I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"He is indeed very good at fighting, but for this position, just being good at fighting is not enough..." Hussein could only explain: "The marshal actually pays more attention to political skills."

Messiah: "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——"

While the cooking queen was cooking, she gestured to her husband with her eyes, and left things like explanations to him.

Just leave the cleaning leftovers to yourself.

"Let's put it bluntly, even if Master Wendi is allowed to sit on the position of marshal now, he will be forcibly pulled down by the ministers and lords before long."

Hussein simply allocated all the rice in his bowl to the queen, put down the knife and fork, folded his hands together, and explained the reason for Ada:

"For a country, military power is the most important thing. The main job of the marshal is to collect the military power from the various lords to the royal family, and at the same time take care of all parties so that they will not be dissatisfied with the supply of troops. Just like the war with the Griffin Dominion this time, the royal family was able to mobilize such a large army immediately, and at the same time have complete logistics, supplies, military industry, blacksmiths, and tens of thousands of civilians, all thanks to Marshal Sunburn. "

The countries in this world are basically aristocratic enfeoffment systems. Although the ruler's military strength is the strongest, the rights in the hands of all other feudal landlords will not be weak.

Therefore, if you want to keep the country for a long time, you must gather part of the war potential of the courtiers into the hands of the royal family.

And in the middle, it will naturally involve an extremely complicated exchange of interests-after all, although it is an obligation as a vassal, who would want to hand over military power?

You know, let alone qualified fighters, even if you can master a few more blacksmiths, you can get thousands of extra arrows every year.

A rookie without political skills cannot do these things.

The consideration of the royal couple for the next marshal naturally depends on how many supporters each of these candidates will receive.

Those with a high approval rate can be good at singing and dancing in diplomacy, and can coordinate other vassals better.

Seeing that the girl understood his explanation, Hussein nodded and commented on Lord Wendi: "If I were Wendi, I should have sent my cronies into the city secretly by now, contacting the powerful one by one, looking for allies. It's a pity he I only recruited you as a lobbyist, but didn't know how to win over those who are truly meaningful, which shows that politics is too short-sighted."

That's why he refused in the first place.

"Ton ton ton ton ton ton—" Messiah drank a glass of water in one go, sighed comfortably, and patted her husband on the back: "That's right!"

Then he picked up another dish, raised his neck and continued to work.

Ada found a blind spot from the explanation just now, and quickly raised her hand: "Wait! Wendi has already sent someone over, and he contacted the entire civil servant group of Earl Longli yesterday, and it seems that a preliminary covenant has been reached, but ..."

"It's just that you disturbed me, no wonder!"

Hussein suddenly realized: "Because you had a relationship with Wendi once, and you feel sorry, so you volunteered to recommend him? But this is not justified..."

According to his understanding of this girl, this reason alone cannot make her have such motivation at all.

"Did Lord Wendi give you a lot of gifts?" He made a new guess.

"Am I the kind of person who wants money? Don't worry about it! Anyway, isn't there hope?" Ada waved her hands indiscriminately to deny the prince's guess.

No matter how Hussein guessed, he would never guess that this matter had nothing to do with Wendi at all, it was simply because the messenger he sent had a good relationship with Ada.

Messiah stopped the process of cooking, and within her vision, except for the small plate that Triss and the little wicker sisters were guarding, there seemed to be nothing that could be stuffed into her mouth.

At this time, the two sisters were being stared at by a green stare like a hungry wolf, making their hearts tremble.

The Queen of Cooking Rice still didn't realize it, she licked her lips and said casually: "There is hope, but there is hope, but you have to show your political strength! By the way, you two are full, can you have leftovers..."

Little Liu Tiao was about to faint: His Majesty wanted to eat his leftovers, but he obviously only ate two mouthfuls, he was so hungry...

Triss is a man of action, and immediately ran to the door of the room and said to the chief guard: "Uncle, my mother is so good at eating, can I have another table?"

The chief guard glanced at Ada's flat stomach without showing any signs of expression, snorted coldly, turned his head and walked towards the kitchen.

"???? I don't, I'm not!" Ada's explanation was useless. Seeing the back of the head of the guard gradually going away, she simply slapped the table and shouted: "Remember not to use radishes and green peppers, but to bring more meat!"

Chapter 368. Extra visitors

Ada stood in front of a not-so-big manor.

But standing at the gate of this manor are a few real soldiers wearing chain armor and holding hooks and sickles.

The outer wall of the manor is not high, the wall skin is almost peeling off, and the creepers with fallen leaves are hanging all over the outer wall despite the severe cold. Everything silently tells the long history of this family.

On both sides of the gate, a bright silver flower is painted on each side.

Honeysuckle family.

According to legend, the ancestors of mithral flowers hoped that their descendants, no matter what kind of situation they encountered, would bloom forever and survive like the flowers made of mithral with strong toughness.

This is one of the oldest surviving families in the four provinces of Jianjue. Because they are not good at politics, no one in this generation is a high-ranking official.

However, the background of the family's operations from generation to generation has given them the right to speak for countless middle and low-level military officers.

The rebellion of the White Harbor garrison a while ago was caused by the joint efforts of half of the Miyinhua tribe and the Fila family, which also shows their control over the army.

Beside Ada, stood a thin and tall man, Lord Wendi.

After learning that Ada was going to introduce him to the Miyinhua family, he hurriedly put aside his front-line affairs and arrived at White Harbor via a long-distance teleportation array.

He combed his hair back neatly and tied it into a simple braid at the back of his head, making him look extremely capable.

Wearing a well-pressed military uniform and high leather boots, I don't know if he intends to resonate with the Miyinhua family, which is a military family.

It's just that behind the well-dressed appearance is the uncontrollable fatigue in his expression.

If you look closely, you will also find that there is a small smear of mud on the upper of his shoes that has not been wiped clean, and a thread is exposed somewhere in his belt.

I don't know if this is intentional or if the frontline affairs are really busy.

"Okay, let's go, I have already greeted you in advance." Ada pointed inward.

After she visited the Messiah couple yesterday, she came here to deliver the news.

Earl Miyinhua had obtained first-hand information from the old man Yuluo, the swordsman at home, and knew that this newly promoted female swordsman, who looked like a misnomer to outsiders, was actually far stronger than the old man.

Think about the decisive battle on the top of Stoneclaw Mountain, and then look at this girl's strength that does not match her age and that white hair...

Hehe, who would have guessed that the famous and legendary White Lightning would be a woman?

Of course, the Miyinhua family, who did not hesitate to self-destruct and draw a line with the rebels, will stand firmly with the royal family as always, and will completely rot this secret in their stomachs.

However, they didn't seem to take the legendary swordsman's visit to heart the next day.

No one went out to greet them, and there was no big banquet. Even the old servant who was sweeping snow in the yard lowered his eyelids and turned a blind eye to the two distinguished guests.

This is exactly the arrangement of Miyinhua's current owner.

Currently, the only ones who know Ada's identity are him and Mr. Yuluo. Others still regard her as a talented female sword master who is still growing up. If a welcome ceremony far exceeds the standard, what will others think?

This arrangement is very much in line with Ada's wishes.

She hated red tape the most.

The two walked into the hall without anyone leading the way, where the contemporary Miyinhua Patriarch, Earl Miyinhua, was waiting there with his hands folded.

Seeing the two of them coming in, they hurriedly greeted them with a smile: "Miss Ada, Lord Wendi."

Wendi was flattered by this approachable appearance.

"Miss Ada has explained clearly to me why you are here, and I am also very interested in it personally," the earl calmly said to Wendy, speaking to Wendi in a script that he had already thought about, and went directly to the topic with a soldier's straightforward style: "So let's go straight to the topic." Have a good private discussion, let me see how you impress me, my lord."

It is extremely clever to attribute the credit to Ada for the words without saying the words completely.

Ada thinks, isn't this very eloquent? Why do the outside world say that they are not good at politics?

Then he turned his head and looked at him seriously: "Miss Ada, we are going to discuss some serious business, please go about your business, Rockefeller is taking a swordsmanship class in the back yard, you can give him some advice when you have time."

Ada rubbed her nose.

Tsk, I always feel that I am so redundant... I have the illusion of a tutor...

Earl Miyinhua's expression is too straightforward, he can use some repairing words to say it tactfully, such as "the hospitality is not good, please visit at will", "Rockefer is looking forward to asking you about swordsmanship", etc. Well……

The girl suddenly understood why this family could not climb to a high position.

This straightforward way of speaking is indeed not suitable for politics.

Ada rubbed her nose and walked slowly towards the backyard.

In this big family, she only knew Rockefeller, so where else could she go if she didn't look for him?

It happened to be able to see how his swordsmanship practiced.

As for Lord Wendi?let him go.

The way Messiah and Hussein choose the marshal is to let people win and compete for political resources, and finally decide on the candidate based on the results.

A high score naturally proves that one has a good wrist and can handle both sides of the forces, and can better fulfill the duties of a marshal.

In this way, she can't support Wendi without thinking.

If because of his own support, Wendi was finally elected, and if his political skills were not superb, wouldn't he have slapped himself in the face and cheated the little Queen Messiah?

Therefore, Ada decided to introduce Wendi to the Miyinhua family as compensation for offending the Longli Group, and he had to rely on himself for the rest.

Moreover, as the backbone of the military, the Miyinhua family would definitely be much more useful than a mere Takashi once they got their support, and they could even announce in advance that they would lock in the position of marshal.

Because the other candidates are all civil servants without exception.

But all of this needs to be fought for by Wendi himself.

Chapter 369. Merle's new swordsmanship system

Rockefeller practices footwork in the courtyard.

His left leg was arched, his body leaned back slightly, the long sword used for training protected the door, he suddenly thrust forward, and then his right leg reciprocated.

Then point the sword forward, and step back alternately with both legs.

This is a basic action.

The ground has been worn out by him with obvious marks, it can be seen that he has practiced here for a long time.

"No, no, no!" A swordsman next to him with a long sword on his back drank and shook his head, hitting Rockfey's trousers hard with a dead branch in his hand.

However, this kind of force, facing the boy who was already wearing a padded jacket, was actually more of a warning and a reminder than a punishment.

After the fight, he used the branch as a sword, repeated Rockefeller's action in slow motion, and then explained: "Why do your feet protrude so far? Are you afraid that your opponent will cut off your feet? You know, a sword can't protect a place that far away."

Then he made the correct movement: "See, keep your feet inside the line of your knees, don't step out!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir." Rockefeller curled his lips in disdain, but still apologized politely, and pointed behind the man: "I just saw the teacher coming, and I was a little distracted for a while."

The man turned his head and saw the heroic white-haired girl, he was in a daze for a while.

Isn't this... the mother of the student in the slum area? Why did she come here?

To be honest, most of his students are noble children. In his 20 years of teaching career, whether they are students, maids or parents of relatives, he has seen too many beauties of all kinds. Can't get in.

But one thing he was impressed with Ada was, how could someone who opened a broken tavern afford to teach her children?

Even if she has a relative who is the head of the royal palace guard to persuade her to put down her body and teach, but the money... must be paid by herself, right?

What did Rockefeller call her just now... Teacher?

"What do you teach? Vocal music? Art? Wine tasting? Heraldry?" The man continued to make several guesses.

These days, intellectuals can always get a good income, plus the income from the tavern, maybe they can afford to hire themselves, right?

"I'm responsible for teaching him the philosophy of life." Ada chuckled, although besides teaching Rockefeller to pretend to be sick, skip class and lie, he didn't teach other useful things.

The girl recognized the man long ago.

It seems to be called Merle, right?It is responsible for instructing the little wicker swordsmanship.

According to the old prostitute, it seems that he is still very famous.

It's a pity that I didn't see how powerful he is. In terms of strength alone, I'm afraid he can't even reach the middle level.

Rockefeller immediately exposed Ada's disguise: "Ms. Ada is the swordsmanship professor of our academy, so amazing!"

He puffed out his chest and was proud of having such an icon.

Also looking forward to seeing Mr. Merle's shocked expression.

Unfortunately, he did not get his wish.

As a well-known tutor, Merle's daily life is not only going to class and sleeping, but also running around on the road of various students. Where does he have time to participate in any politics? For a female swordsman whose reputation has just begun to spread like Ada, it is even a little bit more difficult. No understanding.

At this time, he acted more like the joy of an assistant: "Professor of swordsmanship? That's great, you must be very good, right? Please cooperate, I want to show Rockefeller the performance of this set of swordsmanship."

"Me, cooperate with you?" Ada pointed to her nose, thinking it was absurd.

Is it putting the cart before the horse for a legendary sword master to help you with a little tutor who is less than mid-level?

And she felt that the footwork that Merle taught Rockefeller just now, moving back and forth like a crab in a half squat state, although novel, was not too difficult.