"You mean, our dear Earl Radcliffe left his territory again and went somewhere?"
In Mycroft World, the Imperial Capital of the Northern Empire, in the Royal Study Room of the Morlai Palace, Israel raised his head from the stacks of documents. The majestic and tall emperor first blinked and looked at it. The visitor waited for a while, and then continued to ask in a accustomed tone: "How long have you been away?"
While speaking, Israel's right hand was still correcting memorials and various documents and requests for instructions, while his left hand held a large silver peculiar barbell and was exercising it up and down. The emperor's tone was calm and gentle. , but anyone can hear the helplessness and dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Ahem... Father, you know, the Moldavia Territory no longer needs the direct jurisdiction of the lord... "
In front of the desk, the second prince of the empire, Dimoore, coughed softly. His eyes dropped and a look of shame appeared on his face. In response to Israel's inquiry, Dimoore said in a rather embarrassed tone: "So the territory is operating as usual. If not The sixth brother is visiting Winterfort College. We may not know the news yet... "
"Okay, that means that no one knows where Mr. Radcliffe has gone, and no one knows when he will come back. And his territory has even been used to this for a long time, so even without a lord, It's running normally—how many days has he been back to Mycroft's continent? Why did he run out again!"
Israel sighed. He put down the pen in his right hand and continued to exercise with his left hand. His Majesty the Emperor leaned back on the big chair and summarized the news about Joshua, but halfway through, he slapped his thigh angrily. : "Nonsense! He is also an imperial noble after all. He should at least consider his status! Why is this man like a wandering adventurer, unable to stay in one place quietly for half a year?!"
"What if there is an emergency, such as a sudden invasion by an abyss demon, but others run away and can't be found at all?"
-That's not the case.
The emperor was unhappy here, but Dimoore stood aside, silently recalling the voice of the black-haired warrior, and thought to himself: Abyss demon invasion? How could that man miss such a thing.
"Father, after all, Earl Radcliffe is also a legendary powerhouse. His usual actions do not need to be reported to us."
Although he thought so in his heart, Dimoore would not say it out loud. After thinking for a while, he suggested to Israel: "The title of Earl is very important to a legendary and powerful man with great achievements." For a person, it is really too small. It is normal for him not to care about the territory. We may consider... "
But Israel shook his head and interrupted Dimol. He first looked at the numerous documents on the table impatiently, then waved to his son and said: "Don't think about it, Dimol, I'm not angry, nor am I angry. It’s not that I think Joshua did something wrong, but on the contrary, legends should live as they please, and this is their rightful privilege.”
"As for territory and titles, do you think he would care? If I gave him all the uninhabited territory north of the Great Ajax Mountains and gave him the title of Duke of the North Frost, do you think Joshua would be happy? ?”
of course not.
Without any thinking, Demoore can come to this conclusion. Joshua may be very concerned about the development of Moldavia, but this is only because this territory was inherited from his fathers. If the entire Great Ajax Mountains is really , allocate the Far North Ice Sheet and the Vast Sea to each other, and then give him a duke title. Joshua will never have too much sense of identification with the entire empire because of this, but will feel confused and irritated.
"Legendary powerhouses are all like this, beings that cannot be restrained. Look at all the legends on the entire continent, which one is not like this? As for Teacher Nostradamus and I are special cases, he needs the support of the entire empire to achieve it. Ideal, and me.”
"I am Emperor Diamond of the Northern Empire first, and then the legendary strongman Israel. This is my responsibility."
Saying this in a calm tone, Israel squinted at Dimore and said in a rather playful tone: "My child, I put you next to me to wait for you to take over. It’s a heavy burden on my back, but now it seems that you have lacked training in recent times, and your improvement in strength has slowed down.”
"My fault, Father! Life has been too easy these days, and I did neglect a lot!"
Being commented by Israel in this way, Dimoer couldn't help but feel his heart sinking, and an inexplicable sense of shame welled up in his heart. Regarding this, he immediately knelt down on one knee and reflected on himself extremely seriously: "In a few days, I will go Experience deep in the Black Forest of the Southern Fortress, and you will never slack off!”
"That's not necessary."
Weighing the silver barbell in his left hand, Israel narrowed his eyes and smiled. He stood up and motioned for Dimol to stand up as well. His Majesty the Emperor handed the barbell in his son's hands to his son's somewhat bewildered eyes. in hand.
"This, this is?! Uh--"
At first, Demoore was quite unconcerned. It was just a barbell. No matter how heavy it was, it was just like that. As a being who was only a hair away from his ultimate intention, even a monster weighing dozens of tons could be regarded as a ball of paper. Rubbing it, but the moment he took the barbell, the completely unprepared second prince's handsome face suddenly distorted, and the floor of the imperial study room exploded instantly, with cracks spreading in all directions: "Ka... no!"
With his fighting spirit burning fiercely, Dimoore held the barbell, which seemed to be only the size of an ordinary person's arm, with both hands. Veins popped out in both arms. His eyes were bloodshot. He reluctantly raised his head, gritted his teeth and looked at Israel and said: " Father, what on earth is this?!"
"It is the exercise equipment that Mr. Radcliffe gave me not long ago. It is said to be made of very rare materials. Now I will give it to you."
Seeing that Dimol seemed to be almost unable to catch his next breath, Israel not only did not have the slightest expression of worry, he seemed very satisfied. His Majesty the Emperor even stepped forward and patted Dimol on the shoulder, and then whispered Said: "When you can lift this barbell freely without damaging the surrounding environment, then you will be able to take over my position."
Saying this, Israel turned his head and looked out the window of the study. The magnificent palaces reflected the golden brilliance of the sun. His tone was calm as usual, without any fluctuations: "We have to work hard, Dimoore, the era of war is almost over. , a new era is coming.”
"After doing what I should do, I will not sit on the throne forever."
After leaving such meaningful words, Israel left his study, sweating profusely, trying to control his strength, and not destroying the surrounding environment while grabbing the barbell in his hand. While the second prince was using his power as much as possible, he thought about the profound meaning of his father's words.
"Could it be..."
…
Mycroft World, Northern Empire, Northern Moldavia, Main City.
Generally speaking, the local hunters and farmers in the North would affectionately call this black iron city in the center of the Moldavia Territory 'the place of the lord'. Guys with a little knowledge, such as Merchants and their like will respectfully call the city's real name, 'Moldavia'.
The name of the main city is the name of the territory. This is a very normal thing for the entire Mycroft continent, especially the Northern Empire. This is a tradition that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, and this is true almost everywhere.
However, at this time, Moldavia was no longer a small city with a population of just over a hundred thousand. Today, it has completely become a super-large urban agglomeration with a population of over one million.
Taking the central 'inner city', which was the original main city, as the starting point, four large satellite cities have been established in the four directions of southeast and northwest with the help of magic machines. Countless people who originally lived in the countryside in the deep mountains and old forests have Hunters and herb gatherers all walked out of the forest under official guidance, settled in these satellite cities, and officially became part of the city. However, when they noticed the tall buildings and conspicuous magic energy towers in the satellite cities, these were almost still The hunters and mountain people in the primitive era were so surprised that they were speechless.
If it weren't for the continuous attacks by the Black Tide, Dragon Scourge and cultists, it would be almost impossible for the mountain people who usually live in seclusion in the mountains and never come out except to trade necessary supplies to move into the city. The reason why Moldavian officials have repeatedly emphasized the importance of relocating mountain people is because the magic energy factories that are becoming popular in the territory are in urgent need of a large number of laborers. For this reason, Moldavian officials have even accepted many people from other countries. Territory and country adventurers, allowing them to easily obtain permanent residence.
A few years ago, when the Moldavia Lord's Mansion and the Northland Rune Dwarves jointly developed the first magic mecha, the modernization of magic power in the entire territory was already written into the plan. With Lin The establishment of Winterhold College, the participation and joint research of high-level talents from the Imperial Academy of Royal Mage and the Church of the Seven Gods, and the original rather primitive magic energy factory have also updated equipment and produced products from generation to generation, changing this world bit by bit. The appearance of the ancient city.
It may sound unbelievable, but in just about six years, the entire Moldavia has achieved semi-magic transformation. With the help of the magic crystal veins around Pawprint Lake, and the magic research directly under the Winterkeep Academy, As the center, huge magic energy furnace cores are produced one after another, and then transported to the other side, loaded underground in the city, supplying the needs of many public facilities, and more than twenty magic energy factories are scattered in the four major satellite cities. Various places produce common equipment such as magic stoves.
Nowadays, the Radcliff family's original weapons and armor business has been gradually replaced by the export of magic equipment. With a large amount of funds coming back, almost all factory leaders have decided to expand the factory, but it is just Having equipment is not enough. People are always the ones who control the tools. In order to obtain cheap labor, these factories responsibly pushed Moldavia officials to absorb as many foreign people as possible and select suitable people to enter the factories. They are not afraid of any security risks or technology leaks, because the owner of these factories is a powerful legendary strongman. Even apart from this legendary strongman, there is also the Royal Mage Association of the Northern Empire and the Church of the Seven Gods as backing .
"Brother, is this Moldavia?"
In the southern satellite city, in the commercial district around the city gate, accompanied by heavy footsteps, a huge dragon carriage slowly stopped next to the newly built inn. Crowds of people walked off the dragon carriage in an endless stream, and a team was stationed at the inn. City guards stood together, maintaining order in the team.
In the team, there was a gray-haired little girl who looked less than ten years old. She was sitting in the arms of a tall man, biting her thumb and muttering vaguely: " There are so many people, much more than my family... Are we going to live here in the future?"
"Yes, Xiao Lannie, the house here is very cheap, even with our savings we can buy it!"
Carrying the gray-haired little girl to a relatively empty corner, carrying two huge luggage packages on his back, the tall man with the same gray hair whispered to his sister. This man's face has scars that seem to have been scratched by the claws of some wild beast, and there are also various scars on his exposed thick arms, making him look extremely ferocious and difficult to mess with, but even for such a ferocious man, at this time But he showed a sincere smile: "Moldavia is now a famous big city in the Northern Empire. It is much better to find a job here than back home."
"So, Brother Priest won't fight those monsters anymore?" The little girl seemed worried and said, "And he won't suddenly leave for half a year and leave me alone at my aunt's place?"
"No, Britney, it's safe here, and I won't leave you again."
Recalling a few years ago, a tall man named Priest had a rather sad expression on his face. A few years ago, during the strange black tide and dragon disaster that swept almost half of the continent, many areas of the Northern Empire were attacked in varying degrees, and a group of green dragons happened to live around his hometown.
In order to defend their homeland and support the arrival of reinforcements from the imperial army, the parents of the two siblings paid the price with their lives, and Priest was also seriously injured. In the end, although the imperial army killed the rebellious group of green dragons , but the farmland and pastures in his hometown have been eroded by the poison and will not be usable for more than ten years.
In order to support himself and to prevent his young sister from living a difficult life since childhood, Priest entrusted his sister Britney to his aunt. With his tall and strong physique, he joined a caravan and traveled across the empire in the north and south. Transporting and selling specialty products back and forth... Although it is hard work and very easy to be attacked by wild monsters and robbers, the salary of this job is indeed quite high. In just two years of hard work, Prester has made a fortune. With a small capital, you can consider finding a place to settle down and live a stable life.
Moldavia was the place Prester chose.
"This place is so peaceful..."
The tall man couldn't help but let out a breath of joy as he recalled what he had experienced along the way: starting from the Ural Mountains and ending at the main city of Moldavia, the dragon chariot passed through four or five forests and passed two large plains along the way. , but on this journey, not only were there no robbers, there were not even any attacking monsters! For people on the Mycroft continent, this is completely unbelievable. Who wouldn’t encounter a few monsters when traveling
But around Moldavia, there just aren’t any! No, rather, even if there were, no monster would dare to attack humans.
After all, it is a city where a legendary powerhouse sits. Priest felt lucky for his choice. Within the majesty of the dragon slayer lord, even the most ferocious dragon beasts would never dare to attack a child even a few years old.
After resting for a while, the tall man took out a map from his pocket. After looking down at it for a while, he continued to hold the little girl who was dazed and seemed to be about to fall asleep and walked towards the other side of the city. Since Lester chose to settle in Moldavia, he had naturally made all preparations. A friend of the caravan he once worked for also quit the caravan and settled here. Because of the other party's invitation, he made up his mind to come to the end of the continent, the far north.
"Prester! You arrived so quickly! I originally thought you would have to wait until at least autumn to arrive... Is this your sister? What a lovely girl. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up!"
Arriving at the east side of the South Satellite City, next to a spectacular building that was as tall as a trapezoidal pyramid. Prester was shocked by the pyroxene street lamps and magic energy towers along the way, and successfully found him based on the address and asking locals. The address left by the friend was in front of a two-story single-family building. Prester knocked on the door, then took a step back when he heard the rapid footsteps coming from inside the house. Then, the door opened and he saw His face was full of surprises, and he saw his friend whom he hadn’t seen for a long time.
"Dear Dar, it was your invitation that made me decide."
The brother and sister were invited into the house. Dar asked Pnost and Britney to sit aside while he went to prepare tea. The blond man with a somewhat weathered face placed the tea on his friend's table. Pronost quickly thanked her, but the little girl Britney had fallen asleep in her chair because of the exhaustion from the journey.
After adding a blanket to the little girl and reminiscing for a while, Dahl said with emotion: "Thanks to the kindness and generosity of the lord, the housing prices in Moldavia are just like giving them away for free, even for me. A guy with little savings can still own a small building of his own."
"This is really enviable. You know, in my hometown, in the cities around the southern desert, a single-family house made of stone requires at least 1,500 gold coins to buy."
Pronost drank all the tea in his hand. Naturally, he was very envious. Dahl was a member of the caravan with him back then. The two of them helped each other and each saved the other's life several times. Their relationship was deeper than that of a real brother. Because of this, he also knew that Dahl was spending a lot of money. , his savings are far less than his, and even he can buy such a good house, so he will definitely not be far behind.
"But be warned, Pronost, housing prices this low won't last much longer."
Refilling a cup of tea for his friend, Dahl whispered in a rather mysterious tone: "To be honest, because there are so many people who want to become residents of Moldavia recently, they are already far away. It has exceeded the expectations of the Lord’s Mansion, so now the purchase conditions for houses in the four major satellite cities have been restricted.”
"What conditions?!"
Hearing this, Pronost was naturally very nervous. You must know that he had wandered all the way from the south of the empire, and then came to Moldavia, which has favorable conditions, and was ready to settle down. But now he was suddenly told that the house had limited purchase conditions. How could I not be in a hurry.
"Don't be nervous, friend. Since I invited you here, I have already considered everything... Although it is a bit rude, I have to say that I also have my own purpose."
Dahl smiled. This man who looked like he had experienced many years of life but was actually not that old no longer pretended to be a little. He said straightforwardly: "If you want to buy a house at the previous preferential price, you need to obtain a Moldavia permanent resident certificate." ', and to obtain a permanent resident certificate, you need a serious job in Moldavia! And what is a serious job? Not an adventurer, not a dishwasher in a bar, and not a businessman. Only those who work for the lord's house are serious. Work!"
"Prest."
At this point, Dar's expression gradually became serious: "Have you ever heard of the 'Magic Energy Factory'?"
…
"Not bad, great young man. Your physique seems to be very suitable for working here... Dar, the person you recommended is really good. Go ahead, take this certificate and go to the financial front desk to receive your reward. "
"Okay, Mr. Round, I'm going to go now - Prester, don't be so worried, you must meet the requirements!"
A few days later, in the huge trapezoidal building, Prester, who looked nervous, stood inside the building structure that seemed to be made entirely of steel and crystal at the Magic Energy Factory. He looked down at the sturdy man in front of him rather uneasily. , the dwarf with a large beard patted his knees. The dwarf who claimed to be responsible for the factory seemed very satisfied with his physical fitness: "The technical content of the work in our 'Rune Spirits Factory' is not high, although the requirements are relatively high. It's delicate, but easy to learn. Compared with the brain, the most important thing is the physical fitness that can work for eighteen hours continuously during overtime... Of course, the overtime pay must be in accordance with the standards of the Lord's Mansion, so you don't have to worry about your efforts not being rewarded. .”
Under the rambling narration of the dwarf factory owner named Ronde, Prester finally understood the current situation.
His friend Dar is now working in the Rune Spirits Factory. This factory produces some strange magic equipment, but due to insufficient manpower, it is very difficult for the factory to complete orders normally, and it often needs to work overtime. Therefore, the dwarf Langde, as the owner of the factory, has set a reward for anyone who can find the right equipment. If workers are on reserve, he is willing to pay remuneration. Naturally, Dahl immediately thought of his friend, so he invited him to come to Moldavia.
Prester was naturally overjoyed about this - anyway, according to what Lande said, producing magic energy machinery does not require the operator to have any magical knowledge. He only needs to remember the correct operating procedures and have enough physical strength to process them. Okay, men naturally believe that they are competent. What's more, the strange magic energy mechanical structure they are currently producing called the 'Fairy Card Table' is not complicated. The core components are produced by other factories or research centers and are just sent to them for assembly.
After a few days of training, Prester has successfully learned how to assemble the fairy card table. According to his serious character, he is naturally deeply appreciated by the factory owner Ronde. With the help of his friend Dar, Prester Lester has become naturally involved with other workers throughout the factory.
As workers, their salary is related to the working hours, but even in the most leisurely eight-hour working time, Prester earns more than he did before working as a caravan guard. Somehow, they produce This fairy card table is extremely popular, and I even heard that nobles and even royal families buy these things, so the Rune Spirits Factory is never short of orders, and there is almost no leisure time.
In the intense work, time flows quickly, and months pass in a blur.
"Speaking of which, Prester, you don't seem to be twenty-five years old yet, right?"
One day, the dwarf Ronde was touring the production workshop. He walked up to Prest, who was carefully manipulating the workbench and assembling fairy cards, and suddenly asked, "He seems to be in his early twenties."
"Ah, director, I am twenty-four years old this year, and I will be almost twenty-five before winter."
I don’t know why Ronde asked this, and Prest answered while working. In fact, he was only twenty-one years old, but he had lied about his age in order to join the caravan. Now he has gradually accepted that he is twenty-four, and it is not a big deal anyway.
"That's it... To be honest, our factory actually only belongs to the Lord's Mansion and Winterfort College. There are actually a few recommended places for Winterfort College's combat personnel department in the factory. The qualified and qualified employees are Several of their children have gone away, and now there is only one left. You are not yet twenty-five years old, so you are theoretically qualified to try for it."
"The test was before winter. To be honest, I think your kid's physique and physical strength are not comparable to many students at school... I heard from Dar that you once fought against a green dragon and survived. This is the innate divine power!”
At this point, there is no need to continue. Looking at the sincere eyes of the dwarf factory owner, Prester opened his mouth. He clenched his fists and said in a lowered voice: "...Director, I will definitely work hard!”
"Effort is not enough. What you need is hard work - and don't thank me too much. It is more cost-effective to bring out a possible professional than a hard-working worker. Anyway, if you don't succeed, you can only come back and continue to work for me." I work hard."
After waving his hand, Lande laughed, but immediately turned around and left with a straight face: "Okay, let's continue working. There will be partners coming to check the production quality of the products today, so don't be distracted."
"of course not!"
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Moldavia, the official welcome hotel built by the Lord's Palace.
The sixth prince, Adrian, sat helplessly on the edge of the bed in his room, looking at the four little people in different colors with little dragonfly-like wings in front of him who were having an impassioned discussion that he couldn't understand at all.
Ever since Adrian reached a series of agreements with the Moldavia Lord's Palace and the Northland dwarves, and received the assistance of four large rune factories in the North, the Elf Card Table, which was originally expensive in raw materials, was suddenly replaced by everyone's wisdom. Step by step, it became cheaper through various means. Nowadays, almost every tavern in the entire Northland has several fairy card tables for customers to play. In the aristocratic circle, getting a fairy card table with a special style and default card back is also part of showing off. This gadget, which he originally thought had great potential, suddenly became so popular, which really made Adrian feel a little weird.
"Is it possible that I am actually a business genius?"
Although he occasionally has this thought, Adrian knows that if his father is not the emperor Israel, if Earl Radcliffe is not his father's friend, if the Northland dwarves are not loyal to this dragon slayer, Lord Hunter, if he doesn't have a good relationship with the fairies... he can't do anything. Even if he can create a fairy card table, he will just end up being taken away by other big forces.
Of course, the most important thing is the "elves" in front of me who have designed almost all the fairy cards.
In the hotel room, on Adrian's bed, four elemental fairies who had left the Imperial Capital Morlai Palace at an unknown time were giving an extremely heated speech.
"Fellow compatriots!"
The whole body is blue, as if she is a fairy incarnated by the wind element. 'Changfeng''s delicate and beautiful little face like a doll is full of passion. She said loudly: "In the glorious era, the fairy country was in the seven continents of Mycroft's world. Among the many races, we fairies are not to mention top-notch, at least one of the pillars! Whether it is stabilizing the situation on the mainland or regulating various natural disasters, we do our best and make no mistakes, just a little bit. Obtaining the right to rule the continent... Okay, okay, it's not a little bit close, and don't talk about saints, saints are beyond the scope. At that time, who in the entire continent would have thought that a being like a saint would emerge from the human race? Let alone us. Even the fairy queens of the past would not have thought of these younger generations!"
Although this speech was refuted by other goblins who did not give any face at the beginning, Changfeng still showed no sign of flinching on her face. She clenched her little fists and said firmly: "Don't talk so much. -The Fairy Queens in Fairy Country have already known about our current achievements. Your Majesty thinks this has great potential! Fairy cards are undoubtedly the first funds that we fairies got when we returned to the main material world. Important channel! Israel doesn’t have time to help us, so we’ll do it ourselves!”
"Let those humans know that we fairies don't ask for help!"
"Dudulu..."
"Yeah… "
"Changfeng, what you said is great, when can we go back?"
The other three goblins, representing earth, fire and water respectively, each gave out sparse cheers. Among them, the fire element goblin named Guang Yan complained impatiently: "Adrian, it's so boring here. , I don’t want to accompany Changfeng here to design any cards, why don’t you take us out for a walk.”
As he spoke, Guangyan tried to get close to the sixth prince's arm, but she was immediately chased away by the nervous Changfeng: "Go, go, go, you don't plan to help, forget it, and you are trying to kidnap my students! I want to play with you. You go find Israel by yourself, I found Adrian, and I will never give it to you!"
Alas, I am not your toy.
He sighed deeply in his heart. For some reason, Adrian, who was very popular with goblins, really wanted to roll his eyes, but at this time he could only show a wry smile and echoed Changfeng's words: "Yes, yes, Changfeng teacher… "
In fact, the Sixth Prince knew that what Changfeng said was half right. The goblin clan could indeed rely on the publicity and funds brought by the goblin cards to return to the world of Mycroft openly... At that time, most of the goblins had played goblins. No one who plays cards will reject fairies from becoming a part of the human world. But why do fairies who have lived in Fairy Country for nearly a thousand years suddenly think of returning to the mainland? Regarding this, Adrian felt that there must be some important news behind it that he didn't know about.
After receiving direct support from her students, Changfeng suddenly felt proud. She looked around at the other listless goblins in front of her, flapped the small wings on her back, and in an extremely serious tone, clenched her fists and said: "Emphatic again. Once again, we fairies don’t ask for help! The promotion of fairy cards is imperative!”
"yes… "
And just as several other goblins answered in unison with listless tones, in the distance, there was the Great Ajax Mountains.
Along with the violent fluctuations in time and space and the sudden rise of most of the powerful people in the main city and Winterfort Academy, an airship with a pure white body and countless dense and mysterious runes floating around it was accompanied by bursts of faint blue ripples. , traveled through time and space, and appeared on the Great Ajax volcano.
A black-haired man took the hand of a dragon girl and walked out of the airship. He stood in the air and looked down at the land.
"I'm back."
The man stared at this familiar land, familiar city, and familiar mountains, and smiled. Behind him, two legendary mages also walked out of the airship, releasing their legendary energy without any concealment. The fluctuations suddenly spread with unparalleled majesty, and everyone in Moldavia knew it in an instant.
Their lord has returned to his land.
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