A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
"It would have been better if we had left the capital a little later this time, don't you think, Jaelan, haha."
Elon rode a tall horse with black mane and turned his head to look at the blond man beside him. This man was the eldest son of the Griffin family. He had just been engaged to Miss Faxiner of the Treyi family in the imperial capital.
"It's my mission." Jelann rode his horse slowly to a stop on the hill, overlooking the vast and rich world in the distance.
"Yes, it's my mission."
Elon seemed to sigh. Although he was the envied heir of the Trey family, he was probably the only one who knew the immense pressure he had endured over the years.
For the sake of his family's interests, he, who is not good at speaking, has to come to the imperial capital to deal with the nobles. He also has to worry about purchasing and collecting food from all over to supply the northern territories affected by the cold disaster.
If students who used to study with Elon at Emenas saw his current appearance, they would probably be surprised.
The Duke's son, who used to be devoted to cultivation and taciturn, has now become flexible and adept at interacting and negotiating with representatives from all parties.
Compared to General Bazel, who only had one Sequence 7 warrior and only one holy relic, the coalition now had eight Sequence 7 masters, three holy relics, and several elite knight orders with all Sequence 4 members. Their strength had not only increased several times, but was far superior to and even crushed the previous rebellion suppression army.
Moreover, this was also the result of the various major families not trusting the royal family and only contributing a small portion of their strength. The empire's nearly thousand years of heritage and accumulated strength were far from being exhausted by one or two battles.
After gradually gathering, these armies with colorful flags finally broke camp and marched towards the south step by step.
Under the desolate and distant sky, the poets accompanying the army played folk tunes and told the touching stories and poignant legends from the ancient poetry collections.