Chapter 666: Good News and Bad News

A week later, Roland returned to the border area from Longsong Fortress. update the fastest

As soon as he entered the castle, he received two pieces of good news. The first one was brought by Barov, "Your Majesty, the astrologers from the old capital arrived in Neverwinter three days ago, along with the craftsmen, apprentices and family members. Together, there are a total of 312 people. I placed nine astrologers in the diplomatic building, and temporarily arranged the others in the reception area."

The group finally arrived, and Roland ordered after pondering for a moment, "Hold a welcome banquet in the square in the evening, and I want the citizens to know that there is another school of sages in Neverwinter."

Like alchemy, astrology has a high reputation among the people, and generally only the capital will have these two organizations at the same time. Now that the astrological associations have all rushed to the western region, the title of Neverwinter's new royal capital will be more easily accepted by everyone.

But Roland doesn't need this astrology and divination. What he really likes is the calculation ability of astrologers. For the mathematics of this era, they are definitely at the forefront. Whether calculating the calendar or estimating the orbits of stars, a lot of calculations are required. With the relevant knowledge of middle and advanced mathematics, they can undoubtedly go a step further on the original basis.

He intends to set up a school of mathematics, so that these people can devote their time to calculations except occasionally watching the world-destroying star. In the age without computers, it is the most efficient choice for many scholars to complete some complex calculations together. Whether it is laying railroad tracks in the future, building large ships, installing fortress guns on mountains, and writing shooting manuals, their assistance is needed.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Barov nodded, and then asked, "I don't know if your long song trip..."

"There have been a lot of problems." Facing the head of the city hall, Roland didn't need to hide it. "Changge's second-level city hall has already experienced dereliction of duty and corruption. Many forged accounts were found in the scrolls, even from the border area. Among the officials who were transferred there, two ink-corrupters were caught."

Hearing this sentence, Barov couldn't help swallowing, "Is it my disciple?"

Roland was amused by the other party's cautious appearance, and he shook his head helplessly, "Even if they are your disciples, I won't blame you, don't worry."

"Your Majesty is wise," Barov said hastily, "Then the original town's resident?"

"Well, the second batch of graduates entered the city hall after passing the assessment, and then they were transferred to Changge District with the whole team," Roland sighed, "It's only been less than a year since today."

At present, the city hall has cultivated a group of semi-leading teams in total. One is the Long Song District, which is almost completely copied according to the model of Border Town, with the addition of local honeysuckle Peiluo, Elk Ren, and some small nobles. Below this side, the rest is readily available.

The other half was the group that went to the Falling Dragon. There were not many people. Apart from assisting Earl Speer to maintain the political situation, the secondary task was to try to establish a framework for a secondary city hall.

With the Northland Bachelor brought back by Edith Kant to participate in the governance study of the city hall, Roland may be able to make up half of them in a short time.

He has reserved this group of people for the extreme south.

When it comes to what talent is the most scarce, it is undoubtedly these local officials who can carry out their will.

Without them as a foundation, even if Roland conquered the entire Graycastle, he would not be able to quickly gather the kingdom's resources. The local government is an important part of centralization. He can use witches to quickly advance the level of technology, but he can't conjure a lot of middle, Grassroots officials come.

Those enfeoffed nobles will never obediently obey his orders. In the eyes of the feudalists, the only important thing is the one-third of an acre of land they occupy.

Therefore, every person with administrative experience is a rare asset. Now that several people have been lost at once, Roland is naturally a little depressed. Although the corruption of the organization is inevitable, he thought that he could persist for more than ten years, but he didn't expect such a problem to appear in just one year. The fact that the two ink-corrupters were all born civilians also proved from a certain aspect that once they have power, they may be more likely to lose their way than the nobles.

"Those who break the law..."

"It's all dealt with severely," Roland spread his hands, "to set an example for others."

In this way, it should be able to maintain the ability to use Nightingale and Scroll for a few more years, and it is not a problem to maintain the integrity of the organization for the time being, but he also knows that this cannot continue, otherwise the witch will easily be pushed to the forefront again, and the next time the enemy will come from within.

"Let everyone in the city hall gather in the castle hall tomorrow, and I will personally hold a short meeting with them to talk about the importance of discipline and responsibility."

Of course, there are rewards and punishments. In the face of the high pressure and broad prospects of the battle of divine will, they should know how to choose.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Barov bowed.

Looking at the back of the boss leaving, Roland took a sip of tea with satisfaction.

He knew that the other party was serving his purpose, enjoying the satisfaction brought by power itself while pursuing power, and at the same time being able to use power well. Barov was undoubtedly a very suitable person for the new regime. Perhaps in the future city hall, only he can counter Edith's edge.

The second piece of good news comes from Wendy.

"Evelyn's ability has evolved?" Roland was slightly taken aback when he heard the news.

In his impression, Evelyn's indicators of magic power were very balanced, and she didn't look outstanding. He didn't expect that she would become the first witch to evolve on Sleeping Island, which really surprised him.

"Yes... Agatha has confirmed this, but..." Wendy smiled wryly, "The ability after evolution is too weird, I don't know how to describe it."

"Bring her to meet me in the office," he said with gusto.

...

When Evelyn walked into the third floor of the castle, she was still carrying several glass bottles.

Roland noticed that each bottle was filled with liquids of different colors.

"Her magic power looks like a gray ball..." Nightingale's voice came from beside her ear, "but the shape is not fixed."

"What about the total amount of magic power?"

"The growth rate is good, currently between Ye Zi and Agatha."

Roland nodded and looked at Evelyn, "What's in it?"

"The drinks I have created with my abilities these days," she seemed a little depressed, "they have different tastes, and I have no way of controlling the final result...the only thing in common is that they can all be drunk."

"Drinks?"

Roland's curiosity welled up in his heart irresistibly.

He found several teacups and poured himself a cup of each.

When he took the first sip of the light blue drink, he tasted an indescribable deliciousness, like a mixture of various fruit juices, with a hint of refreshing coldness.

Heck, just drinkable? This is too delicious! rw