Byron had long been prepared for defensive operations, so no matter how fast he was, he couldn't take it by surprise...... So in this matter, it is not right for the soldiers to be fast. ”

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The stench of decomposing corpses wafted out of the cemetery and hung over the village. The smell was everywhere, wafting through every door, every window, inside and outside every house.

Rokin stood on a hill at the edge of the village, smelling the rancid smell. It tasted so good, but unfortunately it wasn't what he wanted. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head. He failed again. There aren't many villages with a decent population, no damned priests, and no defenses.

The figures of two servants turned out from behind the nearest house. They were all cloaked in a grayish-brown cloak that looked like the color of pus and blood after it had clotted. When they are far apart, they use gestures to convey signals to their masters.

"Are they all dead...... Hey, alas. Rogin shook his head again. "Sure enough, there's still something wrong with my magic. The one two days ago was quite successful. He said to himself. "What is the problem? the same power that my loving father Nurgle gave me, the same spell casting process...... Why are there different results?"

As he pondered the complexity, the two servants had returned to him. The two of them are much worse than Luo Jin in terms of strength and appearance. At least Rogin's countenance was intact, and the faces of the two servants were covered with scars. But that's not all, if someone who doesn't know the truth boldly lifts their cloak, they will see a hellish body: their bodies are swollen and cracked, and yellow mucus is flowing from the wounds from time to time. Even those skin that is still intact are covered in scabies and dandruff.

A few flies flew around them. These pests were bigger than anyone had ever seen, and their moth-sized bodies were covered in black hair.

"Tell me the details of what you have seen. Rogin said.

The servants' voices were sticky, filled with a gruesome softness, making one wonder if their vocal organs had melted into a mass of slime. Still, they made things clear - and to be honest, it was no different from what Login had guessed.

"Damn, I thought I had all the control. He cursed softly. He is working on simplifying and diluting the power of his father's bounty, reducing the complexity and speeding up the casting of spells while reducing the power. This will exert much greater power in the war.

When Marven first mentioned this construction, Luo Jin was still very unimpressed. But now, after being proven again and again, even Luo Jin has to admit that Marven's construction is very effective. This method of spreading the power of Nurgle was originally rather flawless: it would take a long time for a small village of a few hundred people to die of a vicious disease—weeks or more if you were to start preparing for the spell. Destroying a city with this method is even more cumbersome - it would require dozens of sorcerers favored by Nurgle to cast the spell at the same time, and it would take a year or more from the beginning of preparation to the final full effect. In the past, with rare exceptions, the wizards of Nurgle would not have done such things in times of war.

But Marven's Jianyì makes people see another way. It is not necessary to make all enemies sick, nor is it necessary to make everyone suffer from a terrible disease that cannot be cured. In fact, even if only a part of the enemy is sick, and it is a minor illness that can be cured in more than ten days, it can greatly reduce the combat strength of the enemy army. And doing this kind of thing only requires a wizard's night's work.

Anyone can imagine the heart-warming image of the weak Southerner soldiers struggling to fight, but their sickness was enough to make him unable to fight, if not deadly. Then, the warriors of the gods could break through their lines with ease, tearing through their defenses like knives into flesh and blood, crushing all resistance in an instant. Think of how much glory he would have received if he fought in this way. He would be Nurgle's favorite child, and any reward would be in his mind.

Rogin sighed again, pulling himself back from his beautiful fantasy to reality. The war has not yet begun, at least not in full swing. He also needs a lot of practice to master this technique...... There wasn't much time left, he had to pick up the pace!