For a moment, Earl Robert was greatly shocked.

But he is not an ordinary person after all.

He was a high-level warrior and a great lord with over a million subjects in a county, but his state of mental confusion lasted less than a minute.

He admitted that the young man Rosen was a man of extraordinary insight, but that did not mean he was omniscient and omnipotent.

Even God would not dare to easily draw conclusions about this grand narrative regarding the future direction of the world.

So, as soon as the count came to his senses, he immediately asked.

"What makes you say that?"

Rosen was naturally prepared.

"Based on two pieces of information!"

He held up two fingers and pressed one down first.

"First, the number of official mages in the alliance countries."

"From what I understand, among the three kingdoms, Aaron has the largest population, 3.3 million, followed by Kaa, 3 million, and Levender, about 2.8 million."

"Among the six duchies, Weilan has the smallest population, only 500,000, while the five duchies on the continent each have over 800,000."

What is the most convincing thing in the world? If the first is truth, the second must be detailed numbers.

So, when Rosen listed the facts with detailed data, Earl Robert subconsciously believed him.

"But what about that?"

Rosen pressed down a second finger.

"Second, the passing rate of formal mages."

"In Weilan's Dawn City, it's twenty to one."

"That is to say, out of twenty children learning magic, only one will eventually become a formal magician."

"Among the other nineteen, fifteen will give up the path of magic due to lack of talent, but the remaining four will not be able to graduate for a long time due to reasons such as family background, money, luck, etc."

"They became so-called 'informal mages', or 'white-headed apprentices', 'black mages', 'wandering mages', and so on."

"The rate in Dawn City is actually quite high. It's much lower in the twenty-five counties of Veran. Uncle, the pass rate in the Shire County should be 25 to 1, right?"

Count Robert knew this. He nodded thoughtfully, "It's about this number."

Rosen continued, "In Witt Continent, the pass rate is about the same as in Dawn City."

"Whether it's the Alliance or the Glorious Empire, the number is about the same."

"So, in the Kingdom of Kao, there are 3 million official mages, 12 million unofficial mages, and 45 million ordinary people with basic knowledge of magic, which accounts for one-third of the total population of the kingdom."

"Fifty years ago, this proportion was only one-tenth."

Having said that, Rosen sighed inwardly.

He personally went to the Witt Continent to investigate, and deeply felt the sharp contradictions within the countries on the continent, as well as the surging energy hidden behind the contradictions.

The torrent of changing times is about to erupt, the world is entering a period of chaos, and the fate of every mortal is plunged into an unknown chaos.

Rosen doesn't know where his future will go.

Recovering his slightly distracted thoughts, he stared at Earl Robert and continued the previous topic in a low voice.

"Uncle, this means that a brand new group has emerged in each country."

“This group has knowledge, power, and is so large in number, but it is far from having the status and wealth that matches its knowledge and power.”

"That's obviously very unreasonable, isn't it?"

Count Robert wanted to deny Rosen's statement, but he opened his mouth several times and no words came out.

Because he knew in his heart that this was indeed unreasonable.

As a lord, he is quite qualified.

He knew very well that mages did possess the wisdom and power to change the world. If the situation was really as Rosen said, then they would indeed be the source of turmoil in the world.

"Rosen, where did you get these numbers?"

The count had just been cheated once and was now very vigilant. He subconsciously thought that Rosen might also cheat him.

Even if not, some details are certainly exaggerated.

Rosen smiled, raised his hand and tapped the windowsill a few times. Immediately, two balls of light of different colors and sizes appeared on the windowsill.

"Uncle, look, there are big red balls and small blue balls here. There are quite a lot of them. At a glance, there should be thousands of them, right?"

"Um."

"Then we now have two ways to know its exact number."

"One way is to count them one by one, right?"

"That's right."

"Another way is to just scatter them randomly, mix them evenly, and then divide them into ten or twenty equal parts. Just count one part clearly, and then increase them tenfold, and that will roughly be the total number of large and small balls, right?"

"Well, it seems so."

The Count knew that this was a mathematical logic technique. He had learned it when he was young but hadn't used it for a long time. He vaguely felt that this was the reason.

Rosen said: "I estimated it this way. It is definitely not accurate, but it will not be so far off that it will affect the correctness of the conclusion."

Raising his hand and slapping out the ball of light on the windowsill, he continued, "Uncle, the facts actually reflect my point of view."

"Even though Aruwado is a master of magic, he had to give up his dignity and engage in such shameless activities as fraud. There must be countless low-level and mid-level magicians and wandering magicians who live a very difficult life."

"If you are an ignorant farmer, you will naturally endure it, but if you are a knowledgeable wizard, you will definitely find ways to improve your life."

"If normal means cannot improve things, then they will resort to cheating, robbery, and murder until a great wizard leader emerges and leads them to rebuild world order!"

Earl Robert felt his palms go cold and his legs go weak after hearing this, and he subconsciously used his hands to support himself on the desk to maintain his balance.

"Rosen, you are also a baron and a lord, what would you do?"

Rosen smiled: "Uncle, our Weilan is not too crowded yet, so don't worry about it for now."

"The ones who should be worried are the kings and dukes on the continent, because they are under the greatest pressure and will surely be the first to change."

"It's like a pot of boiling water. Bubbles always start to appear first where the fire is hottest."

'Oh~~~'

Earl Robert let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and felt much more relaxed.

"Well, this is really good news."

But Rosen immediately changed the subject.

“But the world is one, and the boiling will always spread throughout the whole cauldron, so we must also prepare early to calmly deal with the changes in the world.”

Count Robert nodded repeatedly: "You are right, so what do you think I should do now?"

At this time, he subconsciously regarded Rosen as his adviser.

Of course, the conclusion he came to was vague and inaccurate, which only made him feel a sense of crisis, but he didn't know how to solve it.

But Rosen explained the problem very thoroughly, which made him feel very convinced.

This was exactly the effect Rosen hoped to achieve, and he did intend to give the Earl some pointers to prevent him from being completely sidelined by the Mage Guild.

He said seriously: "Uncle, in the Shire County, out of every six accomplished mages, five are informal mages."

"If you can find a respectable way out for these five people, they will definitely respect you, support you, and even protect you."

Rosen had no fear that his advice would make Shire County a future competitor.

Because the count is destined to be a reformer, and in a great era, reformers cannot go far.

Of course the count didn't know this. He felt that Rosen was genuinely thinking about him and that the method he proposed was indeed a good cure.

It's just a bit difficult.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "This can be done, but it requires a lot of money, and I'm short of money right now."

Rosen was waiting for this.

He smiled and said, "Uncle, I have a business that is sure to make money. Would you like to hear about it?"

Upon hearing this, the Earl raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "I knew you were targeting me."

"Tell me about it."

Rosen became serious: "Uncle, this is the situation."

"One of the main reasons why my father was assassinated by the forest spirit this time was because a black iron mine was discovered deep in the forest."

"My father said in the letter that this black iron ore is directly distributed on the surface of the ground over an area of ​​more than one mile in radius. The iron content is also high. One ton of ore can produce a full 500 kilograms of iron."

The Earl's eyes lit up when he heard this: "The iron yield is 50%. The quality of this iron ore is quite good!"

Rosen nodded: "That's great, but there are two problems at the moment."

"First, the location is very vague. Because time was tight, my father was assassinated by the forest spirit before he could accurately map it, so we only know an approximate location."

"Second, the threat from forest elves. These forest elves hide in the mountains and forests and never fight you head-on. They are very difficult to deal with."

"With the strength of our White Sturgeon Island, we can only barely protect ourselves, and it is difficult to obtain this iron ore."

At this point, the Count understood: "So what do you mean now? You want me to send troops to help you eliminate the forest elves?"

Rosen nodded: "That's right."

The Earl also became serious: "Then how do we divide this iron ore?"

Seeing the fish starting to bite, Rosen immediately threw out more bait.

"If my uncle is willing to send a legion to help me secure my position as the Baron of the Island, I am willing to completely give up the mining rights of the iron ore."

"That is to say, this iron mine belongs entirely to you, uncle."

Count Robert's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Rosen, my dear nephew, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

He was a little worried that the black iron mine was fake news and that all his efforts would be in vain.

Rosen looked serious.

"Uncle, how dare I lie to you about such an important matter?"

"Of course, it would be too rash to send out a large army based on just one piece of information. After all, the source of my information is also very vague."

"My suggestion is that my uncle can send a small-scale advance investigation team and me back to the White Sturgeon Island to conduct an on-site investigation."

"Uncle can use the excuse of 'seizing' iron ore to circumvent the Duke's ban on supporting the White Pelican Island."

"And I also used the money I had to buy some supplies at the Shire County Market, and shipped them to the White Sturgeon Island in the name of 'military supplies' for the investigation team."

"Of course, I will write a letter of protest to the Duke later, but the Duke will definitely not help me. There are only 30,000 people on my island. Even if I really regret it in the future, I will not be able to take back the iron ore, so uncle, just focus on mining."

Earl Robert was very excited because this was a sure-win deal.

As for iron ore, a rich iron ore with a 50% iron yield can earn hundreds of thousands of Oggs a year, which is no problem at all.

Rosen's proposal is also very sound.

Sending a pioneer team to conduct an on-site investigation will not cost much money and will completely eliminate the possibility of being cheated.

However, he is really short of money now.

Sending an army over, even if it was just a survey team, would require a lot of military funds, and it would certainly not be easy for Rosen to pay for this amount of military funds, after all, he had already donated the iron ore.

And he also knew that Rosen had no money.

I was a little worried for a moment.

Rosen immediately handed over the pillow: "Uncle, the corresponding expenses can be borne by the Mage Guild."

"In this case, Master Nord had bad intentions, and the Mage Guild was incompetent. They both need to be severely punished, right?"

Count Robert understood immediately and slammed the table.

"That's right, severe punishment!"

Rosen knew that the matter of borrowing troops was almost done.

He added at the right moment: "Uncle, the islanders are tough, and there are forest elves and fishmen causing trouble. It would be better for this investigation team to have some combat effectiveness."

The Earl knew the situation on the White Sturgeon Island very well. He smiled and said, "If you can really help me get a large sum of money from the guild, I will send a Flame Regiment to help you."

Rosen was delighted, because the Flame Regiment was the most elite regiment in Shire County and the Earl's trump card.

Although a regiment has only a hundred people, it is enough to fight against an ordinary regular legion of a thousand people.

Having a Flame Regiment following him back to the island would be enough for him to gain a foothold on the White Sturgeon Island.

He immediately said: "Uncle, I will go and interrogate the liar of Kao and produce irrefutable evidence."

The Earl nodded repeatedly, but was a little worried: "The Mage Guild is the most cunning. Are you okay?"

He was worried that Rosen lacked experience and might mess things up.

In addition, out of his instinct as a lord, he did not completely trust Rosen, having just been deceived.

Rosen subconsciously wanted to say "Leave everything to me", but when the words came to his lips, they turned into...

"Uncle, I think I have some achievements in magic, but this is my first time to interrogate a prisoner. Otherwise, can you find me a reliable helper?"

The count was very satisfied with his attitude: "Then let Asan help you."

Two bloody holes were bitten out, it was level three exposure, and both protein and vaccine were given.

Beating egg whites hurts!

Fortunately, it was only my forearm and my muscles were not injured. It’s not a big problem and it doesn’t affect my typing.

(End of this chapter)