With the slight movement of her ten fingers, bread and milk fell from the sky. People immediately lost their doubts and sincerely admired the new young mayor.
"This is magic, it's so amazing..."
"What if she is a witch?"
"With the royal family's endorsement, nothing will go wrong. As long as we can fill our stomachs, I don't care..."
Blackberry is still giving speeches, his words are sincere and full of flowery rhetoric. Born as a viscount, he has a high level of education and his speeches are well written. However, people only care about bread and milk. As long as he can paint a big picture, people will certainly be willing to follow him.
The Kennet family is just a name, but what does it matter? No one can trace his bloodline.
…
[Witch Era: 330 years]
【Blackberry Kennett was fourteen years old.】
[Blackberry often thinks of that angel.]
[The angel was gone for a long time this time, and Blackberry never got to see her. Maybe there were many things in heaven that held her back.]
【More cities fell into his hands. Anyone who underestimated his age paid a terrible price. The enemies never expected that their opponent would be a very young boy. He had wisdom and composure that were totally inconsistent with his age, like a general who had been on the battlefield for a long time.】
[However, as the territory expanded, BlackBerry felt the pressure. ]
[People's greed can never be satisfied. Even if they only have one piece of bread a day, it is difficult to satisfy them. They will doubt that their bread is missing a piece of lettuce or a small mouthful of salad dressing. And these missing foods may turn into brocade and be worn on the city lord. ]
[“Just because he was sitting upright on the chair, completely different from them. They would turn their gazes into thousands of knives, cutting and scrutinizing his every move.”]
[“No matter how much he pays or how much pressure he bears, people will always wonder whether the jewelry he wears on his head or neck comes from a piece of bread.”]
[The person sitting on the chair cannot turn back, he can only survive in his current state. If he is asked to return to the people, the people will no longer have room for him. If he is asked to ignore everything and live a life of luxury, it will go against his original intention from top to bottom. ]
【So, he held his head high and stood tall above the clouds. 】
“He couldn’t say anything.”
…
The magician came to this era again. Blackberry had grown taller. His eyes became more peaceful and deep, as dark as a pair of abysses that lead people to fall. The noble robes that were originally a bit too big now fit his body perfectly, and even the cane was quietly in his palm.
The magician asked him what problem he had. He pursed his lips, smiled and shook his head, saying, "No problem. Sorry to bother you. Angel."
The magician said: "If you have any problems, you can raise them and they can all be solved with magic. If you lack bread, you can create bread. If you lack a sword, you can create a sword. If you lack faith, you can build a new statue."
The young city lord smiled and said, "Nothing is missing. It must be difficult for you to live in heaven. It's not easy for you to come down to earth to see me. I should offer you a banquet."
The magician participated in the city lord's banquet, which was filled with delicious fish and meat.
At the banquet, a servant suddenly drew his sword and assassinated the city lord.
[Servant: ——You have betrayed your original intention! Damn Kenit! ]
The servant's swordsmanship was superb, and under normal circumstances, he might have succeeded in the assassination. Unfortunately, the Supreme Magician was beside him, and with a single spell, the servant was unable to move.
【City Lord: Why did you assassinate me? 】
[Servant: Your wanton taxation has destroyed my family! Your militaristic tactics have killed my friends! The promises you made when you were young are nothing but castles in the air! How many people have died for your territory, how many people can't eat the delicious food on the table, but you are living in luxury and flattering the Supreme Magician. You are clearly in collusion with each other and sucking the blood of the people! ]
BlackBerry was confused.
The purpose of levying heavy taxes is to build infrastructure so that people can drink clean water and no more corpses float in the sewers.
The purpose of militarism is to build a defense line to prevent the tragedy of knights massacring civilians and to prevent another Phocinus from having his family destroyed.
The promise made when I was young was to reassure the people, let the farmers farm with peace of mind, and ensure that everyone had bread to eat.
The purpose of offering delicious fish and meat is to make the diplomatic envoys give a satisfactory evaluation, recognize the city’s production level, and establish the friendship of the alliance as soon as possible.
He worked day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, absorbing knowledge and trying hard to learn how to govern the country, but he could not satisfy everyone.
The people didn't care about these things. They only saw that the city lord could enjoy the feasts and fish while they were starving. They only saw that the Supreme Magician could instantly create thousands of loaves of bread, but was only willing to give each of them one. Obviously, if they used more magic, they could get the second and third loaves of bread, right?
Blackberry realized that perhaps he was too close to the people, which made him lose his dignity as the city lord. He blindly satisfied their wishes, which made them greedy.
So BlackBerry began to take drastic measures.
…
[Witch Era 333 years]
[In January, BlackBerry Kennet is king. ]
【The angel is not by his side.】
…
The seventeen-year-old Majesty Kenit stood on the city wall, overlooking the already enormous city - no, it should be said, the country.
He has become king and has begun to guide the people so that they will not blindly follow the authority of the church.
He never forgot his original intention - to end the cruel rule of the church and put an end to witch hunting.
There are tens of thousands of people living on this land, including merchants, farmers, workers, artists, and nobles. In the past, he could listen to their cries and meet their differentiated needs. When people wanted bread, he gave them bread; when people wanted carriages, he built horse farms. But now, the land is so vast that he can no longer see clearly as he climbs higher and higher.
He no longer saw the kind old woman, the roadside children, the civilians carrying apples on their heads that he had met when he was twelve years old. These people lived by the winding rivers, and there were tens of thousands of similar rivers in the territory. How could he be aware of them again?
"Angel..." he whispered to himself.
There was no one around him anymore. His former companions and subordinates all disappeared because of his suspicion. He had adopted the thundering method for many years. He was used to solving problems with direct means, and his ability to intensify the black fog disease became his most advantageous weapon.
In this way, the country is stable.
No one would question him because of the feast of fish and meat. This is the dignity that the head of a country needs to maintain.
As the territory expanded steadily, Kenit suddenly felt lonely.
In his spare time, he began to learn various techniques, such as painting, sculpture and music, hoping to receive praise from the angel the next time he saw her.
He built a huge airship and wanted to take it to the sky to find the angel.
…
[Witch Era 334]
[Blackberry Kenite becomes an adult, and the airship is completed.]
[The angel still hasn’t come.]
…
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