The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 94: Destruction needs no excuse

Artillery production also continued to advance, second round production for the cannon had already entered the drilling stage, while the third round was still in the material gathering stage.

If he was lucky, Roland could have a row of four players weighing 12 pounds after a month. Undoubtedly its superiority in terms of firepower.

But the question now was how could he turn this advantage into a victory situation, and Roland was still trying hard to answer it.

Before he crossed over, he only worked as a mechanical dog, and like most others in that world, his understanding of war only came from history, movies, and games.

If it was just a battle with cold weapons, he could have just handed the order to Carter and Iron Axe.

But this battle was not the same as the one they both had fought before, no one could understand this new hot weapon better than himself.

Therefore, he could only gather the knowledge they had and build his own plan on top of that foundation in addition to his knowledge from the next era.

To ensure his victory, Roland let Lightning travel every day between Border Town and Longsong Stronghold.

On the one hand to observe the condition of the road, and on the other hand because he needs to calculate the distance accurately.

Roland believed that victory in war was built on the basis of previously collected information and calculations.

Whether it is tactical development, or the reduction of each stage of battle, receiving victory in battle is inseparable from these two points.

Roland once again picked up the one-meter-long iron pipe and the hundred-meter-long hemp rope he had made to determine the firing range of his cannon.

Then he went to the artillery testing area to the west of Border Town and measured a distance of one kilometer with them.

Then he let Lightning fly this far so that he would always do so in the same amount of time.

When he skillfully recalled exactly how much magic was used, Roland began to measure the distance between Longsong Fortress and Border Town.

Use the sundial to measure the time it takes for a round trip,

he calculated the distance between the two places to be around fifty-five kilometers.

Of course, this is the linear distance between two points.

In fact, if traveling by land, you will have to pass two large bends to avoid crossing the foothills of the Unpassable Mountains.

So if the Duke chose to attack by land, he would need at least three days to reach Border Town.

With Lightning as Scout, Roland would always have a clear idea of where the enemy was and what he should do.

Within a distance of two kilometers to the west of Border Town, he had inserted many signal flags to signal the distance, he said,

so if an enemy enters this area his artillery can quickly adjust the angle of his muzzle without the need to fire a test shot.

Now he was starting to worry about what to do if the other party did not start the attack.

At this moment, a knocking sound came from the door. Nightingale, who had been lying all the time on the sofa, chewing on the dried fish slices, disappeared.

Seeing this, Roland coughed twice, and said,

"Lake in." The door opened and his assistant minister Barov stepped in,

"Your Majesty, a member of the Longsong Stronghold aristocracy wishes to meet you."

"Who?" asked Roland only to directly ask once more, though,

"Did they send that ambassador again?"

"No, not the ambassador," Barov shook his head,

"It was one of the nobles who left before the beginning of the Moon Demon, Baron Cornelius, who returned now."

Roland had to think for a moment until he remembered that there were indeed nobles living in Border Town who had escaped to the fortress.

But now they dare to go back?

They will return when spring begins.

Do they not respect the laws of the kingdom?

"Why does he want to see me?"

“At the construction of the wall, his house was demolished,” said the assistant treasurer.

"If Your Majesty doesn't want to accept it, I can send it out."

Roland wanted to accept his offer, but then he changed his mind,

"Let the Baron wait for me in the living room."

Perhaps through him, Roland could put pressure on Longsong Stronghold, at least this was something he wanted to happen.

After lingering for about half an hour, Roland casually entered the living room.

Upon arriving he saw a man with a very round stomach impatiently waiting beside a long table.

While the man restlessly walked back and forth, an additional layer of flesh on his face swayed according to his steps.

Seeing His Majesty finally appear, the Baron stopped his steps and reluctantly performed the royal welcoming ceremony.

"Sit,"

Roland went to the table and placed himself in his chair.

According to his usual habits, even if this was not dinner time, he would let his kitchen at least prepare dessert, he said,

but today he did not even let them prepare tea.

"How can you let that stupid mason destroy my house?

It's still a nice house. From parapet, logs used for roof beam columns also have the best quality.

When I built it, I had to spend over a hundred .. no, a hundred and fifty gold royals!

As he spoke, he restlessly waved with his hands. One hundred and fifty, hearing this Roland had to use a lot of strength to hold back his laughter.

If it was still the Prince from before, when looking through the old memories, maybe I would really believe it.

But now... “You mean the house located the farthest in the west?”

"Well," said Cornelius, nodding,

"It's a big house, second only to Baron Simon."

“Honey, it's too close to the wall, and it's blocking my people's way,”

roland said, after pausing for a moment then continued,

“but City Hall has decided on compensation.

"How much…?"

Roland stretched out two fingers,

"Twenty gold royals."

“It's too little! Your Majesty..” cried Cornelius while spraying spit everywhere.

Finally, he calmed down. Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Well, twenty, twenty gold royals, where should I go get the money?"

"Get it?" Roland put on a confused look.

“The money has been paid to the owner of the house.”

"What's? Wait, wait... I'm the owner of that mansion!”

"it's not you. but Blair, captain of my second militia.”

"Who is that?" The baron asked once again in a loud voice,

"Your Majesty, you are wrong, I am the Host!"

"But I didn't see you during the winter," Roland raised his eyebrows,

"How can the house be yours?"

“Of course I was not there; I returned to Longsong Fortress. Who will stay in this god-abandoned place,

this place can only be used as a place to eat demonic beasts?!”

“So you want to say you ran away because you are afraid of demonic beasts.

And you still have the face to call yourself a Master? ” ask Roland.

"I, uh ..." The baron was suddenly stunned and did not know how to answer.

"Guard," Roland clapped, and soon two guards came into the living room, holding Cornelius between them.

“We're in Hallo Palace, what do you mean by this!?”

“Very simple, you now have two options,” Roland stood up from the chair, freezing Cornelius with his gaze, you,

“First, you admit that you have done wrong, that the house is not yours.

And then I can see what just happened as nothing more than a joke.

Your second choice is to acknowledge that during the Devil's Month, you betrayed God

You, fleeing the battle without permission from your Lord, shamefully fled to Longsong Fortress.

If you take this option, I'll put you in jail for desertion, where you'll be waiting for the day of your suspension. Which one did you choose?"

The sweat pouring out of Cornelius' forehead did not stop, he swallowed in fear, hesitating for a moment before he quivered:

"Your Majesty, I .. I made a mistake, it's not my home. So this is all a misunderstanding,"

Roland shrugged, and then said to the guards,

" Send Baron on the way.:

As Cornelius was about to pass through the door, the Prince stopped him once more:

“Really, when you brought your ship back to Longsong Fortress, could you pass on a message for me?

Let them know. ah, who may have the same misconception as you, if they do not want to choose the second option, then,

they did not need to waste time by coming to Border Town.

"Whatever you want, Your Majesty," Cornelius said with a forced smile as he left the room.

But as he turned around, Roland could see how his partner was gritting his teeth. Like this, like this,

I should have made quite a fuss inside Longsong Stronghold, right? thought Roland.