civilwarnovels Chapter 300 Pleasant Revenge
Chapter 300 Pleasant Revenge
Chapter 300 Pleasant Revenge
Chris swore he hated nerds.
Arrogant, hypocritical, and self-important.
They always adopt a condescending attitude and lecture others.
Especially when they quoted classical texts, Chris wished he could immediately order them dragged out and beheaded.
Nevertheless, Chris understood that this person did indeed possess some talent and ability.
Marshall fits all of Chris's stereotypes about heralds: they are highly capable, quick-thinking, and always able to assess situations rapidly and offer the safest and most conservative advice.
However, they are also bound by morality, and their strategies often lack creativity and imagination.
It's fine to let him do whatever he wants, but if you pray that he achieves results beyond expectations...
To be honest, the idea itself is pretty silly.
Chris understood that the side that was morally superior was at a disadvantage.
Only he himself knew how much he had paid for his current position, so he must not blindly obey Marshall.
If possible, Chris would prefer Marshall to handle logistics or internal affairs within the community.
But Enal focused all his energy on the battlefield, and Chris couldn't find a second person he could trust—he might have enough outstanding superhumans under his command, but he was extremely lacking in management and strategic talent.
Therefore, no matter how much Chris previously resented the arrival of the Heralds on his land, he now had no choice but to use Marshall.
Marshall is primarily responsible for the community's internal affairs, economy, and foreign affairs, especially mediating conflicts and demands among the various squares.
For now, Marshall is doing a good job, saving Chris a lot of trouble.
Armpit Port is located on the southeastern coast of the permafrost continent, within a concave section of coastline.
Therefore, it has a long dock, which is large enough to accommodate a large number of ships.
Upon arriving here, Chris realized that Enal's strategy was absolutely correct.
By taking over this port, the ears and mouths of the central community will be opened.
As long as he can establish contact with the outside world, his country will not be afraid of a joint blockade by two neighboring countries.
Right now, ships are coming and going at the dock, and countless cargo containers are being loaded and unloaded.
Chris was pleased, as it meant his country was running smoothly.
How long have we held onto this port?
Chris couldn't quite remember, but it seemed like it had been a while.
At present, Ainar is leading his army north and is taking advantage of the summer to launch a full-scale attack.
He said that if the community's territory could be expanded along the ditch before winter, it would sever some of the connection between the eastern and western communities.
Once autumn arrives, the area will be covered in snow.
Our troops' march will inevitably slow down, food and warmth will become a major problem, and they will also be more vulnerable to ambushes.
In conclusion, the current situation is even more tense for the central community.
Chris also felt that if the community could be bordered by the sea on both the north and south sides, there would be many more options available.
But Chris was confident in the strength of his troops. The wizards who had created the new potions had already been sent to the front lines, further enhancing the combat effectiveness of his army.
Suddenly, Marshall came to Chris's side and whispered:
"Elders".
Chris actually wanted to leave Marshall at Saddle Square, but he insisted on coming to Armpit Port with Chris.
The reason is quite legitimate: when Chris is making plans, he can provide timely advice and suggestions.
Actually, Marshall was overthinking it. Chris came here simply to relax and had no other intentions.
But he couldn't say those words aloud, so Chris could only have Marshall follow along.
During his time as a "veteran," Chris's life consisted of nothing but women and delicious food.
The scenery on the permafrost continent is always shrouded in a bleak and bitter atmosphere, and that sense of loneliness only brings a depressed mood.
Therefore, Chris decided to come to the beach to relax.
Although Chris dislikes the sea, his sailing experiences are always accompanied by bad luck.
He lost his left eye at sea, encountered strange events in the corrupted waters, and was attacked by pirates multiple times.
But the view before him filled Chris with emotion, making the trip worthwhile.
The golden sunrise made the sea surface sparkle, and countless seabirds took off and landed in flocks from the corners of the pier.
Fishing boats were setting sail in formation, the surging waves breaking the dullness and oppression of the icy ground.
Unfortunately, that damned nerd wouldn't give Chris any peace or a moment to enjoy the beautiful scenery on his own, even early in the morning.
Didn't Chris spare more than an hour yesterday to discuss political affairs with him?
He curled his lip in displeasure and turned to Marshall with an annoyed expression:
"What is it?"
"This morning, five ships carrying potatoes were imported into the port, which should alleviate some of the food shortage problem at the front."
"This is a good thing."
Chris nodded in response, but his expression showed no sign of happiness.
"I believe the community needs to sign long-term trade agreements with some of the kingdom's coastal nobles. This would stabilize the flow of goods within the community."
As Marshall spoke, he walked closer to Chris.
"Sir, as you know, the frontline supplies are basically provided by the war itself. Once the war ends, the enormous military expenditures could cause the community's economic and material systems to collapse instantly."
Chris, however, was not worried at all.
As the war nears its end, the side effects of the potion should kick in.
Those "acquired" wizards will all die suddenly.
But Chris wouldn't tell anyone this secret; he simply nodded slightly.
"Okay, you'll be in charge of this."
But Marshall's proposal did sound beneficial, so Chris agreed.
"yes.
Marshall bowed to Chris, then walked around to Chris's side and slightly in front of him.
"There's one more thing, Elder."
Judging from this attitude, it's definitely not a good thing.
Chris suppressed his dissatisfaction and tried his best to remain calm as he retorted:
"What is it?"
"Elder, I think it's time to consider a ceasefire."
Upon hearing these words, Chris could no longer suppress his inner turmoil:
"Stop talking. Now is the perfect time for the central community to expand. Are you suggesting I give up now?"
"Please think it over. Although I have only been with your Demon Underworld for a short time, I have already conducted a thorough investigation into the situation within the Central Community."
"I have discovered that public opinion in the square you have forcibly occupied is not stable, and the community's finances are quite empty."
"An unexpected incident could trigger a chain reaction, causing the community to disintegrate from within. Moreover, the massive military expenditure is a sharp knife hanging over the community's head."
"Of course, it is unrealistic to end all the fighting at once under the current circumstances, but slowing down the pace, gradually reducing the fighting, and focusing on internal governance will be beneficial to the long-term governance of the community."
"Elder, according to history, countless once-powerful forces have often fallen because of their haste. The governance of a country requires consideration of many factors; conquest is not everything."
Chris understood, of course, that Marshall's words made some sense and were also for the sake of the community.
However, only Chris knew that maintaining his glorious wizarding army could not last forever.
Once the potion's effects wear off, his forces will be severely weakened, inevitably leading to a counterattack from the other two communities.
If Chris cannot acquire sufficient normal power or weaken the power of other forces before then, his country will also be poisoned by the potion.
This was a secret Chris couldn't tell anyone.
Therefore, he could only act self-righteously and roar at Marshall:
"History cannot tell the whole story, and you are not privy to all the past either. Knowledge makes you learned, but it can also make you narrow-minded and foolish. Don't apply what happens elsewhere to my country!"
Marshall blushed instantly:
"Elder, why speak of me like that? I am indeed not omniscient or omnipotent, but I am indeed offering advice and suggestions for your country. Moreover, even within the entire Herald Academy, my knowledge is broad enough, and I can apply it flexibly!"
Chris couldn't refute it, but although he looked down on this nerd, he still had to use him, so he couldn't completely break off relations.
So he said, “This is the only thing that needs no further mention. If you feel I have humiliated you, then be patient. Enduring the words of a king is an essential skill for a servant.”
Marshall's emotions had clearly calmed down considerably, and he bowed to Chris:
"Yes."
However, after this conversation, Chris's good mood was completely shattered, and he lost all interest in appreciating the scenery.
He then planned to go back and find some women to cheer him up.
When Chris turned around and saw Marshall's face, he remembered the man's earlier words.
He stopped abruptly, frowned, and asked:
"You say you're among the most knowledgeable heralds in the Herald Academy?"
“Yes,” Marshall nodded, “this is no exaggeration.”
Chris squinted: "Can you solve riddles?"
"A riddle?"
"That's right, use your vast knowledge to find the answer."
"But what is the riddle?"
Chris chuckled softly and blurted out:
"Iron ore from the highest lands, ice from the coldest lands, clear springs from the deepest, most secluded lands, and gold dust from the most ancient lands."
After listening, Marshall immediately fell into deep thought and stepped in front of Chris.
After a while, Marshall asked:
"Any other hints?"
"there is none left,"
Chris immediately pouted in disappointment when he heard Marshall's question.
This heraldryer boasts about how amazing he is, but can't we guess what he's really capable of?
However, Chris still said:
"Regarding the second paragraph, I guess it refers to Silver Ice from the Ice Tomb."
"Silver Ice, huh—" Marshall lowered his head again.
After a while, he suddenly looked up and said:
"These four passages may correspond to four special substances!"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Do you need to tell me that?"
"Since the second paragraph corresponds to Yin Bing, although I can't guess all the answers, I do have some clues about the first paragraph."
Upon hearing this, Chris's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked:
"What is that?"
"The highest lands, and speaking of high places, one cannot avoid discussing the kingdom's highlands—the Lyons Plateau," Marshall said slowly. "And on that land, a special mineral is produced, a heteromorphic iron ore. It is said that this heteromorphic iron is extremely effective in fighting monsters."
Lines Plateau
Chris was from the Kingdom and had heard of such places.
But he has never been interested in places with such extreme environments, and therefore has never looked into them.
But who could have imagined that he would now become the master of a place with extreme climate?
Chris said, "Tell me about that place."
"The people of the plateau have always been proud and aloof, and there aren't many interesting stories about them. However, the situation on the plateau has been turbulent in recent years."
"Oh, I remember, there seems to be a civil war going on there."
"This dispute is extremely complicated, but the owners of the Lines Plateau are not the Lines family at present."
Chris found this strange.
The names of the major regions on the plateau are all directly derived from the surnames of the lords' families.
But why is it that the plateau is not one of them?
Why?
"The Zorc family of the plateau has rebelled and become the de facto rulers."
"Has the entire Lines family perished?"
"They're not all dead," Marshall said. "After all, the nobles on the plateau all have some of the Lynes family bloodline."
But I've heard that a branch of the Lines family still exists.
"Then why doesn't he take back his position?"
"Bloodline alone can't withstand a knife. It's said that the young duke escaped from the plateau alone and was even wanted by the Zorc family. As for what happened to the young duke, no one knows for sure. Therefore, Elder, perhaps you are right, the entire Lyons family is wiped out."
The young duke's bounty—escape—
The combination of these words made Chris frown.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered that the turning point in his life began with a trip.
Accompanying him on his journey is a little boy whose identity remains a mystery.
The handsome boy said that half of his blood flowed with the ocean.
But what is the other half?
Chris instantly became alert and hurriedly asked:
"That duke's hair, is it orange-yellow?"
Upon hearing this question, Marshall fell into thought.
After a moment, he replied:
"It's possible that his grandmother was a member of the Capello family, and orange-yellow hair is the family's trademark."
I see! I see!
Chris was so excited he stood rooted to the spot.
It turns out that little bastard was a wanted criminal on the Lines Plateau!
So, does that mean his entire family died, leaving only him?
Haha! Good riddance!
That was the first cycle Chris encountered in his life, and he still regrets not being able to break it!
Now that he has reached the shore of the ocean, he naturally cannot find and kill the boy.
Perhaps the other person has grown into a man?
It doesn't matter; for Chris, it's just part of his cycle.
If Chris had been able to kill the other man, perhaps he wouldn't have lost his left eye, left ear, and left arm.
That feeding was that little beast's fault!
Chris—wants revenge.
He immediately turned to Marshall: "Is it possible for me to obtain the exotic iron ore from the Lines Plateau?"
"It is said that the Zorc family has relaxed restrictions on the export of exotic iron ore, so it is not impossible."
"Then get me some."
Chris squinted his right eye.
He not only argued about making higher-level potions.
This is his revenge.
Chris knew that the little bastard hated him.
But what would he think if he knew that his family's products were helping Chris expand his territory?
Ah ~
Chris felt pleasure just from seeing the other person's expression.