The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 124: Return to the City

When Tylo left, Nightingale revealed herself from the Mist and said, “Today may be the day where you lie the most.”

Roland said impatiently, “What can I do if that person is the high priest of the church? Anyway, can you tell if he's lying?”

“No, the scenery around him was enveloped by the Stone of God's Retaliation, and I could only see darkness.”

“Unfortunately, the High Priest cannot be treated like a noble,” Roland thought with regret. He put two pills on the table. “Do you think the pill is really as amazing as he said?”

To relieve the pain, morphine can do it. But to make the soldiers strong, it sounds like an effect of adrenal hormones. The problem is how to extract the two substances to make a pill? If the church had such technology, they should have conquered the world.

“Wait ..” Roland suddenly thought of a possibility, “Maybe it has something to do with magic power?”

“Can you see the flow of magic power?” He looked at Nightingale and asked, “is there some magical power in these two pills?”

Nightingale observed closely. “I can't see the magic power, but it's like the Stone of God's Retaliation.”

“Stone of God's Retaliation?” Roland's dumbfounded.

He's nodding. “Well, you've seen the world through the Mist. Only black and white were there, but the darkness was different from that formed by the God's Stone of Retaliation, the latter more like a void that engulfed the world around him. I don't know how to explain those feelings .. “Nightingale hesitated. “Better to say there is nothing inside than darkness inside the hole.”

“Contacts?”

“Ya, it's nothingness.” He's nodding. “The two pills also have something like nothing, but they are smooth, and ... they are also not circular holes, but rather parts of flowing black filaments.”

“Does this absence affect your capabilities?”

Nightingale took the pill, went inside the Mist, but immediately retreated. “It seems to have no effect.”

“It seems necessary to find the convicted inmate to try these two pills and see what happens.” Roland carefully wrapped up the pill, and held the pill in his arms.

“I did not expect the church would be so optimistic about you,” Nightingale sat down beside the prince, and said sadly.

“If the High Priest doesn't wear the Stone of God's Retaliation, I'll bet there's a lie in nine out of his ten sentences.” Roland curled his lips. “The most important thing is what they do. What they ask for is completely different.”

“Why?”

“Think about what they want: more churches, more believers, princes or kings supported by themselves, and decide the propaganda of the divine right of kings, the, a stable state more conducive to the development of believers and the development of power. Under the annual war, churches and monasteries would be subjected to robberies by refugees and nobles. ”

“Not that the problem.” Roland shook his head. “Stability comes from unity or balance, even if the king eats and drinks every day, the people in the united country live happier lives than the refugees in war. So it was no surprise that they supported the Second Prince, and it was no wonder that they supported Princess Garcia. But it was very strange to come and support me, especially when Garcia won. ”

“Now if the church fully supports Garcia, I fear the king's city and the eastern side of the area will be swallowed by it no more than six months.” If 70% of the land of the Kingdom of Graycastle belonged to the Queen of Clearwater, Roland thought their pressure would also increase greatly. “If we do not help the strong but choose the weakest, it seems that this decision benefits us. It could be assumed that we received their support, and then the situation of Graycastle would become even more chaotic. The immediate impact of the three countries was a sharp decline in population, a rapid loss of wealth, wars spreading across the country, and a protracted unification date.

“What benefits can the church get? They will not have more people to believe. Worse, I fear all churches will be demolished.”

“I don't understand your idea of the nobles. You always beat around the bush.” Nightingale sighed.

“Ya,” replied Roland with a smile, “except me.”

“...” The witch narrowed her eyes and stared at the prince for a long time. “Any. Why does that sentence also seem correct?”

Three days later, Roland finally evacuated Longsong Fortress's castle and library, happily taking Littletown on his way home.

As it approached Border Town along the Redwater River, the scenery on both sides of the river had changed. In the open space of the city across from where Anna was burning, many people were busy working. Judging from their appearance, they were the slaves who first arrived in the city. While close to the Unpassable Mountains, there were many simple wooden warehouses that had been built. Someone was moving inside the wooden warehouse, Roland guessed it was a member of the slave family.

These people were bound to the land from generation to generation, and their children were born to be slaves. Most people live a life of numbness because they cannot see hope. What drives them to work is not their inner desire, but the whips and wires installed in the hands of the slave owners. Low production efficiency is a huge waste of human resources.

There is no doubt that slavery is the enemy of industrial production and is included in the system that needs to be abolished. Roland did not intend to let them all become free men easily, but to provide a channel so that they could see hope that they could be promoted to a free man. There is a precedent to be followed — slaves who divorced from slavery because of the kindness of their masters. Even if the spread of this approach would not have much impact, the other nobles felt that they were just the nicest people.

If the time is right, he will fully implement the abolition of the slavery law. The resistance will be much smaller.

The dock is full of sailing ships and it is clear that this small dock is not able to withstand the pressure of transport that is so heavy. Fortunately, the airflow in Littletown was shallow, so the ship could docked directly without a dock. “It looks like the expansion of the dock also needs to be listed on the schedule,” thought Roland.

When they returned to the castle, he could not rest. When he returned to the office he called Barov, letting him report the situation of receiving the goods.

The assistant minister is ready. He took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, spreading it over a large wooden table.

“Your Majesty, the things you brought back to the castle lately really scared me.” Even though he said so, his face filled with wrinkles betrayed his feelings. “It took 12 apprentices all night to count all the coins, and a total of over 14,000 gold pieces of nobles! Your Highness, that is equivalent to one year's income in an ordinary city!”

Roland thought that it might take more than 20 years for a duke to save that many golden nobles. And these gold royals came from the search, looting, and exploitation of the people in the Western Region. He wanted to turn it into food, steel, and machinery as quickly as possible. “How about gemstones, jewelry, and handicrafts?”

“There is not enough time to change everything, but conservative estimates are also about 10,000 gold royals. If they were sent to the king's city for auction, the price would be higher. Now they're stored in your castle basement. ” Barov stops for a second. “But there is not enough space to use as a food storage, so I suggest you expand the castle and build more warehouses to store other materials.”