Chapter 508: Holidays Are for Better Work

When the Demon Lord forced the three demon kings to launch the beast tide, the students at the rest station were forced to be involved in the front line of the battle of Luoshen Mountain.

But thanks to the efforts of the players and the noble army, they were more or less safe. Even a small loss was within an acceptable range.

But such a thing happened, and everyone was nervous after all. The academy was overwhelmed in dealing with various complaints.

However, as if it rained all night, the palace held another dangerous banquet, which directly poured a bucket of oil on the complicated situation.

Now, the public opinion environment has completely exploded, and countless parents of students have sent people to handle the leave procedures in a hurry.

Especially those who have a guilty conscience, fearing that the king will really be in chaos, and His Majesty will settle accounts, what should they do if their children are detained as hostages?

"I don't care! If you don't allow my child to take a vacation, we will directly process the withdrawal procedures!"

"Ah this..."

The academy is open for business after all. In fact, they are not afraid that if something really happens to the capital, what will happen to so many children trapped here?

Anyway, they can't do anything, so they just go with the flow and postpone the so-called practical exercises, including the subsequent exams.

The result of this is that just at the beginning of June, all the major academies in the capital unexpectedly took a summer vacation.

"Great!"

Then Ji Ming became the only teacher in the academy who ran out of the school gate earlier than the students.

Ancient wisdom, there is only one thing in this world that is more enjoyable than a vacation, and that is paid vacation.

According to the contract of St. Valentine College, even if it is a vacation, the salary must be paid as usual, so he definitely has no objection to this.

Moreover, Ji Ming originally planned to learn more professional knowledge during this period to impact the advanced conditions of [Arcane Wizard].

Therefore, in a situation like now, it is like someone sends a pillow just when he wants to sleep, which makes him so happy that he wants to fire hypersonic missiles.

But...

Sometimes, some things, you really can't refuse them just because you want to.

Especially now, everyone knows that Teacher Ji is on vacation and doesn't need to "prepare lessons" day and night.

So today this duke invites him, tomorrow that lord invites him, and the day after tomorrow some god wants to have a drink with him.

Ji Ming still has to stay in the capital at this stage. People sincerely want to make friends with him, so he can't be so gloomy.

So today he gave face to Duke A, and tomorrow he gave Dean B a chance.

Although he will only go once out of courtesy, but this plus one plus one plus one plus one, Ji Ming can only run around in various banquets at a high intensity.

But if you want to study, how can you tolerate these musical noises?

And Ji Ming is no longer the timid and unpresentable little quack doctor.

Just grit your teeth and stamp your feet!

"Let's go~"

After borrowing a large number of copies of alchemy materials from the school and the Holy Mountain by relying on his face, merit, and even teaching points, he directly announced that he would leave the capital and go to other places in the kingdom to study.

Moreover, he did not tell anyone in advance, including the Sun King and the Pope. He just announced it near noon and left before the afternoon, which directly attacked the nobles of the capital.

When the nobles and even their female relatives, the female relatives of the female relatives, and the female relatives' distant relatives arrived, Ji Ming had already disappeared into the sky on his Pegasus.

And this time he had a flying horse as a mount, so his plan was a little bolder. He simply started from the capital and continued to the north, and then went around the capital in a clockwise direction.

In this way, he could pass by the most fertile land in the Kingdom of Glowing Light, where there were the most nobles, and take a good look at what the "real" nobles of this kingdom looked like.

The result was that the whole journey was as chaotic as the "Three Officials and Three Farewells", except that this time it was not the common people who were being oppressed by the conscription officers and tax collectors, but the bloated nobles.

Yes, it may be that he listened to the advice of the representatives of the pioneer forces, or it may be that smart people really have the same brains. After proposing the strategy of "Return to the West", the Sun King keenly smelled the arrival of an opportunity period.

First of all, why did the Sun King N generations ago personally support the two noble factions of "Money Bag" and "Sword and Shield" in the capital.

After that, the Sun Kings of all generations, regardless of their knowledge level, unanimously and persistently indulged and even encouraged their internal struggles?

Because Huiguang is not a city-state, but a rather large country, the king cannot govern the entire kingdom by himself. In order to maintain his rule, the royal power must be divided out.

In order to prevent these divided powers from being rampant, usurping, and even devouring the master, the best way is to let them devote more energy to fighting each other.

It sounds good, but the current situation is that the Sun King had previously united with these two noble factions, but was still almost overthrown by the two opposition dukes.

Yes, with the change of the times, new enemies that the previous king could not have expected appeared.

The strength of these opposition nobles has not only expanded to the point where they can challenge the nobles of the capital, but the construction of their fiefdoms is so strong that they can be called a country within a country.

But the king is the king, and the minister is the minister. There is no such thing as a duchy in Huiguang, and the Sun King will not tolerate such an act of usurpation.

Facing a minister who is too powerful and may threaten his rule, he can only...

Kill?

No, only a fool would kill. Those two grand dukes now dare to quarrel with the king. Are you not forcing them to rebel by still forcing them to do so?

The correct answer actually appeared in China's Han Dynasty. That's right, it was to cut down the vassals!

But cutting down the feudal clan is also a technical job. If you want to cut down the feudal clan standing still, you have to create a clever name to win over the wealthy gentry.

When you really get started, you have to use the knife quickly, cut the meat slowly, and take your time.

It's best to wait until the fat pig reacts and becomes anxious. It will have been reduced to bones and there will be no way to save it.

The Sun King must have already won over the "grand gentry" or something like that. After all, the two major aristocratic factions in the capital, including Duke Jueqiao and the Holy Light Church, all support him.

As for this clever name...

"Your Majesty the Viscount, these are the requirements you need to meet this year."

I don't know whether it was because of the heat or the sadness, but the viscount with the goatee was already sweating profusely early in the morning.

He took the list handed over by the recruiting officer with his slippery palms. He only glanced at it before his eyes widened and he said in a loud voice.

"Impossible! I've already contacted my Viscount friend. Why does the list given to me have so many things!"

And then there it is.

"What, you actually want me to pay for the trebuchet and transport it there myself?"

"Is this...is this normal? What's the point of doing this? How much does it cost for a person to eat horse chews?"

"My heart, my wallet! Oh my God..."

It took him three minutes to read the short list of several hundred words, and the first thing he said after reading it was.

"It's too much, it's too much, I can't afford it!"

But the recruiting officer was selfless and did not beep at all. He directly took out a copy of the royal order signed by the king.

"Sorry, Your Majesty the Viscount, this list is guaranteed by His Majesty the King's signature. According to the laws of the kingdom, you must execute it meticulously."

If it had been a few days ago, the Viscount would have arrogantly insulted the opponent, a mere commoner. He actually dared to be so rude to the noble Lord. Come on, drag him out and hang him!

But it could be seen from his nervousness and flinching before that he didn't dare.

There was no way, similar thorns had appeared in the past few days, and several of them popped up at once under the instigation of the two archdukes.

But the final result was that regardless of whether you were a viscount or a baron, even the earl who took the lead was personally shot by the king and his head was forcibly pressed down. It was uncertain when he would be liquidated.

Hey, so we little nobles should not take part in the fierce struggle between the big men, and just obey God's orders.

But when he finally gathered 1,000 infantry and 200 cavalry and prepared to deliver the troops and equipment on the list, he was stopped by the recruiting officer.

"Your Excellency, are these the soldiers you recruited?"

"Yes, if you count it, the number is definitely not bad!"

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After that, the recruiting officer walked towards the army that was standing quite densely for some reason and motioned to these heavily armed knights to make way.

"..."

This group of young gentlemen who formed the basis of the noble army were suddenly stunned, but neither spoke nor moved, but looked at the viscount in unison.

The Viscount's expression immediately fell, and he stepped forward to pull the recruiting officer away.

"Sir, you don't actually need to count them one by one. Look, there are twenty people in each row, a total of fifty rows. You must be able to do multiplication, right? Isn't it exactly one thousand when multiplied?"

What they got in return was the severity of the recruiting officer.

"Your Majesty the Viscount, I am a recruiting officer sent by the king. I carry the king's orders on my shoulders, and I carry out orders! Please do not interfere with my work."

The Viscount did not expect that the other party would speak so bluntly, and was so shocked that he stuttered for a moment.

"Ah, uh...sorry, I just..."

Upon seeing this, the recruiting officer showed a bit of well-hidden disdain in his eyes, and urged him "politely" on his lips.

"I don't need your apology, Your Excellency, please let them separate. I want to check it carefully."

The viscount's expression suddenly became extremely strange, but he could only nod his head towards his knights.

So the heavily armed tin cans moved out of the way, allowing the recruiting officer to see the "soldiers" behind them, or in the center of the team.

The recruiting officer immediately clenched his fists, and veins popped out on his forehead.

"Your Majesty the Viscount, these are the soldiers you have found for His Majesty the King!?"

Yes, judging from the appearance, this may be an extremely majestic armored force of a thousand men, armed to the teeth.

But in fact, as long as you peel off the thin outer layer of wrapping paper, you will find that it is a complete product picture for reference only.

Because what caught everyone's eyes were several farmers who didn't even have leather armor, not to mention iron armor. They could only wear single clothes and hold pitchforks!

"Uh, your Excellency, Recruiting Officer, this... this is the militia. Why is the militia... not a soldier anymore?"

The viscount was still trying to find some compensation for himself, but the recruiting officer did not argue with him, but directly took out the royal order.

"Your Majesty the Viscount, I think this list is very clear. What you need to provide is a thousand soldiers who have received at least three months of formal military training and have the most basic weapons!"

Looking at the poor people who still didn't understand what happened but were so scared that they started to kowtow, the conscription officer asked loudly.

"Sir, do you think they meet the requirements!?"

"I think... uh, barely, meet?"

"Then I think they can't meet the requirements at all! They are obviously a group of ordinary old farmers, not even civilian conscripts who meet the requirements of the kingdom!"

Viscount: "I..."

"They are going to fight for the country, and you? You don't even want to buy them a decent set of equipment! What? Are you going to let them wear their own clothes and take farming tools to fight against the insidious and cunning Deep Forest People?"

Viscount: "I..."

The conscription officer became more and more excited as he spoke, his cheeks with a particularly obvious jawline and his neck were red, as if he was about to scold out his true feelings.

"And they should be farmers, right? I am a farmer too. Now we are about to enter the summer harvest. Farmland is in great need of people. Why did you drag them here?"

The three spittings in one second did not seem to satisfy him. The conscription officer took a few deep breaths and simply shouted.

"You... you have shaken the foundation of the country, do you know that!?"

The Viscount: "I..."

It is not the Viscount's fault that he can't say anything and can only say "I, I, I".

This is a deadly question. How should people answer it? The Viscount has no way to answer it.

And the Viscount's behavior is actually "right" to some extent, because everyone has done this for the past few hundred years.

For example, if the king decides to launch an expedition and requires each family to send a thousand people, then everyone will tacitly send only five hundred.

And among these five hundred people, it is actually good to have one hundred who can fight.

As for the remaining 400, they are all rural residents who don’t need much pension if they die, or even beggars and idlers who were forcibly captured.

So like this year, the Viscount is actually giving the king face to gather these 1,000 people.

How could he be so diligent to gather a full-strength regular army for you, and then equip you with armor and helmets.

If he really wants to do this, how much money will he have to pay?

How can he eat and drink well?

How can he wear gold and silver?

How can he marry the 18th concubine... No, it should be the 18th mistress?