Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Chapter 420 Gray Robe Diary

The coronation ceremony was not a big deal and ended quickly. The new empire seemed to have taken on a bit of Lind's workaholic temperament. After the formal ceremony, it soon began to operate. In addition to consolidating the Capetian territories previously acquired, it also formally incorporated the territories of Anjou. The next step was to migrate to the deserted areas that had been eroded by the black fog.

These are all the big parts of the work. Taxes in various regions also need to be changed. After all, the development of productivity is still limited to the area centered on the north. If other places want to develop, they must first heal the trauma caused by the war, and many local policies in Anjou must also be abolished first.

There is enough time to deal with the personnel changes alone.

At this time, Gray Robe had just finished his meeting with Lind and returned to his guest room from the Governor's Mansion.

Sometimes Gray Robe felt that he might be the boldest person in the empire. After all, he once again rejected the emperor's call and only signed a temporary worker contract with the emperor.

In fact, if Gray Robe was not so short of money, he would not even sign this temporary labor contract, because once he was dragged down by trivial matters, he was afraid that he would really become a bureaucrat of this new empire and no longer be the national teacher of Castile. He did not care, but what should Her Highness Rosaline do?

After Gray Robe returned to his room, he opened his diary and wrote: "Your Majesty."

This His Majesty certainly does not refer to Lind, after all, the Grey Robes still belong to Castile.

"The horrific war I described before has ended. Although I have already written about it in previous letters, I still want to emphasize again that this war has completely exceeded our imagination, and even the way the war ended is still incomprehensible to me."

"The two kingdoms were unified, and a group of small countries around them were also unified. However, these small countries are on the continent of Sauron. Even those small countries can be called a formal kingdom."

"As for the two kingdoms, in my opinion, they shouldn't be called kingdoms. If they were on the continent of Sauron, they could be called empires. I'm not belittling my homeland, but Castile still has a long way to go compared to these two kingdoms."

In fact, the Grey Robes arrived late. If the Grey Robes came to this continent earlier than the Avars, or even before Lind rose to power, they would find that the two kingdoms were not much ahead of Castile. Only Anjou had some advantages. If a fight broke out, Castile might even have an advantage because it mastered super-level magic.

But the Grey Robes just happened to catch up with the most prosperous period of this continent. The two kingdoms moved to Sauron and were indeed qualified to be called an empire, or directly became an empire.

"The country of firearms is completely different from what we imagined before. The so-called Anjou is not a real country of firearms. Firearms come from the emperor of the new empire. He is the real inventor of firearms. I have seen firearms in this real country of firearms that can even compete with dragons. If Castile can master this kind of firearms, at least it will not be threatened by dragons anymore, right?"

"But unfortunately, I am only a temporary employee of the emperor. I am not qualified to have access to those top-notch weapons. After all, I cannot betray you or Her Highness Rosalin."

"But even so, the most basic firearms and artillery here still benefited me a lot. The basic principles of firearms are not complicated. What is really complicated is the forging materials and various indicators of firearms. But if I return to Castile, I believe I can make more powerful firearms for my motherland, and I will no longer need to buy those expensive firearms through smuggling channels."

Having written this, the man in gray robe let out a deep sigh, but this heavy sigh soon dissipated into the air with the breeze outside the window.

"Firearms are not as expensive as we think. In fact, according to what the emperor said, firearms were originally manufactured for mass use by ordinary people. Their use in the Land Without Magic is purely accidental. If possible, Your Majesty, I suggest that Castile reserve enough resources first, give up the struggle in the Land Without Magic, and wait for the emperor of the Firearms Kingdom to come and trade with Castile in person."

"This emperor seems to be very interested in the Sauron Continent. He asked me a lot about Sauron Continent and was quite kind and generous. I know he has big ambitions. When he has time, he will probably organize a fleet to Sauron Continent. But at least he is much easier to talk to than the Avars. He even has a peaceful handover with the two kingdoms. If you leave enough resources, he will be happy to trade firearms with you at a price lower than smuggling."

Gray Robe knew that His Majesty the King of Castile would most likely not be able to see his diary. Although some members of the Castilian envoys had volunteered to return to Castile with letters and precious goods, the sea routes were completely occupied by dragons and Avars at the time. It was a fantasy to return to Soron from Mu Continent without an escort, and Gray Robe did not hold out any hope at all. It was more like Gray Robe summing up his thoughts, or expressing his homesickness to some extent.

Afterwards, the Gray Robe began to introduce what he had seen and heard recently in the Imperial City, as well as the different customs and practices on the Mu Continent and the Sauron Continent. After writing about the new edict recently issued by His Majesty the Emperor, the Gray Robe somehow remembered the current situation of his motherland before he left.

"Your Majesty, how is Castile doing now? The Avars were badly defeated by the emperor in Mu Continent and have basically lost their ability to resist. Is Castile's situation much better than before?"

"Has the issue of succession to the kingdom been resolved? Are you feeling better?"

In fact, Gray Robe wanted to ask if the princes and princesses were still biting each other in the internal struggle as before, but Gray Robe still had a fantasy about his diary, or the letters he wrote to the King of Castile. What if they could really be delivered to His Majesty? Or really delivered to Castile? If His Majesty passed away, or these letters were not delivered directly to His Majesty, writing like this would make the situation in Castile even more chaotic.

"As for Her Highness Rosalin, she is living well. The emperor is very kind and she doesn't have to worry about her daily expenses. It may sound strange for me to say this, but Her Highness Rosalin is probably living a better life now than when she was in Castile."

"It's just that in order to lobby and get close to the nobles and generals of the empire, Your Highness has to attend various gatherings between the ladies of the empire, or social dances among the nobles every day. This is also quite common in Castile. Your Highness is becoming more and more like a real princess."

"But no matter how kind the emperor is, he can't pay for Her Highness Rosalin to attend these parties and balls. In order to protect Her Highness Rosalin from bringing shame to Castile, our expenses are also quite large. In addition to the entire diplomatic corps working in the imperial city, I also have to serve as a temporary official of this country as I said at the beginning to help Her Highness gain a foothold among the nobles."

"Your Highness has worked very hard to get closer to those noble ladies. Your Highness's academic attainments in the subject of mechanical principles are even higher than mine. I am not trying to prove anything for Your Highness, but Your Majesty, if Your Highness really returns to Castile one day, believe me, she will be better than most craftsmen in making firearms and tools. I have mentioned this more than once, but Your Majesty, I hope you don't mind my nagging. The era of wizards waving their staffs and traditional knights charging into battle is over on this continent."

Although he emphasized that he hoped His Majesty would not dislike his nagging, the gray robe kept writing more and more. Before he knew it, the sun outside was setting. The gray robe lit up the magic lamp beside him, and the whole room suddenly became bright.

Looking at these lamps, the man in gray robe was in a daze again. This set of lamps was actually not outstanding in Castile. The top nobles even had professionals who specialized in lighting at home, who could achieve the same effect as this set of lamps, or even better. However, this kind of magic lamps could be seen everywhere in the major cities of the empire, and even some civilians could use similar things.

The man in gray robe lost his mood instantly, closed the window, and turned off the lights with a sigh.