When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Imperial Calendar, September 13, 1444.

Signed the 'Gulag Treaty' with Townley and others in the Stag Room. It's utterly ridiculous; such a tiny place, do they really think they've established a country?

Perhaps they were intimidated by Jeanne's immense power, which is why they demanded I sign this agreement, afraid I'd go back on my word.

They probably haven't heard the saying, 'If you want something, just take it; you can always find a lawyer to defend you.'

Does he think I don't know his intentions?

Pushing me out as a scapegoat? He's courting death!

Does he think I'll be soft-hearted? No, I won't!

I'm not who I used to be. In this life, I'll be a villain, a bad guy. I'll be the one bullying others, not the other way around.

I refuse to relive those past lives of being bullied, scorned, and living a miserable, bleak existence.

Made a bamboo dragonfly for Carrie tonight. She had a lot of fun with it and stopped bothering me for stories. Finally, I have time to work on my own things. I still need to draw up the plans for the electric arc furnace.

Imperial Calendar, September 14, 1444.

Went to the library. The scrolls and books on the shelves were all covered in dust; it's been a while since anyone touched them.

According to what's written in these books, I'm currently on a continent surrounded by the sea on three sides, similar to India in my previous life.

To the south is the Frozen Sea, to the north are highlands and grasslands, to the east are the Beastman Islands, and to the west is the birthplace of the Empire.

It's said to have a mild climate and fertile land, with vast plains suitable for cultivation.

Unfortunately, after the Great Plague, most of it turned into barren wasteland, occupied by the Flesh Court, composed of vampire nobles and ogre warlords.

According to Armand, there was supposed to be a beginner's book for young monks called 'The Legend of Messala,' but it was also written in Elvish.

Damn the Church, I curse your ancestors!

Looks like I need to learn Elvish. So, it's just memorizing vocabulary? I'll show you the cramming power of a small-town test-taker.

I also found Carrie's file in the library. According to the descriptions of the investigators and informants in the file, Carrie should only be about 1.5 meters tall. What's with this nearly 1.9-meter giant?

Is it Carrie's supernatural ability? Come to think of it, she hasn't shown her supernatural abilities even once.

Imperial Calendar, September 15, 1444.

Unbelievable, this world is truly unbelievable.

Not only is there no coal, so I can't play with boiling-water technology, but even gunpowder won't ignite!

In this world, sulfur is an extremely precious material, only produced in the Dragonpeak Mountains.

Same appearance, same smell, similar properties, but it just won't ignite. The black powder route is a dead end.

I was thinking that if gunpowder was a dead end, but glass had been invented, I'd see if soap would work, but the soap I made according to the recipes in my memory novels is just garbage.

Holding it in my hand is like holding a turd, a runny turd, and the smell... even dogs would cover their noses and walk away.

Those novel authors are all liars, liars!

The herbalist monk told me that there's a herb called soapberry that has the same effect as the soap I described.

How did this world put all its tech points into biology? Are there no restrictions on your plant hybridization?

Mendel, aren't you going to do something about this?

Carrie climbed into my bed again last night with her pillow. She said she was afraid of the dark. When she hugs me, I'm like a teddy bear.

So fragrant.

Imperial Calendar, September 16, 1444.

A stroke of good luck in the misfortune, the electric arc furnace was a success. When the electric current passed through the iron ore, red-hot molten iron flowed out of the tap hole like a waterfall.

Jeanne can smelt iron for about 15 minutes at a time. Based on the iron output rate and the size of the furnace, I estimate it can produce about 200 kilograms of pig iron ingots.

As for making steel, it's even simpler. Melt the pig iron ingots with lightning, increase the voltage, and stir continuously, and steel can be produced quickly.

When Rector left, he fell five times on the flat ground.

Went to the library to read. I now know that there are kingdoms within the Empire. It feels a bit like the Holy Roman Empire.

However, the Holy Roman Empire had seven electors, while the Holy Elven Empire only has three electors: the King of Fran, the King of Leia, and the King of Norn.

In the noble elections of the Elven Noble Council, the Church, and representatives of the free cities, one of the three kings will be elected as the Imperial Emperor.

Thousand River Valley is just one of the six territories of the Kingdom of Leia, and Hedge Township, where I am, is just one of the three townships in Upper River County. Thousand River Valley has nine counties like Upper River.

I asked Jeanne what Carrie's fragrance was, and she told me it was forget-me-nots.

She and that Dangi have been getting along very badly lately; she doesn't have a good look on her face every day.

Speaking of which, isn't Carrie a little too clingy?

In the evening, Carrie came again and pestered me to tell her fairy tales. Halfway through, she suddenly pulled my face and said she wanted to see how many faces I had, acting all crazy.

Imperial Calendar, September 17, 1444.

Townley told me that the water has receded quite a bit. That's great; now I can take action.

If I didn't need his channels to contact the Secret Society, I wouldn't have put up with it until now.

I have Jeanne in my hands. Jeanne is a witch with amazing combat power. How can they resist?

Townley has the support of nearly a hundred armed farmers. So what? I have legitimacy, as well as material and military backing. Taking him down will be easy.

I've been holding back for so long. That Townley thought well, pushing that clown out as a shield, thinking I'm blind.

If he can let his own people, that clown named Grampwen, be a shield today, he can sell me out to be a shield when the Church's army arrives tomorrow.

Does he think I can't see that?

But why hasn't Madland contacted Jeschka and the others? Logically speaking, they should have contacted me yesterday or the day before. It shouldn't be like this.

Imperial Calendar, September 18, 1444.

This Elvish is too complicated; each letter has a dozen twists and turns. Is that really necessary?

Hundreds of letters, it's going to be the death of me. Memorizing them by rote isn't the way to go. I need to think of a way to simplify them, at least to make a letter that can be written in two strokes; that would be the best.

I searched the library for information about the Secret Society. I need to think about which Secret Society to join in the future.

I just learned that in the history of the Church, a witch actually became Pope, namely Pope Joan.

It's said that her supernatural ability was mind control. Twelve of the fifteen cardinals had affairs with her, and even the winged angels of the Church were charmed by her.

What a succubus...

The Joanites are the remnants of Pope Joan's followers, but compared to other Secret Society cults, the Joanites often use the name of Joan III and are relatively relaxed and normal.

The rest of the Secret Societies are really too anthropomorphic.

I contacted the Pontifical Guard outside the courtyard wall this afternoon. The expansion of the reserve guard is going surprisingly smoothly.

In just five days, there are already ten squads of ten and one squad of a hundred.

Roughly estimating, there are now around a thousand people around the Gulag Monastery. I control over five hundred, Madland controls over two hundred, and Townley controls over two hundred.

The situation is set. As soon as the messenger from the Secret Society returns, I'll take down Townley immediately.

Madland is no longer important. The originally key pawn has now become a spare piece.

Given the discord and relationship between him and Townley, even if he doesn't have the guts to take action, he won't let Townley know.

Jeanne slept in Carrie's room today, not letting her come over. Without this little one hugging me, I'm actually a little unaccustomed.

P.S. There will be another chapter later. I've run out of drafts and don't have time to write at work.