Chapter 695: 694. The Richest
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Chapter 695 694. The Richest
Sylvester finished his short visit to the new City of Maximilia and decided to head back to the Holy Land the very next day. Thoroughly impressed by the results of all the advancements he had designed for the city, he now wished to implement it around the entire continent of Sol. However, it was no easy feat. Implementing everything in new cities was easier than those old ones with their broken down infrastructures and narrow streets. But magic was a thing, and he was going to use it to the fullest. "Your Holiness, this is the most recent report on Leyon the Conqueror." Gabriel came running as soon as he smelled Sylvester entering the Pope's Palace. It was expected by Sylvester at that point. "Did you place some spying instrument in my office or what? How do you always know when I'm back?" Sylvester asked him while taking the file from him. Gabriel shrugged proudly, "I ordered the guards to inform me as soon as you appear." "Tsk... You're making me work like a slave," Sylvester joked and looked down at the report with no amusement or shock. "Ah, so he's already taken over West Sol. I'm not much surprised. They weren't very strong after what I did to the Empire. But I am indeed amused by the fall of Warsong." "That's it?! Your Holiness, he's an enemy of the entire Sol. He's a menace to all the kingdoms," Gabriel argued and pointed his finger at the paper. "Look at the soldiers in his army. It's exceeded ten million already. Every kingdom he absorbed, he somehow made the soldiers join his side as well." "A good speaker, then." Sylvester suddenly remembered a certain man with a tiny square mustache, but Leyon wasn't evil like that one. "From what I can see in this report, we have no grounds to meddle in this situation. Leyon hasn't even killed ten thousand soldiers yet, nor civilians or Clergymen. Most of the Kingdoms surrendered to him." "But now he stands at the border of Gracia, near Sandwall County's Miraj City."
"And we'll wait for him to move before taking any action. Let's not forget that Miraj City is designated as the second Holy Land. It may be Sandwall County's capital, but it's also the Pope's second residence. Leyon is smart, and he knows he can't offend me. Now, I'm just curious about how he is going to pass this hurdle."
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"Rivers." Leyon the Conqueror stood in his military camp's main tent and strategized with the Generals he had chosen to work for him.
Men who weren't personally that powerful but had enough mental fortitude and wit to manage and command armies. On top of that, his movement had gained many talents who came to serve him. Of course, some came with the intention of killing him and replacing him—death is mercy, was a famous quote in the camp.
"Then train them."
"We don't have enough schools and funds. And to train healers, it takes years." Hendrix said.
"I will fund it," Sylvester instantly replied. Gabriel and Saint Keymaster's eyes sparkled at the idea as they stared at him. They were always worried about funds, even though the treasury was constantly filling.
"How rich are you, Your Holiness?" Gabriel asked. Sylvester folded his arms. "The richest."
"Of course, you're the richest in Sol." Gabriel self-depreciatingly laughed. "In the world." "..."
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Chapter 695 694. The Richest
Sylvester finished his short visit to the new City of Maximilia and decided to head back to the Holy Land the very next day. Thoroughly impressed by the results of all the advancements he had designed for the city, he now wished to implement it around the entire continent of Sol. However, it was no easy feat. Implementing everything in new cities was easier than those old ones with their broken down infrastructures and narrow streets. But magic was a thing, and he was going to use it to the fullest. "Your Holiness, this is the most recent report on Leyon the Conqueror." Gabriel came running as soon as he smelled Sylvester entering the Pope's Palace. It was expected by Sylvester at that point. "Did you place some spying instrument in my office or what? How do you always know when I'm back?" Sylvester asked him while taking the file from him. Gabriel shrugged proudly, "I ordered the guards to inform me as soon as you appear." "Tsk... You're making me work like a slave," Sylvester joked and looked down at the report with no amusement or shock. "Ah, so he's already taken over West Sol. I'm not much surprised. They weren't very strong after what I did to the Empire. But I am indeed amused by the fall of Warsong." "That's it?! Your Holiness, he's an enemy of the entire Sol. He's a menace to all the kingdoms," Gabriel argued and pointed his finger at the paper. "Look at the soldiers in his army. It's exceeded ten million already. Every kingdom he absorbed, he somehow made the soldiers join his side as well." "A good speaker, then." Sylvester suddenly remembered a certain man with a tiny square mustache, but Leyon wasn't evil like that one. "From what I can see in this report, we have no grounds to meddle in this situation. Leyon hasn't even killed ten thousand soldiers yet, nor civilians or Clergymen. Most of the Kingdoms surrendered to him." "But now he stands at the border of Gracia, near Sandwall County's Miraj City."
"And we'll wait for him to move before taking any action. Let's not forget that Miraj City is designated as the second Holy Land. It may be Sandwall County's capital, but it's also the Pope's second residence. Leyon is smart, and he knows he can't offend me. Now, I'm just curious about how he is going to pass this hurdle."
...
"Rivers." Leyon the Conqueror stood in his military camp's main tent and strategized with the Generals he had chosen to work for him.
Men who weren't personally that powerful but had enough mental fortitude and wit to manage and command armies. On top of that, his movement had gained many talents who came to serve him. Of course, some came with the intention of killing him and replacing him—death is mercy, was a famous quote in the camp.
"Then train them."
"We don't have enough schools and funds. And to train healers, it takes years." Hendrix said.
"I will fund it," Sylvester instantly replied. Gabriel and Saint Keymaster's eyes sparkled at the idea as they stared at him. They were always worried about funds, even though the treasury was constantly filling.
"How rich are you, Your Holiness?" Gabriel asked. Sylvester folded his arms. "The richest."
"Of course, you're the richest in Sol." Gabriel self-depreciatingly laughed. "In the world." "..."
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Chapter 695 694. The Richest Sylvester finished his short visit to the new City of Maximilia and decided to head back to the Holy Land the very next day. Thoroughly impressed by the results of all the advancements he had designed for the city, he now wished to implement it around the entire continent of Sol. However, it was no easy feat. Implementing everything in new cities was easier than those old ones with their broken down infrastructures and narrow streets. But magic was a thing, and he was going to use it to the fullest. "Your Holiness, this is the most recent report on Leyon the Conqueror." Gabriel came running as soon as he smelled Sylvester entering the Pope's Palace. It was expected by Sylvester at that point. "Did you place some spying instrument in my office or what? How do you always know when I'm back?" Sylvester asked him while taking the file from him. Gabriel shrugged proudly, "I ordered the guards to inform me as soon as you appear." "Tsk... You're making me work like a slave," Sylvester joked and looked down at the report with no amusement or shock. "Ah, so he's already taken over West Sol. I'm not much surprised. They weren't very strong after what I did to the Empire. But I am indeed amused by the fall of Warsong." "That's it?! Your Holiness, he's an enemy of the entire Sol. He's a menace to all the kingdoms," Gabriel argued and pointed his finger at the paper. "Look at the soldiers in his army. It's exceeded ten million already. Every kingdom he absorbed, he somehow made the soldiers join his side as well." "A good speaker, then." Sylvester suddenly remembered a certain man with a tiny square mustache, but Leyon wasn't evil like that one. "From what I can see in this report, we have no grounds to meddle in this situation. Leyon hasn't even killed ten thousand soldiers yet, nor civilians or Clergymen. Most of the Kingdoms surrendered to him." "But now he stands at the border of Gracia, near Sandwall County's Miraj City." "And we'll wait for him to move before taking any action. Let's not forget that Miraj City is designated as the second Holy Land. It may be Sandwall County's capital, but it's also the Pope's second residence. Leyon is smart, and he knows he can't offend me. Now, I'm just curious about how he is going to pass this hurdle." ... "Rivers." Leyon the Conqueror stood in his military camp's main tent and strategized with the Generals he had chosen to work for him. Men who weren't personally that powerful but had enough mental fortitude and wit to manage and command armies. On top of that, his movement had gained many talents who came to serve him. Of course, some came with the intention of killing him and replacing himdeath is mercy, was a famous quote in the camp. "Then train them." "We don't have enough schools and funds. And to train healers, it takes years." Hendrix said. "I will fund it," Sylvester instantly replied. Gabriel and Saint Keymaster's eyes sparkled at the idea as they stared at him. They were always worried about funds, even though the treasury was constantly filling. "How rich are you, Your Holiness?" Gabriel asked. Sylvester folded his arms. "The richest." "Of course, you're the richest in Sol." Gabriel self-depreciatingly laughed. "In the world." "..." ________________novelB/In
