Fairy’s Box

New lunar calendar, March 11th.

Nearly two months later, the guards of the Celtic Province have begun to take shape. According to the statistics of military advisor Pompey, the number of second-order soldiers has reached 7,000, and there are more than 200 third-order soldiers. .

Together with the new Celtic army and the Great Wall Garrison, they finally made up a large army of nearly 15,000 people. It was not far from Yale’s ideal size—two 10,000-level legions.

Although the audition has eliminated some warriors with dishonorable resumes, there are still many people who plan to come here to make a living. Their idea was to make a fortune by mixing farmland here first, and if they were going to fight in the future, they would find the Governor's Palace to discount it. The small abacus was very good.

For this shameless act of taking the Governor's House as a victim, the resourceful strategist Pompey, of course, also has a way to block them.

The second war pattern fusion agreement was placed in front of the military households of the public guards in order to prevent this phenomenon.

This batch of war patterns is different from the previous fusion of the new army. They are all valuables purchased by Yalei privately. They belong to super hemorrhage.

The price of unilaterally tearing up the agreement is extremely high. The state of war preparations breaks the agreement, and the Governor's Office even has the right to dispose of it at will, but it can be privately owned after a generation.

For the true family heirlooms that can be passed on to future generations, and can be upgraded with the inheritance from generation to generation, most military households in the guardhouse cannot resist this temptation, so they can only sign contracts with tears and sell themselves completely.

However, this hemorrhage almost made Yale completely impoverished, leaving only a desperate debt.

Fortunately, as the calamity gradually subsided, the unfinished industries left by some evil capitalists in Celtic appreciated rapidly, because they were abandoned first, and the black-haired knight unceremoniously confiscated all these industries—and then shamelessly Sell ​​it once.

Relying on this black-hearted money to bully the capitalists, the Governor's Office successfully survived the financial crisis, and then prepared to deal with the second wave of financial crisis...

Southern Celtic, Hadrian's Wall.

Yale and Pompey walked side by side on the wall of the Great Wall. After crossing a section of the barrier, the two stopped in the observation deck and looked at the large rolling hills ahead. The old man said softly:

"The Highland Kingdom has a lot of mountains and steep terrain. If you fail, you can escape to the rear. How does Your Excellency the Governor plan to deal with it?"

"Just lure them in." The black-haired knight frowned, seemingly absent-minded.

Pompey noticed his expression and was not angry, and continued calmly:

"I've been hanging out in Glamorgan these days, and I heard a lot of people say that in the southern Celts, you can get a considerable commission for scalping the Celts. Is there such a thing?"

"Indeed." He came back to his senses and smiled apologetically.

"If it's just to defend the territory south of Hadrian's Wall, the governor can really solve the problem of Celtic infiltration. But the key is that you have now made up your mind to fight against the Highland Kingdom, so why waste your money and make Kai What about the resistance of the Ults?"

The old man's eyes shone with a wise light, he caressed his right chest with one hand, and said sincerely:

"It is impossible for more than 10 million people to be slaughtered, and slaughtering them is not in the interests of the Governor's Office. Is it possible that the suffering Governor of the vast land and sparsely populated people has not eaten enough, so please repeal this order."

Thinking that force can solve everything, there must be a reason for the Black Hawk's defeat in the Highland Kingdom in the future, and I have to slowly reverse his thoughts,

"What the sergeant said makes sense."

Yale thought carefully for a moment, then said seriously:

"Then I won't cut their scalps in the future, I will arrest them all, and then ask for ransom from the Highland Kingdom. If they don't give it, let them do hard labor for the military households of the guardhouse, and then let them go after earning enough ransom money. Is it?"

"..."

Pompeo stared at him, speechless for a while, and after a while, he could only helplessly nodded.

In any case, this person is considered a good-natured admonisher, and the finances of the Governor's Palace have been unsatisfactory.

"Hahaha!"

The black-haired knight was quite proud of his wit, and said with a smile: "In this way, they can't blame me. If they want to blame, the monarch they serve has no conscience, and I can make a fortune along the way."

Pompeo didn't express any opinion on this, just kept shaking his head and sighed deeply in his heart, it seemed that he had a long way to go.

...

Highland Kingdom, Royal Palace.

dong dong dong——!

Wallace knocked on the door of King Gary's study, where his father was discussing with several confidants on how to deal with the reconstruction after the demon disaster. The meeting seemed to be heated, and everyone was talking faster and faster.

"Father, it's me." The second prince said across the door.

"Wallace? Come in."

After getting permission, Wallace pushed open the heavy black carved wooden door, and the cotton pad under the door rubbed against the marble making a slight noise.

Wearing a silver-white armor, he walked into the study, looked at a few serious officials of the kingdom, subconsciously raised his tone, and announced brightly:

"Father, the demonic disaster has been completely eliminated."

After seeing his second son entering the study in a suit of armor, King Gary's eyebrows were so gloomy that water almost dripped, and he rebuked mercilessly:

"I said, you have to maintain your demeanor as a crown prince at all times. Why don't you change your clothes when you go to the study? Are you so busy that you don't even have time to change your clothes? How can you be fit to be the king of the Highland Kingdom in the future when you look like this!? "

This head-to-head rebuke made the new crown prince very angry. He worked so hard for so many days to eliminate the evil disaster with one hand, and established such a great feat, but his father blamed himself for a little thing, he was completely confused!

"..."

Wallace held back his anger, squeezed out a smile, and said, "I just couldn't wait to inform my father of this good news, and I forgot the etiquette for a while."

This sentence made the old king's complexion a little better. At least for now, the second son's attitude towards him is still respectful.

"You did very well."

King Gary praised lightly, then waved his sleeves: "If you have time, go see your brother, he has recovered well recently."

The new crown prince took a breath, suppressed his unhappiness again, and said quickly:

"I have some opinions on post-disaster reconstruction."

"After the meeting, I will naturally ask you about the situation." The old king did not let anyone continue, his expression became more indifferent, and his eyes stared at the other party gloomily:

"Now you can leave, our meeting continues, remember who you are, my son."

"..."

Wallace only felt a flame explode from the depths of his mind, and the scorching touch continued to expand in his skull, almost bursting to destroy his consciousness.

"Then, I'll go first."

In the end, he relied on the last trace of reason and left the study that belonged to the king backwards.

...

Highland Kingdom, Kenneth's bedroom.

"I'm the crown prince! I'm obviously the crown prince! He also wiped out the evil disaster for the kingdom, and he doesn't even allow me to mention a single opinion. I'm really confused!"

Wallace growled with red eyes, pacing the palace like an angry bull.

"Wallace, calm down."

Sora said, walking to the window, pulling the velvet curtain a line, and looking through the glazed window at the guards who were patrolling downstairs.

"I can't calm down! I know the contempt and disdain in my father's eyes. I know how hard I try, and I can't surpass Kenneth's position in his heart."

The new crown prince grabbed the princess by the shoulders, panting and roaring:

"I am obviously already the crown prince, but I don't get the right to my identity. That old bastard's body is too good. When will I get rid of the current situation?"

"The throne will be yours sooner or later, why are you so impatient." Sora frowned at him and reluctantly agreed.

"Sooner or later? Ten years or twenty years?"

When Wallace thought that he had to endure such a long time, he couldn't help a burst of frantic impatience. If he was to suffer such a fuss by that time, he might really go crazy.

"Unless..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression gradually freezing like ice.

"What do you want to do?"

Sora's face suddenly turned pale, and she smelled a dangerous aura from the other party's tone.

"You don't need to know much."

The new crown prince touched the lady's face, and looked at the seductive dress specially prepared for him, his eyes lit up:

"Honey, you are so beautiful tonight."

"No matter how beautiful a woman is, there will always be a moment when she will be bored." The princess bit her thin lips and looked at her lover with a complicated expression.

"My feelings for you will never change."

Wallace held the other person's soft palm and comforted the woman who should belong to his sister-in-law. Then he suddenly thought of his brother and asked with a sneer:

"How's the situation on Kenneth's side, are you relieved?"

"..."

Sora shook her head bleakly.

"It doesn't matter, honey, I have a brilliant idea now, and I can obediently make him submit."

The cold light in the new crown prince's eyes was like the sharp teeth of a shark, and the corners of his lips suddenly lifted upwards, revealing a creepy smile.

...

Highland Kingdom, Cathedral.

In the darkness, a series of ethereal footsteps sounded, and a delicate silver-white boot was stepped out, and the intricate and elegant sanctuary hymn was engraved on the boot.

On top of the boots is a silver-white full-body plate armor, and the cross straps around the waist are also all-metal, revealing a layer of restrained white light.

Further up is a hood that covers the entire face, and is integrated with the full-body plate armor, as if there is a chaotic space inside. No matter which angle others look at, they can only see a deep shadow.

The man walked to the steps under the altar, and after standing still for a long time, he let out a vague voice as if from another world:

"Cardinal Yusuf, what's the matter with me?"

"The new crown prince of the Highland Kingdom has sent me news."

Bishop Joseph stood behind the altar, hunched his back, his cloudy eyes suddenly stared, projecting two sharp lines of sight:

"He finally couldn't help himself."

The man whose whole body was covered in armor raised his head, and the voice without any emotional tone rippled in the space again:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Grab the old king of the Highland Kingdom, hand him over to our new crown prince, and then...you act as an **** until Wallace is firmly on the throne."

"As ordered."

The low voice echoed slowly, and a white light suddenly shone in the dark space. The viscous darkness, like a giant python, twisted uncomfortably in the dazzling light.

^…

Glamorgan, Earls Court.

It rained at night, and it was not clear yet, but the radiance of the waning moon of Hyosung was already radiating from the gaps in the clouds.

"What? I'm no longer the captain of the city defense? Why do you exempt me from my position! Where am I not doing well enough?"

Suddenly, a girl's scream came from the office. The sound was rare and loud, and the leaves in the courtyard fell to the ground.

"It's not a dismissal, because you've been doing well these past few months, so I've decided to give you a promotion."

Yale smiled and handed over another letter of appointment. He would not admit to secretly investigating the ancestors of the other party's eight generations, even knowing how old she started to develop.

"so fast?"

Nancy immediately turned her anger into joy, blinked her blue eyes, and showed a somewhat bewildered expression.

"But before that, I also have to ask for your consent. After all, this position may be a bit embarrassing for you." The black-haired knight pressed his fingers on the corner of the commission, and cast his gaze towards the other party.

"There's no problem, Nancy, I can do anything! I'm not afraid of anything!" The girl patted her chest confidently, her whole body filled with the fearless spirit of a newborn calf.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little hard work. I'm planning to form a reconnaissance corps, but there is no one around who is suitable for this position, so I want you to give it a try."

Yalei looked at Nanxi's eager eyes, and a heavy stone in his heart finally dropped half.

At this moment, he thought of Pearson, the assassin who was imprisoned in the depths of the palace by Mistertin, but would rather die. If this man hadn't died, he should have become the best scout.

"Then let me try it! Fast movement, spying on the terrain, etc., I think I'm okay." The girl touched her smooth chin, her eyes narrowed into crescent crescents.

"Very good, now go say goodbye to your team members, and recommend a best successor by the way, I trust your vision." The black-haired knight winked at the other party.

"Yes, sir!"

Nancy suddenly raised her right arm high, her boots snapped together, and gave him a serious salute.

"Go my subordinates and complete your mission."

Yale raised his face in cooperation, with a stern expression like a plaster statue, and returned a military salute to her.