Farming in the Magical World

"Cliff, Cliff, stop forming a line..."

Inside the city walls, Clift was still gathering his troops, planning to go out of the city to support his friend Lanny, when a knight ran down from the city walls and waved to him repeatedly!

"You don't need to persuade me anymore. I've already had someone tell your father that leaving the city was my idea, and it won't implicate you!"

Without turning his head, he waved his hand, mounted his horse, and raised his longsword.

"Brothers, follow me and fight your way out of the city..."

To his surprise, the young knight grabbed his reins.

"Ok?"

For once, Cliffel turned cold and looked at the other person with a snort.

What, are you trying to forcibly stop me?

The young knight's eyes narrowed as he was kicked, and he waved his hand in fear!

"No, I mean, we don't need it anymore!"

He paused, swallowed hard, seemingly incredulous at what he was witnessing, and slowly said, "He... he has already routed that army of tens of thousands."

"..."

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"Duke Gramont, how are your knights preparing? When can they depart?"

The Kingdom of Andrew, the capital!

Inside the palace, King Andrew XII, now crowned, sat on his throne, discussing the chaos in the North with his ministers seated on either side.

Upon hearing the king's question, Duke Gramont rose and replied, "Your Majesty, there is still a short time. The gathering is still underway, and it will take about half a month before the trip can take place!"

Nodding, he knew that Duke Gramont was telling the truth, and even though he was anxious, there was nothing he could do.

Moreover, it is not uncommon for it to take two or three months to assemble an army, so the fact that Duke Gramont was able to set off in half a month is already quite fast!

But when Duke Gramont arrived in the North with his army in about a month, he couldn't even imagine what state the North would be in.

As for the other dukes in the capital, he dared not even dream of them.

Take Duke Williams, for example. He's good at business, but if you send his knights into battle, they'd probably collapse instantly.

He did not expect that just a few days after his coronation, he would receive an urgent report from Marcus that the Duke of Theoria, Howard-France, had brazenly invaded the North.

This time, unlike decades ago, the enemy did not take the Sierra Grand Canyon again. Instead, they chose to quietly enter the North through the Devil's Corridor and immediately captured the neighboring Livingstone, establishing a stronghold there and continuing to invade the entire North!

This not only caught him off guard, but also left Duke Burton completely unprepared. The enemy army advanced as if it were entering an empty field, marching straight in from Livings and all the way to the walls of Fromm before being slowed down by the surrounding nobles who arrived at the scene and used the city walls.

According to the news sent two days ago, the Battle of Fromm has begun, and the current situation is completely unclear!

The North is different from the plains of the capital. In this hilly area, fortified castles are very useful, but they are also just as difficult to build.

If the enemy really breaks through Flåm, the next city that can stop them will be Borleman!

Composing himself and withdrawing his gaze, King Andrew XII turned his attention back to the scribe beside him. "What's the status of the letter sent to the Duke of Sidney? Any news?"

The scribe, his face grave, stood up and hesitated before saying, “Your Majesty, Duke Sidney has replied that his standing knights set out half a month ago, heading north along the Shadow Mountains, intending to first seize the enemy’s rear, Livingstone!”

"Can... ..."

Seeing the clerk hesitate, he frowned, somewhat displeased. "Speak, what happened?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Duke Sidney still hopes the kingdom can provide some more military funding. He says this expedition is a long journey and very expensive!"

"Didn't they just increase his military spending?"

Shrinking back slightly, the clerk continued, "His message did indeed say that... ...Perhaps he hasn't received any new information yet?"

Nodding, King Andrew XII fell into deep thought.

He didn't believe the other party hadn't received the previous message; it was just the same old trick—they wanted money and power!

But... should I give it to myself?

Or rather, how many more times can I back down?

The national treasury is almost empty, and it's impossible to give much more money. Even Janet's merchant guild has already withdrawn a lot of gold coins, which has affected the guild's operations.

Out of the corner of his eye, a guard quietly approached the clerk with something in his hand. The clerk took the small piece of paper, glanced at it, and his face lit up with joy!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, good news!"

"According to news from the North, our Duke Lanny Wells has taken action and killed Duke Howard France amidst tens of thousands of enemy troops. The enemy has collapsed and is fleeing madly along the Livingstone area!"

"Furthermore, the message also says that His Excellency the Duke seems to have flown to Theoria!"

Everyone: ... ...

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In the St. Elijah Cathedral, Florian, who had just returned, stood in the hall, surrounded by the heads of various departments of the cathedral.

Seated high in the center is the Pope, who holds a scepter, wears a papal crown, a shawl, a white robe, and white shoes with gold thread.

"I heard that a high-level battle broke out between King Andrew and Richard a few nights before Richard's coronation?"

"Florian, only you have personally met Nalanie Wells, so tell me, what do you think?"

With his triangular eyes wide open, Florian first composed himself before making a blessing gesture and slowly speaking.

"Your Majesty, that is indeed the case. There were three people flying in the air at that time. We later learned that one of them was named Edmund, and the other was Lanny Wells, the newly appointed Duke of the Kingdom of Andrew!"

He paused for a moment before continuing, "As for the third one, her name seems to be Melissa, but we don't know any specific details!"

When Melissa was mentioned, no one reacted, but Quintus, the head of the Bauhinia Kingdom who was returning to the Holy City to report on his duties, was slightly taken aback without attracting attention!

"Oh, Edmund? I seem to remember someone called the Eternal Temple?"

The Pope nodded, then turned to look at the head of the Holy Society.

The person in charge nodded and said loudly, "That's right, Your Majesty. According to the records, Edmund is one of the persons in charge of the Eternal Temple, and the other is Magnus. As for the third temple master, it is unknown, but all three are undoubtedly above the high rank!"

"Ok!"

Nodding, the Pope turned back to ask, "Have you personally witnessed Nalani Wells make a move?"

Most people probably think that as long as you can fly, you are above the highest level.

However, the continent of Saint Tor is vast and has never lacked people with extraordinary talents. Some who specialize in wind magic can also achieve brief periods of airtime. This cannot be used as the sole criterion for judgment!

“Your Majesty, I did indeed witness their battle. The woman did not participate in the fight; the entire battle took place between Edmund and Lanny Wells. Judging from their strength, they seemed to be evenly matched!”

The Pope nodded, his expression unchanged, but he didn't believe it.

Edmund has been famous for a long time, while Lenny Wells seems to have appeared out of nowhere. How could he possibly be on par with Edmund in terms of strength?

In his view, this was more like a grand show put on for Florian by the Andrew royal family.

So he was still hesitating whether to adopt the Holy Society's Trojan Horse Plan or Florian's Knights' Pathfinder Plan, since Howard of Naseolia had already taken action, and the situation was somewhat different from before!

Just then, a page suddenly stepped out from behind the curtain and said, "Your Majesty, Andrew has an urgent report!"

After a slight pause, the Pope said, "Read it!"

Since everyone is discussing Andrew's situation, let everyone hear it, so I don't have to repeat it myself!

"Three days ago, the Duke of Wells suddenly appeared outside Fromm and killed the Duke of France amidst a vast army, causing the Cyoria army to flee in disarray!"

Everyone: ... ...

"Your Majesty, I suggest we adopt the Holy Society's plan..."