Known as the "Witch of the Night", Priscilla is proficient in wide-area strategic auxiliary magic and conventional four-element magic. She is not only a supporter of the Roman royal family, but also means that she is not as easily controlled by threats as an ordinary young lady who has not experienced the world.
With the former regent being exiled and herself almost breaking up with her former companions, she now only obeys the orders of the Roman royal family.
If everyone continues to force the royal family to make concessions, it may push the royal family into a corner and reject the previous proposal to "invite the regent back" -
If the royal representative really did this and no one was suitable to invite the man back, the Roman Empire would probably be doomed.
In order to avoid the worst outcome, the faction leaders with their own ulterior motives had to argue over the topic of "who gives up more benefits".
The two sides discussed the issue and finally came to the conclusion that the nobles and the landlords made concessions respectively and released the Workers' Union and the Red Cross.
For them, it was the pain of having their monopoly profits cut off abruptly, but for Bishop Peter and General Dreshuka, it was just the beginning.
After all, the ambitious regent would definitely not be satisfied with just this little bit of interest. It was already widely known that he wanted to overthrow the heart of this world dominated by blood and genius.
General Dreshuka and Patriarch Peter must be prepared, even if it means sacrificing the landlords or nobles. Right now the Roman Empire needs him to return like lightning.
At the same time, seeing that everyone had almost finished talking, the royal representative whispered a few words to the attendant, then clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.
"We will give the Night Witch ten days to bring him back. Using the convenient magic portal network that the Regent built in various important cities, it shouldn't take too long to find out where he is."
He said, "But we have to prepare for the possibility that he is dead somewhere... So everyone, let's talk about the management of the "drought" and the important matters overseas, from the empire across the sea."
Everyone looked up at the clock.
It is now exactly twelve o'clock in the night.
Bishop Peter was already a little sleepy. He didn't want to stay any longer in this situation where he had to give up his own interests. Besides, the empire across the sea? The coastal affairs? What did this have to do with the diocese in the north!
You coastal people can't even handle the coastline problem? Why not give me all the money there so I don't waste it...
"That's General Dreshuka's problem."
After leaving these words, Patriarch Peter left first.
The next to leave were the nobles and landlords, who looked extremely upset because of the surrender of their interests.
They also don't want to stay in this hellhole any longer. God knows whether they will have to continue to give up their interests, making the already tight treasury even tighter
It would be better to just pretend I didn't hear it from the beginning! As for the royal family's threats? Humph!
Apart from owning the capital as a cultural centre and claiming the country, what else does the royal family have now
"I'm a little tired."
"I have to attend a banquet hosted by businessmen tomorrow. Excuse me."
After each leaving a word, they left the meeting room even faster than when they came.
Finally, the royal representative who stayed at the round table and General Dreshuka looked at each other. Under the blank gaze of the royal representative, General Dreshuka, who had long been disappointed with the representatives at the round table, stood up and left without saying a word.
at the same time.
On the continent across the sea, it is already daytime, and an empire called "Isgard" is carrying out an intensive colonial expansion plan.
Through the previous political assistance to the "persecuted scholars" in the Roman Empire, the generals of Isgard judged that the Roman Empire was in an extremely chaotic and weak period. If Isgard wanted to expand its influence overseas and establish an enclave province overseas, then these few years would be their best opportunity.
However, the president of Isgard was still quite cautious about this, because she learned from the scholars of the Roman Empire that the regent Yang Hao was a rare genius and a living superstar.
Thanks to his efforts, the Roman Empire achieved what took Isgard fifty years to achieve in less than five years after its founding.
He promoted universal education in the Roman Empire, ensuring that the cultural level of the people in the Roman Empire would be steadily improved over the next ten years.
The university he created in the imperial capital is providing qualified officials and technical personnel for the entire empire, and he has even built a military academy to ensure the output of non-commissioned officers and highly trained soldiers.
He built steam factories to develop industry in the originally primitive Roman Empire, which still advocated "magical talent and blood talent", and transformed the original fragmented production of handicraft workshops into a large-scale industrial production system.
He is doing his best to make those originally expensive products cheap, and use these cheap but vital materials for modern countries in more valuable places. At the same time, he is also trying his best to narrow the gap between talented magicians and ordinary people.
He developed a series of technologies and insurances in the Roman Empire to ensure that the foundation of the country, namely agriculture, would be guaranteed, ensuring that even in years of natural disasters, the farmers of the Roman Empire could produce enough food to feed the entire empire.
He even created a free medical assistance organization for all citizens in the Roman Empire called the "Red Cross". This is still in the "planning stage" in Isgard, and it is unknown how many years it will take to be implemented.
All signs indicate that although the Roman Empire sounds chaotic now, after all, a country with so many reforms is worthy of the name of an empire and is still a powerful country that can compete with Isgard.
Even if the regent has been exiled by the villain, it is impossible for the entire empire to waste all the wealth he left behind, right
In Isgard, whether it is a scholar or an officer, whether it is a merchant or a professor, or even a beggar begging on the street—
They didn't think that the Roman Empire would be so stupid as to overturn all the socially beneficial reforms left by the Regent in order to completely exile him.
They believed that the scholars who escaped from the Roman Empire were exaggerating and spreading rumors that had been passed down through who knows how many hands - hey, you said that the villains in your country expelled or even killed that capable person, and we believe it!
But you said that in order to completely make a person lose his influence, they even demolished the foundation of his own house. Isn't what you said too exaggerated
Therefore, the President of Isgard expressed cautious opinion: Do we really want to launch a colonial war against the Roman Empire so urgently, instead of waiting for half a year for our latest steam battleships and new rifles to be launched
"With the new warships, we will have the power to crush the Roman Empire's navy. But the crushing of the navy alone cannot ensure the success of our war...
Considering the legacy left by the regent, the Roman Empire might have already started developing technologies such as the "flintlock rifle."
"Ms. President, but this way, we will have to wait longer for the new rifles to be put into service."
"This is better than having our army fight the enemy in a bad situation, isn't it? Moreover, this is a colonial war across an entire ocean. If it were the regent, he would not be able to see the weakness of our logistics that heavily relies on sea transportation... We must act with caution."
"That's true... He was a genius. We must be careful with the legacy left by a genius... Alas. Poor Regent, if he was in Isgard, would he have ended up like that?"
"Perhaps. After all, Ishgard is an open-minded country. Of course, it may also be because we don't value bloodline and magical talent here."
The blonde, blue-eyed Miss President shrugged and repeated:
"We don't value bloodline or magical talent. That's why we believe in everyone who has the ability. Just as you believe in me, I believe in you."
"Who wouldn't trust a little princess who has lived for more than a hundred years but still has a baby face? Haha! But it's strange. As a vampire, you don't care much about bloodline and magical talent. Why does the Roman Empire, which is made up of a group of orthodox humans, attach so much importance to these things?"
"You ask me, who should I ask? This is the job of scholars, my good general."
"That's true... Then, how about postponing the colonization plan for nine months?"
"Counting the sailing time... let's make it a full year. Let our caravan further collect all the news about the Roman Empire... No matter how stupid they are, they shouldn't be as stupid as those crazy scholars say, right?"
"Who knows?"
The colonization plan of Isgard came to an end for the time being. They were wary of the power behind the chaos of the Roman Empire, and they also regretted that the regent was born in the wrong place.
Meanwhile, at the monastery outside the village of Scuol late at night.
I changed into linen clothes and had my first hot meal in a year.
Yang Hao was at a loss as to what to do, so he followed Mother Teresa's orders and sat on the bench, waiting for Mother Teresa to cut his hair and shave his beard with a razor.
Chapter 4: New life and pursuers
It's late at night.
Tonight, Yang Hao had his first hot meal, and under the supervision of Sister Teresa he did not eat that much.
"Don't think too much. Don't think about this country. Just eat your food. But don't eat so much at once - don't wolf it down!
After all, your stomach and intestines may have been damaged by a year of eating raw and cold food... If you eat so much hot food at once, I'm afraid you'll need to find a doctor to treat you here.
But I don't have that much money. Ever since your Red Cross was overthrown and medical resources were monopolized by the landlords and nobles again... the poor can no longer afford to see a doctor.
So don't eat so much for your first meal today. Just drink some soup, eat some soft bread, and eat some vegetables. This is for your own good, so don't overeat in public!! Really..."
Sister Teresa seemed to be particularly concerned about Yang Hao's condition during this period. She had already judged from previous observations that Yang Hao's recent condition was very bad, so the hot food she prepared was mainly thick soup and soft bread that were easy to digest and would not hurt the weak stomach.
As Yang Hao wolfed down his food, he saw her looking through her wallet with a distressed look on her face. For a moment, he was filled with confusion: What value did he have that could make Mother Teresa treat him like this
This year's experience has made Yang Hao completely lose trust in the Roman Empire and even in humanity.
His mind was so tense that he suspected everyone wanted to kill him, but the actual situation was that he had no value at all, and even the robbers he met by chance were too lazy to pay attention to this lonely man.
And so... He was confused. He had felt confused more than once tonight.
Why did Mother Teresa do this
After enjoying the delicious food, the warmth and heat from his stomach finally turned into the strength to survive and surged into his limbs, also making his brain feel rarely tired - a kind of tiredness that he only felt in a safe place.
He wanted to lie down on the ground and rest for a while, but Mother Teresa did not allow him to lie down.
She just grabbed Yang Hao's ear and dragged him in front of the mirror, then pulled a chair that barely fit his height for him, and took out a razor with a very blunt blade.
The blade of the razor gleamed in the candlelight. She fetched a basin of hot water and soaked the dirty wool towel. Then she put the warm towel over Yang Hao's beard and messy hair, and then put it down:
"Let me make it clear to you first. I will only shave half of your beard and hair."
She said, glancing at Yang Hao's stiff body, and then she sighed:
"After all, I don't want to put too much pressure on you - as the saying goes, beauticians are the easiest assassins to complete.
You see, in order to shave your beard, you have to let someone scrape your neck and head with a knife. If you are not careful, blood will splatter five steps away.
You have to make sure that the person who cuts your hair and shaves you is someone you trust the most, otherwise your body will not be able to relax at all...
But you can't shave yourself, and I hate it when you look so messy and wild in my house, so let's compromise - I'll shave half of your beard and you can do the rest yourself, how about that? "
"Well… "
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Mother Teresa smacked her lips. As she had said before, beauticians were the easiest killers to carry out assassinations.
Because the job of "shaving" requires the blade to be aimed at the most vulnerable part of the chin and neck, and the beard is cut with a sharp blade. The blade can easily cut the beard, and naturally it can also easily cut the throat.
In fact, in the early days of the founding of the Roman Empire, Yang Hao's subordinates, who were busy with domestic reforms in the Roman Empire, encountered this kind of "shaving assassination".
The bodies were horrific, and beauticians were even able to be shielded by their masters with the excuse of "mistake on the part" after being caught. Even the most conscientious judge could only give the killer a charge of "manslaughter" due to the imperfect law, and then imprisoned him according to the terms, but he was found to have escaped within a few days.
There is almost no cost, and even if the killer is caught, there is not much price to pay, so "shaving assassination" is a common assassination tactic used by nobles and landowners.
After being exiled, Yang Hao was also worried that his enemies would use similar methods to kill him, but in the end he suddenly realized that there was no need to worry about this.
After all, who would waste money on someone who is already completely dead in the Roman Empire
He laughed at his own worries in his heart, but he felt very nervous when Sister Teresa's razor slid across his neck.
If her blade was already touching the skin of his neck at this moment, if...
The bad thing is that she only shaved half of her beard. Fortunately, she only shaved half of her beard.
He looked in the mirror and saw his messy beard and hair being shaved into a ridiculous shape by Sister Teresa's clumsy technique. After he confirmed that Sister Teresa was not deliberately taking revenge on him, he spoke:
"Is this your first time doing this?"
"What are you talking about? How can I, a nun, have the opportunity to cut other people's hair and shave? What, you think my shaving is not good enough? You can go to the town to find a real barber tomorrow."
"No, that's fine. Theresa... what do you want from me? I don't mean to belittle myself, but I really don't have anything to give you."
"When you adopt a stray puppy, do you expect it to bring you food every day?"
Teresa's sarcasm left Yang Hao speechless. After that, she wrung out the towel soaked in hot water once again and applied it to Yang Hao's face again. Mother Teresa's first haircut and shaving was over.
Mother Teresa then took him to a small room on the second floor of the convent.
The room had obviously just been tidied. The bed was covered with thick hay, then linen on top, and finally a linen pillow also filled with hay, and the only thick quilt that could be considered a cotton product.
There was a broom and a small shovel filled with dust at the door of the room. Sister Teresa muttered, "When you were in power, I could buy cheap cotton quilts and candles here. Now that you have been down for a year, not to mention cotton, the price of hay has increased several times." She said that from now on this is Yang Hao's room.
It's not a good thing to hear from other people about the corruption of the country that once ruled. But what can be done about it
This country finally treated me in the cruelest way, so I don’t want to have anything to do with this country in the future.
Yang Hao sat on the bed. Finally, before Sister Teresa left, he asked one last time:
"Theresa, what can I do for you?"
He no longer had a questioning tone. He wanted to live a peaceful and down-to-earth life here through hard work.
Mother Teresa also heard the change in Yang Hao's thinking.
The corners of her mouth slightly raised an arc, and after walking out of the room with brisk steps, she said without looking back:
"We are running low on firewood. The axe is in the warehouse on the first floor. Tomorrow I will show you around this little home, and then you can do whatever you want."
"And you?"
"I have to go to the town to help worship with those heretics who believe in the God of Light instead of the Light, and then I have to use the money I earn to buy necessities of life, and finally I have to understand the current affairs. I don't know when this weekend conversion life will end. Alas..."
"Feel sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. This country owes you. I owe you too. By the way, the Red Cross... Thank you so much."
She left, and she did not forget to gently close the door for Yang Hao when she left.
Yang Hao was stunned for a long time before blowing out the candle, which might be too expensive for the current monastery.