Emperor of Arcane

"There's polenta on the left and brown bread on the right. Everyone gets one first. After they finish eating, they come back in line to get it. No one is allowed to take it home!"

The old village chief, Feld, became much younger and shouted at the top of his lungs.

His old man's prestige is still very high, and most people are obedient.

Some petty thieves who wanted to do something would always be spotted by him at a glance and swept away with a stick.

Ralph looked at the trenches newly dug by the villagers today and nodded with satisfaction. He looked at the soldiers on the other side who were lining up for meals and asked hesitantly:

"The total number of people in Haiwan Village is only about 2,000. It is difficult to maintain 100 professional soldiers just by relying on taxes..."

Matthew understood that there was something behind Butler Ralph's words. He shook his head nonchalantly and set the tone with a firm tone:

"I don't expect to rely on taxes to support professional soldiers now. This area is full of dangers. Only by having a strong armed force that obeys orders can we survive better."

Nodding to show his understanding, Butler Ralph took out the information in his hand and reported to Matthew:

"Adam Smith's supplies have been handed over. He himself used the teleportation scroll to return to Blood Moon City in the morning. Others have just left. It is expected that the first batch of supplies will be delivered in two weeks."

Touching his chin lightly, Matthew looked at the trench that would surround the entire village in the future, and said helplessly:

"The transportation is still not convenient enough, and the speed of travel is too slow. When we have enough manpower, we must have more lines..."

Butler Ralph didn't know if Matthew was speaking out of anger or if he really had this intention, but he now understood that the lord always had a follow-up plan.

"Wow, they actually gave out sausages, and the fish soup is also fresh. Isn't what we eat a little too good?"

Rebecca, who was eating with the soldiers, smelled the fragrant lunch and asked curiously while eating.

Recalling the sentry life of eating dry bread and mixing salted fish soup every day, Leon made a simple comparison and found that he still liked his current life.

The big guy who had just been transferred to a soldier was also surprised by the richer food. Only Old John sneered next to him:

"Eat, eat, you eat a lot now, and you can practice hard later!"

While saying this, Old John happily picked up a piece of fresh venison leg and took a delicious bite.

This was Field, the old village chief, who took a special taxi on the way back, saying that he wanted to donate it to the lord.

I have to say that the old village chief Field's cooking skills are quite good. Even though there was no seasoning and it was just a simple roast, it still gave Matthew a big surprise.

The slightly charred surface becomes more fragrant the more you chew it, and the venison inside is quite tender and melts immediately after you bite into it.

Matthew has a good appetite and enjoys the pleasure brought by food. Although he is under a lot of pressure now, he still has to eat happily.

The greedy Yaya has long been awakened by the aroma, happily gnawing on the crispy bones, and occasionally opens his mouth to eat the barbecue handed over by Matthew, which looks quite comfortable.

Angela ate very quickly, her mind filled with the soldier training methods that Matthew had just given her:

"Personal strength training allows soldiers to train individually and focus on cultivating those with potential."

"In daily training, we should focus more on training routines that match combat."

"For example, how to deal with enemies that are individually powerful, or enemies that are larger in number."

"Or, use different weapons and combinations in different terrains..."

"All in all, our soldiers are small in number and are not cannon fodder that can be consumed at will. We should maximize their capabilities so that they can play a greater role."

"..."

The Empire of Netheril is a country of arcanists, but ordinary soldiers are also indispensable.

After all, one cannot expect a superior arcanist to charge forward like cannon fodder on the battlefield and then be brutally consumed.

As the number of Grand Arcanists increased, the influence and control of the Severnton Council became stronger and stronger, a natural division between spellcasters and the people, and a monopoly of knowledge began to appear in the Netherese Empire.

Even the knowledge between nobles needs to be wary of each other to avoid being copied by the other party.

If we say that the knight's personal skill training has given Angela the abilities of a professional, she has also mastered more combat skills and mastered more weapons.

It was prepared by nobles in order to train handy tools, as well as qualified thugs and human shields.

So the knowledge that Matthew taught her was the foundation for many lords who were good at leading troops, or the generals of the Netheril Empire.

Seeing Angela so impatient, Matthew still warned her:

"You can be strict, but not harsh. Try to make the treatment issues as good as possible. If you are missing anything, just go to Butler Ralph directly."

"The training and selection of professional soldiers is currently ranked the most important in the development of the territory."

The speaker is intentional and the listener is intentional.

Field, who was having a barbecue, listened to these words in his ears. He recalled the details of the exchange with Captain Sean last night and the various deeds of Lord Matthew along the way. He asked without hesitation:

"Lord, are the number of soldiers not enough now? How should we choose to replenish them?"

Matthew smiled mysteriously, looked at the thin villagers of Bay Village, and continued in a calm tone:

"Anyone who can keep up with the training intensity can sign up for selection, but now there is only one selection opportunity every half month..."

There are naturally conditions for becoming a professional soldier, and Feld doesn't care about this at all.

What he cares more about is that Matthew does not exclude people from Bay Village from becoming professional soldiers. This shows that the other party is very confident about them. This is what he wants to know.

In an open space in the wilderness, 104 soldiers stood neatly in 4 teams.

They were following Old John's instructions and moving forward together.

Because they had never been trained in this area, they walked a little crookedly.

Angela took the trouble to tell them the essentials of lining up neatly.

Occasionally, Old John would be asked to take action, so that the casual guy could have a long memory.

The formation training lasted for half an hour, followed by the formation training on the battlefield.

The shield soldiers are in front, and the spear soldiers are behind. They obey the command and advance step by step, or move left and right.

A lot of children around looked at it for a long time, and they all felt disappointed not to see their favorite knife and gun show.

A considerable number of children ran to find trouble with the trolls again.

There were also a small group of children studying secretly nearby. Naturally, they had received orders from Captain Sean and the old village chief.

For villages in other places, becoming a lord's soldier is not a particularly good way out. There are not many ways to advance upwards, and it is also easy to encounter the danger of death.

But Bay Village is completely different. It has always been in danger. Only strong force can make them feel safe!

The two-hour formation training made the originally energetic soldiers complain endlessly. A considerable number of soldiers could not understand the purpose of such an arrangement.

"Arrange them into several teams, pick out those who are more savvy, and give them a try in sparring..."

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