Imperial Crown

When——

A burst of fire suddenly exploded, the scimitar in Eric's hand rose slightly, and the light wrapped around Goyle's half-sword collided and dispersed.

If it were any other first-level transcendent, he would definitely be shocked to the point where his hands would go numb and his mouth would burst open.

But as a user of earth fighting energy, Gore poured most of the force he endured onto the ground beneath his feet. Two floor tiles suddenly exploded behind him, and smoke billowed out!

At the same time, Link had already charged forward with a half-sword in his burning hand, and the blade was pointed directly at Eric's throat.

The latter took half a step back to avoid the edge of the sword. He took off the steel shield behind his back with his left hand and was about to throw it at Link's weapon, but Volaf saw the opportunity and stabbed the shield in the center.

Since it was not an enchanted weapon, although this blow was wrapped with fighting spirit, it could not leave a trace on the enchanted steel shield. However, the cold ice fighting spirit covered the surface of the shield with a layer of frost, causing Eric's movements to Being three points slower also allowed Link to retract his weapon.

Mosingan finally saw the opportunity and roared, holding the sword with both hands and slashed it down on the head. Eric also roared, and the scimitar in his hand was soaked with fighting spirit. The silver and blood complemented each other and brought out a burst of starlight.

Mosingan took three steps back and hit the wall, but Eric had no time to pursue him and dealt with Link's successive attacks.

The first confrontation, four against one, evenly matched!

"Okay, let's stop here." Raven clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "We will set off in ten days. Don't hurt yourselves. Next, continue to train and strengthen your skills. Fighting!"

Although there are still some unfinished ideas, everyone will not disobey Raven's order: "Yes, Lord Baron!"

What Raven wanted to know was their fighting ability, not that he really wanted them to decide the outcome or decide life and death.

From the encounter just now, Lei Wen could see that the four people cooperated well with each other, but they did not fully understand the characteristics of their respective fighting qi. Moreover, since the fighting qi seeds had just been condensed, the control and total amount of fighting qi were not as satisfactory as expected. .

Although they can fight Eric to a close fight at first, if they continue to fight, with Eric's stronger battery life, richer extraordinary combat experience, and stronger fighting spirit, these four people will definitely be defeated. .

Raven didn't want to dampen their morale before they even set off.

"You have all become extraordinary, I have to work harder!" Raven shook his shoulders and held the staff in his hand.

The god-given potion and iron core had been delivered and used successfully. Raven thought that nothing major would happen before setting off.

But the very next day, he encountered a small "surprise."

In the study room, looking at the documents compiled by Fiona in his hand, Raven was speechless. He looked at her and then at the documents, feeling quite uncomfortable for a moment.

The handwriting is indeed very graceful and clear, much better than his, but why is this plan so...

Damn it!

"Did you do this yourself?" Raven asked, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Fiona showed a hint of pride in her eyes, nodded, and glanced at Raven expectantly, as if she was waiting for praise.

But what greeted her was not a compliment, but a strange scolding: "I also said you were a talent? Talent, how dare you put this thing on my desk?"

"...!" Fiona's breathing stagnated and her eyes widened. She didn't know why she was being scolded.

"You don't know, right? Then I'll tell you where you're wrong." Raven sneered, picked up the document and read: "Look at what you wrote, 'Plan to purchase 50,000 kilograms of sawdust, which will be mixed with semolina at the raw material stage. By mixing, you can extend the storage time of couscous and save grain in large quantities '"

"Is this something a human can write? Huh? You hand it over to me and you expect me to praise you, right?"

Fiona's head hung lower, tears streaming down her eyes, and her breathing became irregular, causing her to choke.

"Cry, you really have the nerve to cry!" Raven looked at this look and became even more angry: "You are really reading so much that your brain is damaged. I am very busy now and have no time to teach you. I wrote this rubbish Take it back and think carefully about what the problem is!”

"When I come back from Bloody Heights, I hope to have an answer!"

With that said, the parchment document was thrown on Fiona's head with a bang, and the air flow with it blew up a piece of her hair.

Fiona shrank her neck, curled her lips, and tried not to cry. She lowered her head to pick up the parchment, and left Raven's study aggrievedly.

"Oh... you are just looking for trouble for me!" Raven sighed, lowered his head and continued to study Elvish.

On the other side, Fiona wiped away tears and returned to Old Gordon's office. When she came to her desk, she left the paperwork on the desk, then lay on it and cried.

Old Gordon was startled when he saw this: "Fiona, what's going on? Who bullied you?"

Fiona didn't respond.

Old Gordon no longer asked, but stood up and walked to her side, picked up the document, and read it carefully from beginning to end, with a smile on his old face that couldn't help but laugh:

"You just showed this to the Baron, so you were scolded, right?"

"Well..." Fiona's voice was muffled.

"You look like you still don't know why?" Old Gordon asked again.

"The Baron also asked me to think about it carefully." Fiona sat up and pulled her hair from her red face, her face full of dissatisfaction: "But there is nothing wrong with this document!"

"If you tell me, you brought it upon yourself. If you had shown me in advance, I would have scolded you even more harshly!" Old Gordon said.

"But why?" Fiona's voice was filled with confusion and grievance: "I proposed this plan the last time we met, and the Baron praised me for it. Why did he want to implement it when it came down to it? Scold me?"

"Eh...you, you have really used all your talents on numbers, and you know nothing about human relations." Old Gordon sighed: "Who do you think the Baron is? Those people in your stereotype have nothing but noble birth. A waste? Or a miser who doesn’t care how many people die as long as he can get some gold coins?”

"If that were the case, how could he keep you and give you a salary of five gold coins per year?"

Fiona's brows gradually relaxed, and she seemed to accept Old Gordon's explanation, but she had not yet completely let go of the matter.

Seeing this, Old Gordon continued to explain: "The last time the Baron praised you, it was because you showed the agility he wanted and dared to propose solutions to problems, rather than agreeing with the solution itself."

"Otherwise, with Lord Baron's intelligence, wouldn't he be able to think of the solution you thought of? It's just that he doesn't bother to do it!"

Fiona suddenly uttered two words: "Hypocrisy!"

"You kid, why can't you understand what people are saying?" Old Gordon's anger suddenly rose: "This is not hypocrisy, this is wisdom!"

"Furthermore, you can only say bad things about others, but you are not hypocritical yourself?"

"Me?" Fiona looked at Old Gordon: "Grandpa, how could I be hypocritical?"

"What did you tell Baron Raven that day?" Old Gordon's voice became more and more serious: "You said that the first thing to build Eagle Town is the school, which can provide a large number of outstanding talents."

"But can the proposal you planned make Eagle Town rich? A group of hungry serfs, do you expect them to go to school to study? Or do you expect them to build Eagle Town well?"

"This...I..." Fiona was stunned by the question, and her eyes began to turn red again.

"So the next time you plan, do it more than you think!" Seeing that she still couldn't figure out the key, Old Gordon said: "From today on, you don't need to help me handle the accounts. Your only task is Think about what mistakes you made and why you made them! Come back and help me when you figure it out!"

Hearing these words, Fiona suddenly panicked. She stood up and begged: "Grandpa, I..."

This time Old Gordon hardened his heart and said, "That's it."

Fiona lowered her head and whispered feebly: "I understand..."

In the next few days, a large number of war supplies were subcontracted and piled up in the courtyard of Eagle Fort, making everyone realize that a war was imminent.

The operations of Eagle Fort are becoming more and more militarized, and everyone is as busy as a gear on a war machine.

This also shrouded the entire Eagle Castle in a tense, orderly and depressing atmosphere.

At noon on the fourth day before departure, Raven had just finished a meditation and was about to ask Patty to bring lunch when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

He felt a little angry. Why was it in chaos before he even started?

After getting out of bed, Raven was going to see what was going on when Petty had already knocked on the door.

He opened the door and faced Petty. The latter was slightly surprised and quickly saluted: "Baron!"

"What happened?" Raven asked.

"...Simon is back, and some servants don't know him, so there's a little confusion." Petty explained: "But the problem has been solved!"

"Don't you know?" Raven was stunned for a moment: "After Simon left, we didn't seem to recruit new servants?"

"Forget it, don't care about this. Where is Simon, let him come over to see me!"

Patty hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Simon is inconvenient to move now..."

This sentence was vague, but Raven also understood the meaning behind it. After walking hundreds of kilometers for so long, he must have encountered a lot of trouble: "Then take me to see him!"

But when Raven saw Simon, he was still shocked by his miserable state.

Raven knew now why the servants had failed to recognize him, and even he could not connect the man to Simon at first sight.

At this time, Simon was lying on the bed in the medical room. He was originally a handsome young man, but now he was completely thin and out of shape.

His blond hair was dry and messy, mixed with dust. His originally fair face was dirty, with a few cracks from frostbite, like dry land. The flesh on his cheeks was so thin that it was sunken, and his exposed hands were full of bruises. Got frostbite.

The leather armor on his body was also in tatters, with no fewer than six or seven arrow holes and scratches, and blood stains almost soaked it through.

There is another scout lying on the bed next to him. His name is Barry, who was born in Goldshire.

"Where are the others?" Raven asked.

"...the only ones who came back are the two of them, Lord Baron." Petty said.

"Then, did they bring anything with them?"

"No……"

"...I know." Raven's eyes twitched and he ordered: "Find a few maids to come over and take care of them, and immediately ask Priest Lux to come over and help them diagnose and treat them."

"Flav! Call Eric and the others over immediately and tell them that Simon is back."

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