Chapter 860 Respective Journeys

When the last statistical form was handed over to Barov, the manager heaved a sigh of relief and waved to his subordinates, "Go down."

"yes."

The latter bowed his head respectfully, and closed the office door when he left.

The boss was the only one left in the room.

He opened the drawer, took out more than a dozen forms from it, spread them out on the table, and then stacked the latest one on top of it, neatly stacked.

In this way, all the materials needed by His Majesty to go out to fight are ready.

Barov rubbed the paper lightly, like stroking the tender and smooth skin of a young girl. The rows of numbers on it look like complicated codes to ordinary people, but in his eyes, they are beautiful movements.

In only a week and a half, Neverwinter completed a large-scale logistical mobilization. Whether it was food or golden dragons, it surpassed any previous expedition. Through the plan and statistics, he could see the boats of wheat heading north along the inland river, and he could also hear the melodious sound of the spilled golden dragons colliding with each other.

This feeling made him intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.

If you want to give the movement a name, there is no doubt that only "power" is the most suitable.

But now, this power lies in his hands, allowing him to play with it.

After three years of accumulation, the accumulated strength of Neverwinter City has reached an unbelievable level - not just referring to the army, but 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 parts of Graycastle. It was because of this that he understood how amazing Roland Wimbledon's achievements were.

The resources flowing into Neverwinter now are probably comparable to other cities in Graycastle combined.

It's a pity that no one can share this joy with him.

Barov took off his monocle and glanced at the empty table opposite.

The person who can understand these numbers and experience the comfort from them is probably the only Pearl of the North in the entire city hall. Sometimes he can often feel that the other party is the same kind of person as him.

But 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 pocket, and spread it flat in his palm. In the late spring sunshine, the "mountain" pattern engraved on the surface of the coin shone brightly.

This is exactly the emblem of the Mutual Aid Society that was found in the forest of the West Region three years ago.

He secretly kept it, originally thinking that when the church invaded the western region, it would be used as evidence that the lord colluded with witches in exchange for his own safety. But now, this emblem has become his lucky charm.

Is His Majesty who protects the Witch evil? Of course not, the evil ones are those felled by His Majesty—they have no strength, but hold high positions, and this is the greatest crime. Even the devils in the wild land are not as hateful as them.

Fortunately, this situation will not be too long.

Although His Majesty finally decided that the plan to attack Chenxi first would make the moment he was looking forward to come later, but he has been waiting for more than twenty years, so why not wait another year?

Graycastle should be managed by more capable people.

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.

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"Today's test is here first. Have you packed all 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 City was simpler than she had imagined. Except for repeatedly performing abilities on the God Stone for the Ice Witch to observe and record, the rest of the time was at her disposal, as long as she did not leave the diplomatic building. There is neither harassment nor humiliation. The relationship between witches is completely different from that of pure ones. Sometimes she 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 after finishing speaking, "What happened last time...Thank you for telling me."

"Are you talking about news from the church?" Agatha shrugged. "If it were me, I would also want to go back and have a look, whether it's a farewell or a divorce. But don't talk about that now, you can go on the road like this No...it's my negligence, I didn't notice, you are wearing the same clothes all the time." She put down the notebook, walked to Isabella with a frown, grabbed the sleeves and touched them, "It's all turned white here, and Or 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 alone whether you have the conditions to wash your clothes every day on the road, your companions alone can't bear it." Agatha decided without any explanation, "While there is still time, I'll take you to the convenience market and pick some clothes that fit you."

The companion mentioned by the other party made her slightly taken aback, and she was silent for a moment before she said, "But... I don't have money."

She is a redeemer, so naturally she won't get a salary every month like a member of the Witch Union.

"As long as I have it," Agatha said nonchalantly, "Just let me borrow it from you."

"But in five years I have to..."

"Compared to Taquila's hundreds of years of waiting, five years is a very short time, 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 to do so yourself." At this point she stretched out her hand, "So what are you hesitating about?"

Isabella didn't answer, and she suddenly felt that the setting sun coming in from the window was a bit dazzling.

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 hand.

At that moment, the sun seemed to be connected with her.

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"I'll follow you, is it really okay?" Anna asked while lying in Roland's arms, blinking her lake-blue eyes.

A while ago, he was busy arranging the God's Punishment of the Witch. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a two-person world like this. It was precisely because of this that after a long time at night, the two of them were still whispering, as if they wanted to make up for what they owed.

"I've been preparing for so long, it doesn't matter if I take a break," Roland stroked her smooth back, "Besides, this expedition is not all for combat, and publicity is also very important—for example, to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone. It’s not easy to attend a banquet without an excellent woman by your side.”

After Anna responded lightly, she lowered her head in embarrassment. Under the bright moonlight, Roland saw a blush on her cheeks.

With her intelligence, she could obviously 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 Graycastle 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 objects?" Instead, she was silent for a while, and then replied with the same serious tone, "Even if I am a witch, I want to be with you." You are together, no matter what the future holds."

Roland raised the corner of his mouth, and this answer was indeed her usual style.

"Well, let's talk about it then."

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The next day, the docks of Neverwinter City were crowded with people, and the cement ships carrying the First Army and combat supplies lined up in a column and slowly left the Red River.

The Roland was sailing at the forefront of the fleet. On the top of this flagship, the tall spear flag symbolizing the royal family of Graycastle fluttered in the wind, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone in Neverwinter knew that when their lord returned, he would be the only king in this 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, and like the horn of departure——

In the sound of long live the crowd shouted, the war began.