When the last statistical sheet was handed to Barov, the chief took a breath and waved his hand to his subordinates, "Go down." ”

"Yes. ”

The latter bowed respectfully, and closed the door to his office as he left.

The boss was the only one left in the room.

He opened the drawer, took out more than a dozen forms from it, spread them flat on the table, and then folded the latest one, neatly stacking them on top of each other.

In this way, all the materials needed for His Majesty's expedition will be complete.

Barov gently rubbed the papers, as if caressing the young and smooth skin of a girl, and the rows of numbers on them seemed like complex codes to ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were beautiful music.

In just a week and a half, Neverwinter had completed a massive logistical move, both in terms of food and golden dragons, more than any previous expedition. Through the plans and statistical tables, he could see ships laden with wheat heading north along the inland river, and he could hear the pleasant sound of the spilled golden dragons colliding with each other.

This feeling made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

If you had to give a name to a movement, there is no doubt that "power" would be the most appropriate.

And now, this power lies in his hands, at his mercy.

After three years of accumulation, Neverwinter has amassed an incredible level of strength - not just for the army, but for every aspect. When he was assistant to the Chancellor of the Exchequer in the old royal capital, he had some knowledge of the finances of the various parts of the Grey Castle, and it was because of this knowledge that he understood how amazing Roland Wimblington's achievements were.

The resources that have flowed into Neverwinter now are probably on par with the other cities of Greycastle combined.

It's a pity that no one can share this joy with him.

Barov removed his glasses and glanced at the empty table opposite.

The only person who can understand these numbers and experience the joy of it is estimated that there is only one Northland Pearl in the entire town hall. Sometimes he can often feel that the other person is the same kind of person as him.

But this regret dissipated in a blink of an eye, and there was nothing that could not be given up compared to exclusive power.

He stood up, walked to the window, and took out a peculiar coin from his bosom and spread it out in the palm of his hand. In the late spring sun, the "mountain" carved on the surface of the coin sparkles.

This is exactly the Mutual Aid emblem found in the Westside Forest three years ago.

He secretly kept it, originally thinking that when the Church invaded the West, it would be used as evidence that the lords were colluding with witches in exchange for his own safety. But now, the emblem has become his lucky charm.

Is His Majesty who bless witches evil? Of course not, the evil is the ones who have been struck down by His Majesty - they have no power, but they hold high positions, and that is the greatest crime. Even the devils of the Savage Lands are not as abominable as they are.

Fortunately, this won't be the case for long.

Although His Majesty's final decision to attack Dawn first would have made him wait for the moment he had been waiting for for more than twenty years, so why not wait another year?

The Grey Keep should be managed by someone more capable.

When His Majesty rules the kingdom and ascends the throne, he will also climb to the pinnacle of power.

Barov stroked his beard and couldn't help but laugh.

"That's all for today's test, have you packed your luggage?" Agatha asked as she sorted out the test materials, "Tomorrow is the day of departure, don't leave anything behind." ”

"I didn't have any extra clothes and nothing to bring. Isabella shook her head and replied calmly. Life in Neverwinter was simpler than she had imagined, except for repeatedly casting her abilities on the Divine Stone for the Ice Witch to observe and record, and the rest of the time was at her disposal, as long as she didn't leave the Diplomatic Building. Neither harassing nor humiliating, the relationship between witches and the pure was very different from that of the pure, and she sometimes felt that Agatha treated her as she did with other witches, almost indistinguishably.

"By the way," she added, "from last time...... Thank you for telling me. ”

"Do you mean news from the church?" Agatha shrugged, "If it were me, I'd want to go back and have a look, whether it's goodbye or goodbye." But don't talk about that now, you can't go on the road like this...... Even if it was my negligence, I didn't even notice that you were wearing the same outfit all this time. She put down the notebook, frowned and walked over to Isabella, grabbed her sleeve and touched it, "It's all white here, and it's winter clothes, when the weather gets hot, are you going to suffocate inside?"

"That's nothing. Isabella wanted to say that she had undergone harsher training, but after thinking about it, she swallowed the second half of her sentence back.

"This expedition is not a matter of one or two months, not to mention whether there are conditions on the road that allow you to wash your clothes every day, and your companions can't stand it. Agatha decided without saying anything, "While there is still time, I will take you to the convenience market and pick out some clothes that fit." ”

The companion in the other party's mouth made her slightly stunned, and she was unconsciously silent for a moment before saying, "But...... I don't have any money. ”

She is an atonement for her sins, so naturally she will not be paid a monthly salary like the members of the League of Witches.

"I'll do it," said Agatha nonchalantly, "when I'll borrow you." ”

"But I have to ...... in five years"

"Five years is a short time compared to the hundreds of years Tachira has been waiting, isn't it?" interrupted the Ice Witch, "I'm afraid the battle of the Divine Will won't end so easily, and you won't always be like this, unless you want it to." At this point she held out her hand, "So what are you hesitating about?"

Isabella didn't answer, and she suddenly felt that the sunset shining through the window was a little harsh.

In the golden afterglow, Agatha's figure faded away, leaving only the hand that had been handed her.

She lowered her head and took the other's palm.

At that moment, the sun seemed to be connected with her.

"It really doesn't matter if I follow you?" Anna asked, lying in the crook of Roland's arm, blinking her lake-blue eyes.

A while ago, he was busy with the matter of placing the witch punished by God, and he hadn't enjoyed a world like this for two people for a long time. It is precisely because of this that after a long time in the night, the two of them still whispered, as if they wanted to make up for all the words they owed before.

"It's been preparing for so long, and it doesn't matter if you rest," Roland said as he stroked her smooth back, "Besides, this expedition is not all about fighting, and propaganda is also a very important thing - for example, it is not easy to be familiar in front of everyone, and when attending a banquet, it is not easy to be accompanied by an excellent woman." ”

Anna replied softly, and buried her head in embarrassment, and by the bright moonlight, Roland saw a faint blush on her cheeks.

With her intelligence, she could clearly understand the meaning of these words.

Appearing as the king's female companion on a formal occasion is in itself a gesture.

"I said that one day, all the subjects of the Grey Keep will know your name, even if you are a witch. He said seriously.

Instead of asking questions like "wouldn't it be bad to do this?" or "what if everyone objected," Anna was silent for a while, and then replied in the same serious tone, "Even if I'm a witch, I want to be with you, no matter what happens in the future." ”

The corners of Roland's mouth were raised, and this answer was indeed her usual style.

"Well, that's fine. ”

......

The next day, the docks of Neverwinter were crowded with people, and cement ships carrying the First Army and war supplies lined up in a column and slowly left the banks of the Chishui River.

At the head of the fleet was the Roland, and at the top of the flagship, the spear flag of the tower, a symbol of the royal family of the Grey Keep, fluttered in the wind, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone in Neverwinter knows that when their lord returns, he will be the only king of the land.

I don't know who shouted the first hooray, and then the whole dock resounded with the same cry.

Like the thunder rolling across the sky, like the horn of departure—

It was in the midst of this crowd chanting that the war began.