When the last statistical table was handed over to Barov, the general manager let out a long sigh of relief and waved to his subordinates, "Come on."
"Yes."
The latter bowed his head respectfully and closed the office door as he left.
There was only one person left in the room, the boss.
He opened the drawer, took out more than ten sheets from it, spread them flat on the table, and then stacked the latest one on top of it, neatly stacking them.
In this way, all the materials needed for His Majesty's expedition will be ready.
Barov gently rubbed these papers, as if stroking the tender and smooth skin of a girl. The rows of numbers on it looked like complicated passwords to ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were wonderful movements.
It only took a week and a half for Neverwinter to complete a massive logistical mobilization. Whether it was food or golden dragons, it surpassed any previous expedition. Through the plan and the statistical table, he could see a boatload of wheat heading northward along the river, and he could also hear the sweet sound of the golden dragons colliding with each other.
This feeling made him intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.
If you want to give a movement a name, there is no doubt that only "power" is the most suitable.
And now, this power lies in his hands, allowing him to play with it.
After three years of accumulation, the strength accumulated by Neverwinter City has reached an unbelievable level, not only in the army, but in all aspects. When he was an assistant to the Minister of Finance in the old capital, he had a certain understanding of the financial situation in various places in Greycastle. It was because of this understanding that he understood how amazing Roland Wimbledon's achievements were.
The resources flowing into Neverwinter City today are probably comparable to those of other cities in Greycastle combined.
It's a pity that no one can share this joy with him.
Barov took off his spectacles and glanced at the empty table opposite.
Those who can understand these numbers and experience comfort from them are probably only the Pearl of the Northland in the entire city hall. Sometimes he can often feel that the other party is the same type of person as him.
However, this regret dissipated in a blink of an eye. Compared with exclusive power, there is nothing that cannot be given up.
He stood up, walked to the window, took out a strange coin from his arms, and spread it out in his palm. The "mountain" pattern engraved on the surface of the coin gleamed in the late spring sun.
This is exactly the emblem of the Mutual Aid Society found in the Western Forest three years ago.
He kept it secretly, originally thinking that when the Church invaded the Western Territory, it would serve as evidence that the lord colluded with the witch in exchange for his own safety. But now, this emblem has become his lucky charm.
Is His Majesty who protects witches evil? Of course not, the evil ones are those who were knocked down by His Majesty. They have no power, but they hold high positions. This is the biggest crime. Even the devils of the wild are not as abominable as they are.
Fortunately, this situation won't be long.
Although His Majesty finally decided to attack Chen Xi first, the moment he was looking forward to would come later, but he has waited for more than 20 years, so why not wait another year
Graycastle should be handed over to more capable people to manage.
When His Majesty rules the kingdom and ascends the throne as king, he will also climb to the pinnacle of power.
Barov stroked his beard and couldn't help laughing.
"Today's test is here first. Have you packed your luggage?" Agatha asked while sorting out the experimental materials, "Tomorrow is the day of departure, so don't leave anything behind."
"I don't have extra clothes, and I don't have anything to bring." Isabella shook her head and replied calmly. Life in Neverwinter is simpler than she imagined. Except for repeatedly using the ability on the God Stone to let the Ice Witch observe and record, the rest of the time can be controlled by her, as long as she does not leave the diplomatic building. There is neither harassment nor humiliation, the relationship between witches is completely different from that of the pure, and she sometimes even feels that Agatha's attitude towards her is the same as that of other witches, and there is almost no difference.
"By the way," she added when she finished, "the last time... Thank you for telling me."
"Are you talking about church news?" Agatha shrugged, "If it were me, I would also want to go back and have a look, whether it's saying goodbye or breaking up. But don't talk about that for now, you'll be on your way like this. No... It's my negligence, I didn't realize it, you've been wearing the same outfit." She put down the notebook, walked over to Isabella with a frown, picked up her sleeve and touched it, "It's all white here, and it's still Winter clothes, when the weather turns hot, are you going to suffocate in it?"
"That's nothing." Isabella wanted to say that she had undergone more severe training, but after thinking about it, she swallowed the second half of the sentence.
"This expedition is not a matter of a month or two, let's not talk about whether there are conditions on the road for you to wash your clothes every day, even your companions can't stand it." Agatha decided involuntarily, "While there is still time, I'll take you to the convenience market and pick some clothes that fit."
The companion mentioned by the other party made her stunned for a moment, and she was silent for a moment before she said, "But... I don't have any money."
She is a person of redemption, and naturally she will not get a monthly salary like a member of the Witch League.
"As long as I have it," Agatha said nonchalantly, "it's fine if I borrow it from you."
"But I have five years from now..."
"Five years is a very short period of time compared to Taquila's hundreds of years of waiting, isn't it?" the Ice Witch interrupted, "I'm afraid the battle of divine will will not end so easily, you won't always be like this. , unless you wish so." Here she held out her hand, "So why are you hesitating?"
Isabella didn't answer, she suddenly felt a little dazzling from the sunset that shot in through the window.
In the golden afterglow, Agatha's figure gradually disappeared, leaving only the hand that was handed over.
She lowered her head and took the other's palm.
At that moment, the sun seemed to be connected to her.
"Is it really okay if I follow you?" Anna asked while lying in Roland's arms, blinking her blue eyes.
A while ago, he was busy with the arrangement of God's Punishment Witches, and he hadn't enjoyed a two-person world like this for a long time. Because of this, after a long time into the night, the two were still whispering, as if they wanted to make up for what they owed before.
"I've been preparing for so long, it doesn't matter if I take a break," Roland said, stroking her smooth back, "Besides, this expedition is not all about fighting, and publicity is also very important, such as being familiar in front of everyone. Yes, when you attend a banquet, it is difficult to do without a good woman by your side."
After Anna responded softly, she buried her head in embarrassment, and Roland saw a tinge of red on her cheek by the bright moonlight.
With her intelligence, she can clearly understand the meaning of these words.
Appearing as the king's female companion on a formal occasion is a statement in itself.
"I once said that one day, all the subjects of Greycastle will know your name, even if you are a witch." He said seriously.
Anna didn't ask "Will it be bad to do this?" or "What if everyone objected?", but after being silent for a while, she replied in the same serious tone, "Even if I am a witch, I would like to have sex with you. You are together, no matter what happens in the future."
Roland raised the corner of his mouth, and this answer was indeed her usual style.
"Well, that's fine then."
…
The next day, the pier in Neverwinter City was crowded with people, and the cement ships carrying the First Army and combat supplies formed a column and slowly left the Chishui River.
At the forefront of the fleet was the Roland. At the top of this flagship, the flag of the towering spear, which symbolized the royal family of Greycastle, fluttered in the wind, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone in Neverwinter knew that when their lord returned again, he would be the only king of the land.
I don't know who shouted the first long live, and then the whole pier resounded with the same cry.
Like the thunder rolling across the sky, like the horn of departure
Just in the long live voice of the crowd, the war began.