Chapter 376: Chapter 11: Because You Have _2
The number of the Divine Mysterious Court’s Shield Guard Army was unclear, but only a little over a hundred were dispatched for the Battle of the Kings, and the Shield Guards also had terms of service.
This ant that every thirty to fifty years, the Divine Mysterious Court would have to commission at least a hundred sets of Mountain Copper Plate Armor, requiring a total of one hundred thousand catties of copper—not including the loss during forging.
And this was rely what the Divine Mysterious Court needed; the Divine Mysterious noble class also required this extraordinary tal.
If Divine Mysterious needed all this copper, what about the other Earth Countries?
More importantly, the developnt and circulation of comrce also required tal coins as a foundation.
In this dieval era with limited production capacity and non-widespread ironware, tal coins were already quite expensive.
It wasn’t hard to understand why lower-class farrs couldn’t afford copper coins, silver coins, gold coins.
It could only be said that this land was just like that, as long as one had the ability to cast tal, the more money one had, the stronger one was, and sotis countries even had to legislate to prevent the outflow of copper coins. But that’s a different story.
Sanna, after hearing Roman’s question, thought for a mont and said, “We can’t defeat a dragon, but Monica and Gwen said that if there were a Seat Witch, then the cost of dragonslaying wouldn’t be prohibitively high.”
Roman gently caressed Sanna’s delicate cheek, “You an Margaret?”
Shasta, who had been silent like part of the background, now spoke up, “Margaret’s spells are effective against the weak, the weaker the target, the stronger the effect, but against a powerful lifeform like a dragon, they’re not much use; it’s hard for her to influence the dragon’s soul.”
Margaret, similarly a background figure, remained silent, simply nodding gently.
Shasta’s cool features showed a trace of sorrow as she said, “If my teacher Leona were here, if the Frost Witch Valia were here… Your Highness, even without those auxiliary forces, they would have the ability to slay a dragon on their own.”
Roman sighed softly; he had expressed regret about this more than once.
Although he had not t them personally, he had learned much about their origins and stories from Shasta.
One was the most powerful witch of the Witch Forest, who had long since perished in the Holy City.
The other was a witch of a different race—Valia of the Frost tribe carried the bloodline of giants in her veins and now resided in the Northern Land. Due to activating the bloodline of the frost giants and the side effects of using a Divine Artifact, she had been in a coma for over three years.
Seeing that the conversation had touched Shasta’s painful mories, Sanna felt sowhat regretful and spoke softly, “There are other Seat Witches in the Witch Forest.”
Mona who was in a trance, the Twins Philicia, and the Prophet Isabella.
The Prophet had a unique function and wasn’t strong in combat, so let’s leave her aside for the mont. Anyway, if it ca to dragonslaying, whether it was Mona or the Philicia sisters, they could play a decisive role.
“They won’t co to help .”
Roman embraced Sanna, even though a batch of witches had been relocated from the Witch Forest to Origin City as an investnt, to prevent them from being wiped out in one fell swoop—excluding Shasta and the others, who were considered migratory witches, those sent out as bait not cared for by the Witch Forest. They turned to seek shelter in Origin City, which could not be considered betrayal of the Witch Forest. After all, they had saved their lives and completed their mission to attract attention, it was a mutual rush toward each side.
But to say that the entire Witch Forest would uproot and move over was exaggerated.
Among these Seat Witches, the one Roman wished most to have was the Prophet Witch; the spell to stimulate potential was too powerful.
But he hoped and hoped, and couldn’t hope for her to co. Sotis he darkly wished for Cangyue to collapse, then those witches would have nowhere to go but to co to his land and work for him like cattle and horses, and he would also provide them with lots of grass, ah no, that is, compensation.
Thinking this way, Roman felt increasingly agitated, and a burning desire began to kindle; he felt a hot surge in his belly.
The difficulty in cultivating high-end combat power was too great, too high; it was easier to pick up those who were already developed.
If First Rank and Second Rank designated a low-level knight, and Third Rank barely escaped the category of a low-level knight, then Fourth Rank and Fifth Rank were truly mid-level knights, while Sixth Rank and Seventh Rank would be considered high-ranking knights.
In fact, most high-ranking knights were Sixth Rank.
According to Shasta, of the five Holy Knights of the Holy City, three were Seventh Rank Knights and two were Eighth Rank Knights, all representing the ceiling level of combat power for the Church Court.
When Roman promoted Angel Envoys, he always chose those with great potential for elevation—the lower the starting point, the greater the potential because fewer resources were needed.
To elevate an ordinary person with Five-dinsional Attributes ranked ‘E’ to a Third Rank Knight with Five-dinsional Attributes ‘D’ required the least resources.
To promote further… it was not a matter of wanting to, but being able to.
To elevate a Third Rank Knight to Fourth Rank was like improving ten ordinary people to the standard of a First Rank Knight; it was not cost-effective at all.
The higher one went, the more terrifying the consumption of resources.
Roman had calculated that bringing an Angel Envoy’s Five-dinsional Attributes all up to A Rank would definitely qualify as a Ninth Rank Knight.
But the resources consud would truly equate to tens of thousands of low-level knights.
Unaffordable, truly unaffordable.
Moreover, not all Angel Envoys can be elevated to A Rank; even if he really poured those resources into it, if the Angel Envoy’s innate quality wasn’t up to par, then stopping at B Rank would be normal, and falling back to C Rank would be too.
Origin City’s foundation was too shallow and couldn’t withstand such a disturbance.
It would be great to have ready-made combat power.
Roman saw a small hand reach up from below, gently smoothing out his furrowed brow, “Roman, if they won’t co, I’ll help you.”
Roman pinched Sanna’s cheek, which felt really good.
“You’re not qualified yet,” he said. “Beat Kao first, then we’ll talk.”
A little witch’s combat power was at most equivalent to a third-tier Knight—a third-tier Knight could walk around in hundreds of pounds of armor, but she couldn’t; both her endurance and her tolerance were limited.
Sanna’s expression visibly soured, “Can we not ntion him, please?”
She hated that na.
Every ti she wanted to beat him up, she ended up getting beaten instead.
Damn it, she was a witch, so why couldn’t she beat a muggle?
Kao had been on the battlefield, but she had also experienced the Battle of Kings now.
“I may not be strong now, but I will grow stronger, beco a new Seat Witch; they all say I have the potential…” she said, “Then, Roman, you won’t be troubled anymore, many fewer people will die, you’ll be able to slay dragons, fight the Church Court, and do many, many things because you’ll have , I will stay by your side…”
Roman was touched and relieved to hear her sincerity.
This was his first Five Star Angel Envoy, far better than any unreliable, coquettish harlot. High potential and full loyalty.
Sanna then climbed up the pole and whispered in Roman’s ear, “So bless , Roman, and I’ll help you sweep away all enemies.”
In an instant, all of Roman’s touched feelings vanished.
He laughed and said, “You’re the second person to ask for a blessing.”
Sanna blinked, looking like a coquettish little wife, so questions once asked have an answer, while so answers are terrifying and thrilling, she had gathered the courage of a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall to ask bluntly, “Who was the first?”
Roman squeezed her face hard. “Green. He thought the sa as you, that I could make you all endlessly stronger, but if I had that ability, I would’ve taken you all out to battle already.”
Sanna spoke indistinctly, “So how did you answer him?”
“I asked if he wanted a couple of punches from , do you?”
“Ah?”
“He wanted them, but before I could swing, he ran away, not honest at all.”
Sanna was discouraged; Kao had beaten her from childhood, and she really did not want to be hit again.
“I just rembered, I have sothing else to do…”
“Don’t worry, you’re not Green, I won’t hit you,” he said.
You’ve already hit . Sanna grimaced slightly in pain, but it wasn’t that severe, instead, it felt a bit ticklish, and she was almost suffocating on the increasingly rich scent in her nose.
“Let check if you’ve developed well.”
Margaret listened and observed in silence, while Shasta was a bit restless.
Sanna was already a maiden, by the standards of this age, she was already of age, but this was the great hall. “Your Highness, I’ll go stand outside.” As soon as she spoke, she quickly pulled Margaret out with her.
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