Chapter 389 Banquet

Prophet Isabella, once the seat witch of the court, the elder of the Witch Forest, mastered the prophecy spell.

Roman fought against the Church for the witches and made a harsh statement that he would accept the punishment of the gods. As a result, he was labeled as a blasphemer and his development in all aspects was repeatedly constrained.

And the Conqueror III Iolion died in the Pegasus Plains, the Black Castle was lost, the Church and the Wrath of Fury established a false king, and used the Iron Throne to command the princes.

Without the protection of the Conqueror Order, the City of Plenty was exposed to all forces, and the situation was even worse.

At present, there are only two semi-allies, Tashina and the Duke of Oak. Reliable, but not so reliable, because they can't be trusted sincerely.

In comparison, the Witch Forest is the alliance object that Roman is in the interest of.

Most of the witches in the Witch Forest are useless on the front battlefield, but there is a group of core witches and seat witches who can hold the field.

Moreover, the positioning of this force is very special. Whoever is willing to accept witches is the friend of witches.

Roman and Tashina are willing to open their minds because of these combat units.

The troubled times have come, and far-sighted lords are trying their best to improve their combat effectiveness.

With combat effectiveness, there is a voice. Whether on the battlefield or at the negotiation table, they can play a certain role and deal with dragon pirates.

In the past two years, the prophet has also been investing in the City of Origin. Although there is the possibility of backing up data, it has also established a complete spell system for Roman.

Now Roman's idea is very clear, he wants to provide greater support.

Now Roman can also get through the difficulties by relying on the cards in his hand, but this is a chronic bleeding, which cannot play a role in strengthening the foundation, and his own vitality will be slowly consumed-the River Valley Army has no fresh blood, and will only become less and less.

These are all the assets accumulated slowly, and Roman cannot accept this consumption.

If there is really no choice, the worst plan is to give up the City of Plenty, retreat to the River Valley, and farm in seclusion for twenty years, and then achieve internal strength and sweep across the old rivers and mountains in one go.

So now the attitude of the witch is very important.

While Roman was waiting for the prophet's reply, he simply held a banquet. These guys really made contributions in the previous war, and they were involved in many actions.

This can also be said to be a celebration banquet.

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In the courtyard of the castle, the long table was filled with various dishes, and the atmosphere was warm.

The guests were not only witches, but also military officers. Including servants, there were dozens of people, filling the courtyard. Roman had to use his office, the castle hall, as an extension of the banquet.

Nathan was a burly man, wearing a tights inside, a red short cloak with a single shoulder buckle outside, and leather leggings. He was holding a wine glass in the hall, next to Roman, bowing his head and whispering something.

Roman crossed his legs, crossed his fingers, and placed them on his abdomen. "Really? Your son likes to play with swords and guns?"

Nathan said: "Your Highness, Will may have seen me wearing armor."

"How is his study?"

"Uh... seems to be good."

"Wait until you and Enna have a few more fat boys, then I will consider letting him join the army in the future."

Roman waved Nathan away and saw Aaron and Green coming over.

Aaron was as plain as always. And Green wore a knee-length cape with shoulder buckles and a buckled leather belt, like a handsome and elegant noble gentleman, walking with a sway, and a short man followed him, about ten years old, dark and thin, gender could not be seen, brown eyes moved from time to time, like a skinny little monkey.

Green took a piece of pudding from Roman's table and said, "This is my newly selected knight's squire. What do you think?"

"What's your name?"

When the child saw Roman looking at him, he looked very nervous and almost hit his head on his feet when he bowed: "Master, I'm Alvis."

Roman held his chin with his hand and looked at him for a while. He found that the child seemed to be a little prisoner captured by Green on the battlefield, so he turned to Green and said, "Why do you want to take a squire? Something is wrong."

Green glared at him and said, "It's you who are wrong. The knights of the expedition have to take a squire at this stage to teach them martial arts. Aaron is weird, and so are you, Roman. Am I the only traditional knight in such a large land?"

The knights of the expedition must have two squires to serve them. But generally speaking, only the children of nobles have this honor and can go to other nobles to learn various knowledge and combat skills.

And this child has no bloodline and no connections. He may even be the son of a serf.

Roman said with a smile: "I don't have time. I think you want to satisfy your desire to be a teacher."

Green patted Alvis' head carelessly. "He has a good talent. Although he is far worse than me, he is still a talented person. From today on, this is my servant. Aaron, you can teach him when you have time."

Aaron was helpless. "No."

"Alvis, call me teacher."

"Teacher."

Aaron: "..."

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"This is also your teacher." He pointed at Roman again.

Alvis: "..."

"I think you are asking for a beating."

"My students are your students. You two are also responsible!" Green said solemnly.

Since the battle of Pegasus Plains, they rarely get together like this. The army is busy with affairs and there are not many holidays. They can only see each other once or twice a month. The three of them seemed to have shortened the distance between them while talking, but the distance seemed to have never been shortened. There was only a faint sense of comfort, ease, and laughter. Alves stood aside, feeling dizzy. The master who captured him seemed to have a surprising background.

At this time, a witch came over.

Not Monica and Edith, the senior witches, nor the two young witches, Gweil and Sana, but someone who surprised Roman.

Lisa Silver Moon, Gweil's spell amplifier.

"Your Highness, please allow me to say hello to you on behalf of the prophet." She said, her manners full of aristocratic style.

"Are you the prophet's spokesperson? I remember that my request to the prophet was to send a witch who could solve my troubles."

Lysa smiled, and the freckles on her face seemed to be brighter. She emphasized: "My status in the Witch Forest may not be the highest, but please believe that I must be the most suitable."

As she said this, her expression was restrained, but with a little undetectable sadness.

"Because I am the son of Silver Moon."

After Ionus, the court witches were disbanded, and some ran away and died. There were many nobles who coveted the power of witches, but there were only two people who dared to confront the Church for witches. One was Lord Silver Moon, and the other was Roman.

This moment is just like that moment.

The situations of both sides are extremely similar. Lysa has doubted more than once whether Roman will repeat the mistakes of Lord Silver Moon.

Lord Silver Moon was a great noble second only to the three Black Iron Dukes.

But the facts prove that the waves behind push the waves ahead. The Black Iron Alliance came with a fierce momentum, no less powerful than the attack on Silver Moon Territory a hundred years ago. The results of the two were completely opposite.

A coalition of only a few hundred thousand soldiers was not even half as powerful as the King of the Valley!