#128 - Section 128
The death of Earl Steel Fist at this time meant that Steel Fist Territory had lost its only Gold Knight, and Earl Steel Fist's eldest son, Viscount Frod, would inherit the title of Earl Steel Fist and become the new Earl.
This made Allen frown slightly.
He respected Earl Steel Fist, who had followed Grand Duke Ryan in numerous battles for decades and eventually suffered from various ailments.
A Gold Knight's body, nourished by battle qi, could live up to 150 years under normal circumstances.
But this Earl Steel Fist was only sixty years old.
Steel Fist Territory had lost its only Gold Knight, and Viscount Frod made Allen somewhat uncomfortable.
During the last beauty pageant, Allen could sense a faint hostility from him.
This new Earl Steel Fist might be a potential threat to him.
"Sir, I heard from Alman that recently, Viscount Frod seems to frequent a certain pleasure establishment, which is owned by Earl Gust of the royal capital, and Earl Gust seems to be very close to the Second Prince."
Sparrow said softly, "Miss Anna in the royal capital has sent news that the capital has begun mobilizing a large number of troops. I heard that the five marquises have been staying in the capital recently. I think something is about to happen."
Marco's expression changed slightly upon hearing this: "Sir, could it be that Grand Duke Ryan is preparing to go to war with Grand Duke Shack?"
Allen shook his head: "No, quite the opposite."
"Ignore the news from the north. From now on, Marco, you will lead the beastmen and warriors to keep a close watch on the northern and southern defense lines. Also, Nick and the others have prepared many types of potions. Equip the warriors with them. And Sparrow, distribute the magic scrolls you obtained from the Roland Merchant Guild."
Allen spoke quickly.
"Sir, is the war about to begin?"
A glint flashed in Marco's eyes. He was not afraid of war at all.
"No, it's just a precaution. It will be a while before the Duchy of Shack attacks us, but I now think that Steel Fist Territory in the north might launch a sneak attack on us."
Allen said calmly.
"What?! Steel Fist Territory has the idea of attacking us?! Damn it, those bastards! Is it because of Earl Steel Fist's death? That Frod!"
Marco's expression immediately turned ugly.
In his opinion, Frod's actions undoubtedly betrayed the Ryan Duchy and the principles of a knight! "Damn traitor!"
Sparrow frowned slightly: "Could it be related to the Second Prince and Earl Gust?"
Allen neither denied nor confirmed: "Regardless of whether there is a relationship, as long as they dare to attack us, then they are my enemies."
"As for enemies, Marco, you don't need to hold back."
Marco immediately grinned upon hearing this: "Sir, rest assured."
"Well, start preparing now."
Allen said to Sparrow and Marco, having called them here today to make them be more vigilant against Steel Fist Territory in the north.
"Yes, sir."
The two quickly retreated.
Allen opened the window. Large snowflakes were falling outside. The heavy snow had suddenly started falling last night and had not stopped until today.
A thick layer of snow had accumulated in Skywolf City, and the entire city was covered in a silver-white coat overnight.
"Eee ya!"
Several nature spirits flew excitedly in through the window.
These little guys were recently cultivated by Lucy and were full of curiosity about the world.
The birth of new nature spirits eased Allen's slightly tense heart.
"Allen!"
Lucy's voice came from below the castle.
This Saint Fairy girl had never seen snow either and was currently playing excitedly in the snow.
She looked up at Allen on the castle and waved at him.
"Lucy, your clothes are too thin!"
Allen took out a beautiful, thick cloak from the castle and walked out, putting it on Lucy.
"Allen, I'm not cold at all."
Lucy blinked her eyes and said.
"Wear it anyway."
Allen rubbed Lucy's little head: "Lucy, shall we build a snowman together?"
Allen suddenly said.
"Okay!"
Lucy looked delighted.
Allen immediately put the war behind him and built a snowman with Lucy in Skywolf Castle.
Three days later, Allen's mind was notified that the Northern Ranch had been completed.
The new task that was refreshed afterward made Allen raise his eyebrows slightly.
"Task: Marquis or Duke!"
"Marquis or Duke: Chaos has arrived. As a lord, you will hold the sharp blade in your hand and protect the safety of your territory in the chaos. This is a rare turmoil in a century. Kingdoms, duchies, and countries will no longer trust each other. As an earl, this is a crisis and an opportunity. Seize it, embrace it, and become a greater lord in war and chaos."
...... Ask for flowers.
"The system will automatically evaluate the host's task completion and calculate the reward after the war ends."
The new task in the system was very conspicuous.
Allen smiled slightly: "It seems that the reward for Duke is obviously more generous than that for Marquis."
The task content was obvious. This was a choice: to be content with being a marquis under someone else or to leap up and become a grand duke yourself?
With Allen's personality, when encountering this kind of task, he naturally wanted to complete the task perfectly and obtain the most generous reward.
In addition, as for Allen himself, he had long wanted to establish his own country.
Moreover, it was certain that the reward for becoming a duke would be incredibly generous!
Now that he thought about it, in the previous national war with the Blue Moon Duchy, Allen's greatest gain was actually his magical talent.
Without magical talent, he would not be a Saint-level Archmage now. Without being a Saint-level, how could he gain benefits in this war?
"I hope this time, I can get a surprise like last time."
Allen touched his nose. At the same time, he was also very much looking forward to it, because this time, perhaps his title should be changed from the invincible Lord of the Silver Wolf to the Sapphire Dragon Knight.
In the final period, besides studying magic, Allen spent his time leisurely in the castle.
After all, once the war and chaos arrived, Allen would no longer have time to enjoy this peaceful life.
"Sir! Sir!"
A week later, Boltzmann found Allen again.
"Boltzmann, how is it going? Have you made the hand grenades?" Allen asked with a slight smile to Boltzmann.
"Yes, my lord, but because I couldn't detonate them with mental power, I changed a batch of materials, and the power decreased a bit, but it's about the same as you said, and ordinary people can use it. I added iron shards and iron beads, and the lethality is not to be underestimated."
Boltzmann said with a smile on his face.
Allen smiled when he heard the words: "Very good, let's go, I'll go see your research results."
After speaking, Allen put down the teacup in his hand, asked the maids to prepare thick clothes for him, stepped out of the castle gate, and walked towards Boltzmann's fifth castle in the far distance. Several.
Chapter 197: Mass Production of Bombs, How to Obtain a Mind Dragon? (2 Seeking Subscription, Seeking Self-Subscription, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Allen held an iron lump in his hand. According to Boltzmann, he specially asked the blacksmith to make an iron shell.
This iron shell is very thin, filled with a low-profile version of alchemical bombs, with a pull ring on the outside. Once pulled, it can be thrown out to detonate.
Allen tried it, pulled the ring and threw it out of the castle. "Boom!"
Immediately, a burst of explosion sounded. Allen looked down from the window, and the snow had been blasted out a deep pit by the bomb, and even the soil under the snow had been blasted a deep pit.
There were traces of iron shards and iron beads splashing around within a radius of four to five meters, and the lethality was already quite considerable. "The power is not bad."
Being able to develop such a bomb in such a short period of time is already good. Allen was not stingy with his encouragement. "Very good, Boltzmann, your ability is stronger than I imagined," Allen said with a smile. "Seven Eight Three"
Boltzmann shook his head when he heard the words: "My lord, in fact, my own ability is not that strong, but I don't know why, after coming to Skywolf City to be loyal to you, my knowledge, technology, and even thinking ability are constantly strengthening."
"This feeling is very obvious, as if a god is watching me, and every experiment of mine can bring me great progress."
"It is this power that allows me to develop alchemical bombs so quickly." A trace of fanaticism and intoxication appeared in Boltzmann's eyes.
Obviously, what he said was the ability of Allen's professional bonus aura.
Like potion masters, alchemists who are loyal to Allen can also get aura bonuses and grow rapidly.
Under the aura, there is no bottleneck!
Allen smiled slightly: "No, Boltzmann, this is the power you deserve." Boltzmann was stunned when he heard this: "My lord, you..."
"Boltzmann, this is a gift from Skywolf Territory to you. Just as Skywolf Territory is called the Holy Land of Potion Masters, Skywolf City can also become the Holy Land of Alchemists." Allen patted Boltzmann on the shoulder meaningfully.
"Holy Land of Potion Masters... My lord, are you saying..."
The young alchemist's tone trembled slightly. He had of course heard that Skywolf City was known as the Holy Land of Potion Masters.
Moreover, after being loyal to Allen, he had also been in contact with those potion masters.
It is said that one of the elementary potion masters broke through to become an advanced potion master here!
It is said that it is because potion masters can obtain a mysterious power boost here.
At that time, Boltzmann didn't even think that the power he felt was the same power.
Doesn't this mean that he can be like those potion masters, always, always reaching the pinnacle of alchemists without bottlenecks?!
In an instant, Boltzmann's breathing became heavy.
This was simply an irresistible temptation for him.
"My lord, are you a god? What a great and incredible power!"
Boltzmann was stunned. If he hadn't maintained his sanity, he would have wanted to kneel in front of Allen and kiss Allen's instep at this moment.
"God? No, I'm just a lord." Allen smiled slightly: "Boltzmann, how many of these bombs can you make in a day?"
"With my current ability, as long as there are enough alchemical bombs, I can make more than a hundred of these hand grenades, provided there are enough iron shells."
Boltzmann said, pointing to a pile of iron shells in the corner of the room: "I only have more than twenty iron shells here."
"Iron shells are not a problem, I can let the blacksmith prepare enough for you. From now on, do your best to make this kind of bomb, as many as you can."
Allen said to Boltzmann.
"Yes, my lord, as you wish."
Boltzmann was not a fool either, and he could feel the changes in Skywolf City recently.
It seemed like something big was about to happen. By the way, when he traveled to the southern countries before, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, as if the old king of the Norton Kingdom was about to die, and a new king was about to be born.
Boltzmann thought, and his heart became slightly anxious. It seemed that something big was really going to happen recently, and he had to quickly manufacture hand grenades for his lord.
As soon as Allen left, Boltzmann began to work with all his strength.
"Now, there are only two weeks left until the war."
Allen didn't return to the castle. He went to the Sea Temple as usual. Recently, he has completely mastered the fighting style of the Saint Domain Archmage.
The reason why he still goes to the underwater temple every day is mainly because he is greedy for the top Saint Domain powerhouse inside.
Of course, he also really regarded that Ocean Singer, Saint Cecile Mina, as his friend, after all, the other party had taught him everything.
Although Allen's fighting spirit cultivation has not changed during this period, his combat power has increased sharply...
This is entirely due to Saint Cecile Mina.
Allen chatted with Saint Cecile Mina for a long time. In fact, he now comes here purely to chat.
By the way, tell Saint Cecile Mina about the things on his territory to relieve her boredom.
"That's great, I really want to eat the delicacies you mentioned..."
Saint Cecile Mina sighed, her tone full of longing.
Allen was slightly silent when he heard this. He felt some sympathy for Cecile Mina.
"Cecile Mina, are you really unwilling to accept my help?"
Allen had already said that he could help Saint Cecile Mina out of her predicament, and even find a way to suppress her pollution.
