Realm of Power

"Sir, aren't you afraid that the assassin will go back and report to their leader?" Statunko watched the middle-aged man disappearing into the corridor with staggering footsteps. He couldn't help but ask the fat man cautiously. There was a hint of cunning in the corner of the fat man's mouth.

"No, the assassin just now is a typical speculator. He is the kind of little person who will never care too much if he has a chance to climb up. If he can receive a big order of 1 million gold coins from Samor, he will not do it because With a little bit of resentment and concealment, such a person can't achieve great things. As long as he is given a little sweetness and some hope, he will dare to jump off the cliff! In fact, it is not difficult to recognize such a person. There is always greed in their eyes. Light"

"Incisive, the Governor's analysis is so incisive!" There was a sound of clapping in the corridor. An old man in a gray coat clapped his hands and walked out from the other end of the corridor. He stared at the fat man and was filled with excitement. Looking up and down with appreciation and curiosity, he continued:

"Although Nick Safer has always pretended to be a knight of justice, his power-hungry eyes betrayed him. I originally suspected that he was the mastermind of these attacks, but I didn't expect that he was also an assassin. Thorn, I have to thank two adults for this."

"You are so polite!" Statunko looked at the old man in confusion, but the fat man next to him bowed respectfully to the old man. "Your Excellency must be the respected Dean Satinik. I am from Ziva. Dustan from Cheze, I came here specifically to pay a visit to you."

"Haha! I find that I appreciate you more and more." The old man withdrew his eyes and gave the fat man a few taps of his palms, taking it as a return gift to the fat man. The fat man didn't pay much attention to these false gifts and didn't pursue them too much. He just smiled. With

This made Sartinike's eyes brighten up as he had been observing the fat man. He took the lead up the stairs and said as he walked.

"Most of today's young people are very impetuous. With their prominent backgrounds, servants and luxurious life, the ascetic doctrines of the previous knights have long been in vain. They are arrogant but do nothing, even in the face of danger. I have seen too many nobles like this who are drunk and dreaming without any awakening." Sartinike sighed and shook his head. "There are fewer and fewer young people like you now!"

"Haha, the dean is so polite!" The fat man said with a smile on his face, "I came to the academy this time because I hope that the dean can pass on the knight's spirit of humility."

"Oh? Is the Governor also interested in knights?" Saturnik opened the door of his office and sat down on his chair with a playful smile on his lips. Everyone knew that Fatty Samour didn't like knights. Now But he came here specifically to talk to himself, the spiritual leader of the birthplace of the Southern Knights. Who knows what’s going on with this fat guy!

"The dean has misunderstood." The fat man smiled disapprovingly. "The purpose of asking to see the dean this time is to discuss the cooperation between Summer and the Knight Academy." The fat man paused for a moment, and then continued when he saw that Satinique did not show much disgust. "We, Samour, have never had any differences," he said. Everyone, whether a warrior or a knight, a civilian or a noble, is a valuable asset to the Kingdom of Vaegia. In our Samorian army, there are southern barbarians, mountain hunters, and knights from all over the country. They are collectively called Samor Soldiers"

"Oh, can the Governor allow knights to join the Samor army?" Sartinike looked surprised, and the fat man smiled and said, "Why not? We also need elite warriors. There are many knights in our Samor army, such as me. The leader of the Statuenko banner next to me is an orthodox knight."

The fat man pulled the lame Statunko over and waved it in front of Satynik like a display of goods. Statunko felt embarrassed and wanted to cry. Tears were streaming down his face, "If I had known that I would have come out with the fat guy, I would never have done it." It’s no good! I’m really embarrassed this time.”

"Okay, okay! I accept the sincerity of the Governor." Sartynik looked at poor Statunko, suspecting that if he didn't nod, the fat man might keep shaking. He waved his hand helplessly and removed it from his bookcase. He took out a scroll and spread it out in front of the two fat men. "This is the blueprint of the academy. Let's talk about something practical. I'm not as old-fashioned as others think. Just tell me how much money you can give!"

These words stunned Fatty Lei for a long time, didn't they? Could it be that the legendary Knight Templar Sartinique was a money man?

"Ahem!" Sartinique licked his old face, coughed a few times and looked at the fat man with green eyes. "Mr. Governor, this is nothing strange. Do you know how many mouths are waiting for food in the college?" ?

Sartinique seemed to have been stimulated by something, and said with a miserable look, "The Dardanelle family has not allocated funds to the knight school for half a year since they organized their army to prepare for war. Now our foreign debt is more than hundreds of thousands of gold coins. If it were not supplied nearby, The peasants are quite reasonable. If it weren't for our senior students working as mercenaries to make money, the Knight School would have closed down long ago!"

Satinike cried with tears and runny nose, completely unable to see the demeanor of the dean just now, "If it weren't for the fierce commotion outside these days, except for a few teachers in our school, we would only see one class at most. Students are great! "

"No way, it's so miserable!" The fat man wiped the sweat from his head. If he had known this earlier, he would have just used money to hit people. Why bother to go to such trouble?

"You don't believe me?" Satinik looked at the fat man's stunned expression, his eyes wide open, his hair and beard all standing up, like an angry lion, his voice increased by several decibels, and the fat man almost ran away, thinking that this old money-grubber was under too much pressure and was depressed.

Just as he was about to stand up, Satinik excitedly grabbed his hand and took off his gray coat.

"Damn! What is this!" The fat man took a breath of cold air, and saw that Tisanik was wearing a patched clothes under his gray coat, exuding a rotten smell. Who knows how long it has not been washed.

Satinik's desolate appearance reminded the fat man of the temporary teacher in the impoverished mountainous area before.

No wonder Satinik appeared in a coat. It turned out that he was so poor that it was horrible. He was almost at the same level as the poor peasants who shared the same pants outside.

"Okay, okay!" This time it was the fat man's turn to be unbearable. How did this suddenly become a grievance meeting? How did the Knight Academy become an impoverished mountainous area?

"What a crazy world!" The fat man sighed and shook his head.

"We in Samor can provide this amount!" The fat man raised two fingers and shook them in front of the hopeful Sartinik. "Since the dean is honest, I won't play tricks! If the dean agrees to cooperate with Samor to run a school, Samor can inject this amount of funds in the early stage."

"You mean... 200,000?" Sartinik asked cautiously, almost unable to believe his eyes. 200,000 is enough to pay off all the debts owed by the academy. Thinking that the long-standing reputation crisis of the Knight Academy can be turned into a safe place, the old Sartinik's heart can't help but pounding.

"Tsk!" The fat man on the opposite side rolled his eyes in disdain. "200,000 is also considered money? The dean underestimated Samor's sincerity! No matter how poor, education cannot be poor, no matter how hard, students cannot suffer!" The fat man shouted this slogan smoothly.

"How much is that..." Sartinik was completely stunned. Even the wealthy Dardanelles family might not be able to give 200,000 gold coins to the academy at once. Could it be that the Samorians are more generous than the Dardanelles?

"2 million! Samor's sincerity has always been real, and this is just Samor's initial investment!"

The fat man naturally read out a number that almost made Sartinik faint. The fat man took the pen from the table and drew a big circle on the map that Sartinik had just spread out in front of Sartinik, who was wide-eyed. He said with a proud face

"The new academy will be renamed Samor War Academy, and the area will be ten times larger than it is now. The students of the academy will no longer be divided into nobles and civilians. They will all be officers in the future Samor army. The school will not only teach various riding and martial arts, Learn more about the command and coordination of military soldiers!"

"You mean to build a comprehensive college like the Paraven College in Ruierdian!" Sartinik's eyes sparkled, and his old body stood straight. Creating a knight school that surpasses the Paraven College is the wish of all the presidents of the continent's knight colleges, and Sartinik is no exception.

"If I really have 2 million in funds, if I really have a student group supported by a stable army... "Sartinik swallowed hard, and a voice in his heart roared in Sartinik's ear, "Paravan College is nothing!"

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