Dear Broom Knight

The revelry at Baron Gzar's barony truly lasted for three days and three nights.

However, Baron Lowry Montes's 'lone wolf' behavior once again became widely known.

He could really do things like sending chefs to Green Maple Valley to deliver warmth to his knights on duty, yet not giving the merchant caravans waiting for trade outside even the slightest opportunity—things others couldn't even bring themselves to say!

Especially for those legitimate merchants who had just traveled a long distance and wanted to eat something good to replenish themselves.

Green Maple Valley even provided portable tents for sale… the kind made of thick canvas, completely different from the knights' protective tents.

Although they could also be set up automatically, in this fantasy world, such simple alchemical setups could be made by mage apprentices and quasi-scholars, and blueprints were everywhere.

The ones provided by Green Maple Valley were just a bit bigger, without any military value.

Merchants could temporarily rent this tent to rest on a very neatly cleaned bluestone ground outside the Green Maple Valley checkpoint, and their horses and beasts could also be tied to the tall wooden walls erected around that open space.

Baron Gzar wasn't too excessive; although he didn't allow outsiders into his territory, he at least gave them high walls on all four sides… even the thing that faced the main road, which was open during the day and could be considered neither a wall nor a door, would be raised directly after nightfall.

When nothing major happened, this door wouldn't be lowered.

If someone arrived overnight, they could only wait until dawn to go in and find a place… this was understandable, as Green Maple Valley never opened its doors to any outsiders at night before.

Nighttime always provided opportunities for some fellows.

Even with caution, problems could easily arise.

Merchants would never raise any objections to this… although he might be the one stuck outside, he was more likely to be the one staying inside the walls.

What legitimate merchant couldn't calculate such a short amount of time accurately?

It wasn't like it took months to get from the previous city to Baron Gzar's barony.

At most, it would only take ten days to half a month… depending on the weight of the goods; even a skilled worker, let alone a veteran who was used to trade routes, wouldn't miscalculate.

Therefore, everyone couldn't say anything strange.

A mage's territory was just different; even the temporary places they prepared were so perfect.

Making the merchants feel full of resentment, yet unable to voice the word 'perfect'.

But they had to accept the reasons given by Gzar's territory.

That was Baron Gzar, who could instantly say, 'Don't come if you don't want to,' 'I don't lack that little bit of stuff,' and would very seriously ask them if they wanted to close the last checkpoint trading point.

However, those who were serious about doing business understood how rare a trading partner like Baron Gzar was, who never haggled and treated all merchant caravans the same, fairly.

Most importantly, even if you wanted to take cash instead of supplies from the territory, Baron Gzar had no objections!

Who could understand!

There was actually such a noble lord in this world!

He was willing to take out gold coins!

Generally speaking, territorial nobles who allowed merchants to take away slightly more valuable materials from their territory were already considered very good trading partners.

Any merchant who did cross-territorial or even international business, as long as they had a little brain, would never be willing to abandon a BOSS point outside their own power that could drop gold coins.

Not to mention how much benefit they could gain from it, just saying that if one day the forces behind them had problems, they would also have a place to escape to… no one would bring a lot of money when fleeing, but that didn't mean they didn't have good things on them.

Merchants needed a place where they could sell and get money with peace of mind.

No one wanted Green Maple Valley to close its doors completely.

They were still hoping that after a long time, Baron Gzar's anger would subside, and he would let them into the territory!

Even merchants who were particularly tolerant of certain things couldn't help but harbor resentment in secret towards the church's hand that was stretched out too far.

Baron Gzar didn't take the initiative to provoke any church forces, he just didn't like to participate in your trivial matters, so why do you have to drive people to extinction?

Mages have never liked to get involved in those things, have they?

Those archmages who publicly declared that church forces were not allowed to enter their territory, why don't they even dare to fart?

They're just bullying Baron Gzar for not being strong enough, right?

Also, bullying him for being young.

Thinking that a little intimidation would throw Baron Gzar into chaos, and maybe even send them to the offering table!

They were thinking beautifully, but the ones being harmed were these honest people!

Why?

The majesty of the Night Goddess has been ruined by this group of narrow-minded women!

In those few days, I don't know how much complaining about the Night Church the Night Goddess heard… after all, many people moan to the moon at night.

The gods in this world are sometimes really interesting.

Whether it's the Storm or the Night, including the Earth, they won't be dissatisfied because their believers curse their own churches.

Even those who were conferred gods by faith won't.

But they also won't deal with some of the church's filth themselves before things really break out, and they won't even actively explore those annoying things.

Of course, once exposed, they won't be merciful either.

Therefore, what the gods favor is never mortals.

However, these things have nothing to do with the contented Lowry.

After so many things, although he still couldn't understand the power struggle comparable to 'A Song of Ice and Fire,' he grasped a key point.

As long as he, as a student of Arslaan, didn't actively jump into those trivial matters, then no one could force him to go.

Of course, there would definitely be no shortage of conspiracies around him, but as long as he himself didn't get tempted, then it wouldn't be a problem.

Isn't it just staying at home!

In this world, absolutely no one can stay at home better than him… back then, he could only entertain himself in a small house of dozens of square meters!

Speaking of which… Lowry sometimes wondered if taking a stroll around his territory now was longer than the distance he let out the wind for a whole year in his previous life.

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However, the main reason he lived so comfortably was because he found that his mother wasn't giving up everything and just wanted to live a retired life as rumored.

After sending away the Yagris Knights, Madam Yagris quickly threw herself into strict knight training.

What Madam Yagris was most satisfied with was the gravity room that Lowry had prepared for her on a whim.

In the past two years, Lowry had begun to read fifth-circle spells… although he couldn't understand all the spells.

But he had a special talent; he could completely cast spells related to the atmosphere beyond his level.

Of course, he didn't intend to force growth too much at the moment, after all, what he was pulling was himself.

But he could start theoretical research.

Moreover, what he mainly used was not the real gravity field above the fifth circle, or even the sixth circle, that could be freely increased or decreased, but an aura hut transformed from the fourth-circle spell Heavy Mist… it mainly used airflow to artificially increase the impact force.

Of course, the gravity inside would definitely change, but with Lowry's ability, he could at most make the gravity of the hut 20 times that of the outside.

If it weren't for those powerful air currents and the various sub-elemental beads placed everywhere in the hut, Madam Yagris's strength might not have much effect.

However, Madam Yagris thought it was pretty good.

At least it was stronger than her only being able to toss around in an ordinary training ground.

Moreover, those sub-elemental beads that randomly released attacks were really good.

At first, even Madam Yagris, who was known for her agility, couldn't avoid being hit.

Even after she slowly adapted to that gravity, the number of elemental beads also increased… she asked for it herself.

After confirming that her son could make a lot of these things anytime, Madam Yagris unceremoniously asked Lowry to replenish them every day.

After watching his own mother train for a few days, Lowry realized… knights also had to have some understanding of these elemental forces after reaching the advanced level.

The more thoroughly they understood, the more active the energy fluctuations of their knight core would be.

Of course, generally speaking, most knights already know which element they are more likely to resonate with at this time.

The air-based smell on Madam Yagris was much stronger.

But a wiser, or rather, a knight with a proper inheritance, would definitely try to deepen their understanding of all elements.

And the simplest way for knights to understand is to get beaten.

Use their own bodies to feel the power of these elements bit by bit.

Lowry's sub-elemental beads were only a little painful for Madam Yagris.

Covered in bruises and swollen pain was already commonplace for great knights.

Madam Yagris really felt that she had made a profit by being able to sense all the elemental forces with only these scars.

However, she quickly told Lowry that this method was not that no knight had thought of it before.

This third-circle spell of sub-elemental beads was not only something that Lowry could do.

It's just that the effect wasn't as obvious as in the gravity room.