As the sun sets, the sea is covered with a layer of bloody red. On the two-masted sailboat called Hope, Frederick has been looking at the Wind's Call that Xia Lan lent him since he set out.
He still hasn't figured out what Xia Lan was thinking when he asked him to lead a few people to capture an earldom. Although the earl was just a figurehead and his strength was not even comparable to that of the viscounts on the continent, he was not someone a bronze man like him could provoke.
This God-given sword has never killed anyone in Xia Lan's hands. It is only used for weeding, felling trees and mining. Instead of calling it the Call of the Wind, it would be better to call it the Sword of the Pioneer. What's the use of giving it to him?
"Report to the Marshal, we have left the dangerous Boravice waters and will probably reach White Wave Island tomorrow morning." Kanepali saluted and stepped forward to report in an orderly manner, as if he regarded Frederick as a real commander.
"Senior Tifeng, please stop joking. What exactly does His Majesty mean?" Frederick looked at the serious old man helplessly, wanting to know Xia Lan's true intention.
Although Kannepal and Arnold are both frivolous, they are still very reliable when something happens.
Kanepali felt a little bored when he saw Frederick like this. After all, this was the first expedition of the Kingdom of Faox. Although there were only more than a hundred people in this country and less than ten people going to the expedition, could you please be more serious? It's war time now.
"Didn't Xia Lan say anything to you before she left?" Kannipal took off the wine bag from his waist and was about to take a sip, but when he saw Frederick's cold eyes, he had to put it down again.
You just said that jokes are not allowed, but you let people drink. Although he is a strong golden warrior, he also knows that he must obey the orders of the commander during the war, even if the commander is weaker than him.
The identity of a commander is very important in the Central Courtyard Continent. A genius commander can even use a military formation to encircle an epic warrior and grind him to death in the formation. This also makes all countries attach great importance to military orders and discipline.
Because military orders were not implemented, the military formation could easily be found and broken through by extraordinary strongmen. Without strict military discipline, soldiers could easily be killed and collapsed in front of extraordinary strongmen like battlefield demons.
"Your Majesty said that Baron Code would have a way." Frederick remembered what Xia Lan had said before he left.
"Then go find him and ask me what I want." Kan Nepal's eyes stopped on the wine bag, wanting to satisfy his craving for wine.
"By the way, the Squib Mage beside Xia Lan seems to have sneaked on board as well. He has followed Xia Lan the longest, so maybe he knows something." After a final military salute, Kanepali returned to the helm.
Frederick glanced at Delane Orlan, who was standing on the deck, holding his staff in a daze, at a loss, and decided to talk to Wodek, who was tricked by him onto the ship.
When Delain learned that the Kingdom of Faox was about to launch its first military expedition, he resolutely and secretly boarded the ship.
He knew that in addition to relying on talent to resonate with the staff and awaken magic power, another way for a mage was to break through in desperate situations of life and death.
The last time he crossed the storm, he felt like he had made a breakthrough, but something was still missing. This time on the battlefield, he must become a true mage.
But he still didn't understand why there were only a few of them fighting for an earldom?
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In the camp surrounded by wooden walls, Arnold, who had been busy all day, finally found the tools for teaching: a few wooden boards and a charcoal pencil.
The open space in the center of the camp was brightly lit by torches. Many people saw Arnold supporting a wooden board on a wooden frame and wondered what he was going to do.
Xia Lan arrived early and sat in the first row to see how Arnold was doing his work. This made many people afraid to ask more questions and they sat obediently behind Xia Lan.
Gradually, everyone in the camp knew that the king had asked Arnold to run a night school, and they all came to watch out of curiosity. Even Arthurs flew to Xia Lan and stared at him with wide eyes.
Mai Dan pulled his brother Acheris to a good seat. Chekov stood up and looked around, but Goode held his head down. When the fishman Volor and Melvin arrived, the crowd automatically made way for them to sit behind Xia Lan...
The refugees from White Wave Island brought by Carmenla also arrived, but there was an obvious difference between them and the people who came on the Silver Deer. They lacked confidence and did not talk freely like the others. They looked timid.
Looking at the noisy crowd, Xia Lan was reminded of the scenes of movies being shown in rural areas when there was no television in her previous life.
Although Arnold's storytelling at night was popular in the past, it was never as lively as today. Everyone in the camp was busy practicing breathing techniques to improve their strength. Except for listening to it to relax during breaks from work, most of the time they were busy with the story.
After knocking on the wooden board, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Seeing this, Arnold nodded with satisfaction and wrote on the wooden board with charcoal in the common language of the continent: Father.
"Everyone, this is how my father wrote it. Please write it on the ground. I will test you later."
After saying that, the old man asked Arsen to pour him a glass of wine and started to taste it. He felt that this word was already very difficult for the 98% of people who were illiterate.
Xia Lan stood up in the crowd, suppressing his anger. This old man really gave him trouble. He shouldn't have had too much hope.
Xia Lan really misunderstood Arnold. What does he know about education? The more he teaches his apprentices, the dumber and more reckless they become. He only thinks that education is about teaching people to read and write. He doesn't understand that education can not only impart knowledge, but also spread ideas.
“Ahem…”
Xia Lan coughed twice, walked up to the podium regardless of the stunned crowd below, and snatched the charcoal from Arnold.
"Arnold said that father is not only the family that raised you, but also has another meaning, and that is this country."
Xia Lan wrote another word on the board, "Everyone, this is the name of the country we established, Faox.
Poverty, backwardness, only a few wooden houses, but no oppression, no exploitation...
Under the Ink Sea Dragon Banner, we forge ahead, blazing a trail through the mountains and forests, braving the wind and rain, forging ahead, just to find a place to stay in this cruel world...
Since we set foot in Boravice, we've been mining, building roads, clearing wasteland, and cultivating crops. Why has no one ever complained about the hard work? Because there's this word...
Faox!"
Then Xia Lan wrote the country, Bolavis, the blue dragon, the Lord of Truth, and the silver deer under Faox...
Arnold's teaching method, which was completely different from the one he used at the beginning, quickly made everyone immersed in it. Even Arthurs was wagging his tail and listening with great interest.
When they were teaching history in this class, they didn't have any history, so Xia Lan had to talk about her experiences since the Silver Deer...
When discussing cultivation, Good and others took turns to share their own experiences in practicing breathing techniques...
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