When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 759 - 714 Transition

Sitting in the carriage returning to the Mechanical Palace, Horn was still contemplating the issue.

Kerben's Mithril Refining Method was tremendous for Horn's Holy Alliance, not to mention the entire Empire and even the Blood and Flesh Royal Court across the sea.

However, this butterfly has yet to flap its wings, and when it truly exerts its force, it's estimated to take ten or eight years.

Mithril is a very precious metal; aside from its property of reducing weight, its alloy also has rust-proof capabilities.

Its market value is only slightly lower than gold and was once even one of the precious metal currencies.

The Holy Seat City has the Pope's Guard, and the Leia Royal Family has the Orderly Iron Guard; these are regular elite Tower Shield Infantry.

Among their equipment, the most important tower shields are mixed with substantial amounts of Mithril to reduce weight.

According to previous surveys of reserves, just that large expanse of hollow soil plains or small plateaus, the measurement units are heading towards tens of millions or even billions of tons.

One would think Mithril is such a precious thing, yet this reserve isn't too few now.

Horn opened his eyes from resting: "Raphael, how is the cleansing of the gang Secret Faction in Black Snake Bay going?"

"The current progress is smooth, and it is estimated that a response will be given to you by early March. The overall situation is like this..." Raphael, as the liaison for the Black Snake Bay Constitutional Army, immediately responded.

After August ended, the gang Secret Factions thought this security operation was over, but they didn't expect it was just beginning.

After resting for four months, county governors across the regions brought back the reconstituted and trained Tax Police Team to make a comeback.

Since the end of last year, in December, large and small towns and large settlements in Black Snake Bay have been rampant with intense fighting.

The Tax Police, Constitutional Army, Militia, and gang fought on the streets, with lead, fireballs, and crossbow arrows flying around.

In any larger town or even village, one could see Tax Police wielding iron-capped magic staffs chasing gangs.

These local tax police taking down a gang not only get forty percent of the stolen goods but also receive bonuses from local taxes and even promotions.

In several cases, Secret Faction incited popular riot events erupted, but they were violently suppressed by the fully-staffed Divine Punishment Army local to Black Snake Bay.

It is estimated that three to four thousand people will be sent to the Trinity Education Team in the eastern counties to open up wastelands, among them many who had participated in the Thousand River Valley war.

Yet Ottatila still ruthlessly sent them away.

If the New Year Festival in Thousand River Valley in 1448 was a rare celebratory reunion after a bloody storm,

then the New Year Festival in Black Snake Bay in 1448 was the bloody storm itself.

On the second day of the New Year Festival, Celestial Maiden City and Long Embankment City were directly under martial law, with the military and tax police blocking important roads and waterways to prevent gang Secret Faction link-ups.

Horn, although he has been paying attention, did not interfere at all.

This sweeping of the gang Secret Faction was both Ottatila and others turning in their pledges of allegiance and an examination.

Governing capability needs to be exercised, practiced, and tested.

Horn set up a fully-staffed Divine Punishment Army in Black Snake Bay, with massive support from elite backbones allocated from the Thousand River Valley.

In this absolute advantageous situation, as long as a few leaders in Black Snake Bay have governance abilities above the passing line, it is entirely possible to submit a report scoring eighty or ninety.

If it is sixty or seventy, then Horn will doubt Ottatila's capabilities and consider whether to give a makeup exam.

If it is failing, then Horn considers whether to use the Constitutional Army to overshadow the speaker.

Otherwise, when it comes time to go to war with the Leia people, with that level of governance, it would basically be a drag.

"Since you'll give me an answer by early March, you should go prospect in early February. When Ottatila comes to the Thousand River Valley in March, I'll talk to her about the hollow soil issue."

Horn steadied his mind and reminded the secret monk beside him, "Note it in the memo for scheduling."

"Oh, oh oh." The newly arrived secret monk then started recording in a flurry.

At times like these, Horn especially missed Armand.

The carriage returned to the Mechanical Palace, and although it was the second day after the New Year Festival holiday ended, Horn still stayed in the Mechanical Palace.

Because today's first agenda item is to give the Loyal Successor Army youths their first spring lesson in the Mechanical Palace.

Returning to the dining table, he wanted to seize the opportunity to eat a few bites of the breakfast he hadn't finished, but he found Hilov still sitting at the round table.

"Aren't you supposed to be researching that Lightning Slime today? Or is it just a coincidence that you're off?" Horn asked, his mouth full as he stuffed pancakes into it.

Hilov said nothing, just wagged her tail and stared at Horn: "Perhaps I should meet Cynthia..."

"You've performed invaluable service for the Holy Alliance." Horn crouched down, locking eyes with Hilov with earnestness, "The credit is enough for you to rest on; victories gained through your personal, reasonless sacrifice are submission, not true victories."

"What if I want to see her myself?"

Gently rubbing the Wolf Woman's fluffy crown, Horn chuckled, "Don't feel too pressured, if Dragon Language Magic was really that strong, how is it she's rotting in a cell while we drove away the Church?"

Seeing Horn's hurried departure to the side palace of the Mechanical Palace for the Loyal Successor Army's class, Hilov lingered instead of returning to the Ethereal Tower immediately.

"Ah Fu, back off, I want to walk alone."

Spinning her wheelchair, Hilov began to wander the Mechanical Palace slowly.

From Horn's discovery of the Mechanical Palace in the winter of 1444 to the spring of 1448 now, nearly three years have passed, and the Mechanical Palace has changed significantly.

Original rubble was cleared, damaged flooring was restored, and the palace's original wear and rust were all polished away one by one.

Several previously collapsed empty palaces were refurbished, the walls were heightened and expanded, and many round archways and observation windows were added between the palace like gardens.

Partitions by walls and archways generated little parks in Hilov's view.

Her favorite place of all is the small plant greenhouse made of glass and steel skeleton.

Various rare plants offered by the Black Snake Bay Secret Factions were orderly planted in the glass greenhouse surrounded by smoke ducts.

Though touted as a glass greenhouse, it was structurally brick and tile but with floor-to-ceiling windows and steel-framed skylights.

Though Hilov hadn't been to Black Snake Bay, she could still see in the greenhouse the wilting large petal red flowers, umbrella ferns, Yéga mulberry, Lito sleeping lilies, and more.

Some shriekers and faded forge grass were even placed in the city's mini botanical garden for viewing.

Being bundled in thick clothing, Hilov didn't enter the glass hothouse but continued onward.

At the garden's edge, she could see a colossal wooden barrel two stories high where an elevated aqueduct used to be.

Although she couldn't see it, Hilov knew the barrel contained the purified water gel developed collaboratively by Pharmacist Sessi and Alchemist Priest Robert.

It was, in fact, a Secret Faction-contributed formula suited for use with Slime Gel. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Extracted water undergoes charcoal filtering, gets absorbed of impurities and disinfected by the purified water gel, before dispersing via red clay pipes and brass taps.

Approaching past the water tank, the facade with pilaster doors loomed nearer.

Hilov's wheelchair movements slowed until the wheels bumped against the threshold.

In nearly an instant, it was as if struck by lightning, she trembled, and that peculiar dread gripped her.

She had been saying every room change should be her last, that she certainly needed to leave the Mechanical Palace this year.

But she lingered at its edge, unable to go.

Looking at these rooms recounting landscapes from various places and the thoroughfares of the Hoy Union, Hilov couldn't help but wonder why her mother had done what she'd done.

Why did she have to do that?

No matter where Horn went, he would bring back local items and plants to show her.

So she thought, when Horn creates a new world, he will bring it to show her, and that will be just fine.

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