Chapter 583: Chapter 329: I can choose farm manure, can you?_2
 

After several days of hard work, they finally covered the entire hillside with elf beans. No sooner had he ceased to work, Anthony sought him out.

In his conscious space, Anthony spoke to everyone with a strange look on his face: “The Dwarf King just informed me that Dyson himself went to visit him, hoping to form an alliance and attack the Goddess of Beauty City. He asked if I should agree.”

“…” Negris didn’t know what to say. “That’s really bad luck for him, you guys just left and he arrived. Didn’t the Dwarf King blow his brains out on the spot?”

The Gods of Light plotted against the War God and the God of Forging. If this happened in any other religion, it would spark an endless holy war. Dyson had actually sought out the Dwarf King? If his brain was blasted open on the spot by the Dwarf King, it would be hilarious.

“So he came to ask me if he should set a trap to lure Dyson’s men together and then get rid of them all at once,” said Anthony.

“Is this… is this an idea from Copper Hammer or from you? It doesn’t sound like a straightforward Dwarf,” Negris wondered.

Even when the Dwarfs had presented the fine wine and held back their terms, Negris had found it remarkable. They didn’t seem like the typically blunt and straightforward Dwarfs.

Anthony sighed: “Yes, we underestimated him. But it’s also normal. Once you’re in a position of authority, even the most candid character has to become crafty. Today, the Dwarfs are not having an easy time, and they have to tread carefully to survive. If it wasn’t a matter of faith, I would wonder if he would swallow his pride.”

Negris paused. What could have made the straightforward Dwarf swallow his pride? Was it survival?

After a moment, Negris thought of another issue: “Why does this Dyson keep coming after us? Didn’t he fear us, even after we wiped out one of his Dragon Knight troops?”

Anthony shook his head: “I think it’s precisely because of the Dragon Knight troop that he’s after you. He probably thinks there’s plenty of food here.”

What was most lacking in the Western District currently? It was food. The fields by Fallen Dragon Lake that the Dragon Knight troop saw last time led Dyson to believe that the Goddess of Beauty City had food, and this solidified his decision to take the city.

“Won’t he send people to investigate? The crops haven’t ripened, and what’s ripe has been sold out,” Negris said helplessly.

“…I think he did send someone last time. The Black Warrior was caught by Rogge,” Anthony said.

Black Warrior, a first-class intelligence gatherer and assassin, had disappeared without a trace once he was sent out. Dyson wouldn’t dare to send anyone else now.

For now, the City of Beauty and Fallen Dragon Lake had become an information black hole. Apart from some hearsay, there was only word from those who had escaped from the Dragon Knight’s last siege.

Most people who fail tend to exaggerate their losses, inflate the situation. Someone said there were abundant fields by the lake, full of heavy rice grains. Someone said the rice field was floating on the lake with golden grains stretching as far as the eye could see. Someone else said a giant tree in the middle of the lake blocked the sun.

Filtering out the obvious exaggerations, like fields floating on the lake and the sun-blocking giant tree, Dyson confirmed one thing: there were vast fields by the lake.

Where there are fields, there can be grain. The Goddess of Beauty City has grain.

Before, all Dyson wanted was the wealth of the Goddess of Beauty City. But now, he coveted the city’s grain even more. Because Anthony made an effort to save the victims of the disaster, Dyson’s apathy seemed particularly heartless. Voices of dissent against him had begun to rise in the countries suffering most from the disaster.

After all, he had only just taken over the Western District and his foundations were unstable. With disharmonious voices arising, he was compelled to take appeasement measures.

“So he did send… What do we do then? Maybe the Copper Hammer is right, we should just kill him and solve everything,” Negris suggested.

Now, Dyson was the Archbishop of the Western District. Killing him and his men would create a power vacuum in the Western District, giving Anthony more room to maneuver.

The current problem is, where does he get his confidence from? He knows Lord uses Dragon God Transformation, but he still dares to come. Could it be that he has found a way to restrain the Dragon God Transformation?” Anthony said.

This was indeed a problem, everyone was wondering, when Ange suddenly informed Negris that someone was looking for him. Turned out it was Naeli. After a brief conversation, Negris returned to the Consciousness Space, saying:

“I think I know where Dyson’s confidence comes from now. Just now, Guliani sent a messenger to Dragon Island, found Brooks, and presented the agreement signed between the Dragon Clan and humans years ago that the Dragon Clan should not interfere in human internal disputes. Could it be that he thinks Lord Ange’s Dragon God Transformation is Brooks’ trick?”

“Pfft… Even Brooks doesn’t know about Dragon God Transformation, how could he pull tricks?” Anthony burst out laughing.

“Hmm, so Brooks decided to stay on Drake Island recently and stay in his original form, creating an alibi. It’s just right that Black Night Raven has sorted out the order of the ocean, Brooks will go to back her up.”

At this point, Negris turned to Anthony and said, “Speaking of which, when Black Night Raven was cleaning up the ocean, she confiscated a lot of food, cloth, and small dried fish, amounting to several tens of thousands of tons. She plans to donate them to the curia on Drake Island in exchange for a few Knight of Honor titles.”

The Knight of Honor is an honorary title, previously used to commend those who aren’t part of the Church but have made outstanding contributions to it. However, with the disappearance of the Gods, this title gradually degraded into a means for the high-ranking members of the Church to accumulate wealth – you could buy a title as long as you had money.

“No, no, no. Donate it to the island, who knows how many of those parasites will intercept it there. Just donate it directly to me instead. I’ll decree as bishop, and grant her one Grace Knight and one Knight of Honor title.” Anthony hurriedly said.

Negris’s wicked humor came again, grinning, “Alright, I’ll let Brooks tell her. Originally, she just wanted to buy a Knight of Honor title, but now it’s changed to a Grace Knight title, that’ll scare her.”

You can purchase a Knight of Honor title, and regional churches can grant it, but only dioceses can grant the Grace Knight title, and the dioceses wouldn’t be interested in just a little money. They are generally bestowed on those friends of appropriate standing.

Wait, that’s not right. Black Night Raven unified the ocean, surely she’s a person of ‘appropriate standing.’ As long as she showed ‘friendliness’, whether in the west or the east, they would be very happy to give her a knight title.

Kvada, once again Anthony managed to ‘benefit without cost.’

After the discussion, finally, both Negris and Anthony turned to Ange, asking, “Lord, what do you think?”

No matter how much they discuss, the final decision was still left to Ange. If Ange doesn’t agree, they would be at a loss. Anthony’s own resources alone are insufficient to fulfill all the plans they’d discussed.

Ange, who’d listened to the whole process, felt a little annoyed. This was already the third time such a thing had happened.

The first time, before Dyson could even launch his attack, Ange had led his people to eliminate him. The second time, Dyson didn’t appear, only sending the Dragon Knight squadron. Now this was the third time, so annoying, interrupting his farming work, exterminate it!

Having made up his mind, Ange went back to Goddess of Beauty City to prepare. Just as he had returned to the Goddess of Beauty City, an elf found him.

Aestolia knelt respectfully before Ange, her eyes tightly shut, and said reverently, “Lord Ange, please allow me to follow you. Truth Mage, Aestolia, begs to serve you.”

Ange tilted his head, refusing, “You don’t farm.”

“Eh?” Aestolia was taken aback: “I really have to farm?”

Last time, Ange had turned her down with the same words. She had thought it was just an excuse. She, a dignified Truth Mage, was asked to farm? What a waste.

But now he was saying this for the second time. With the way things were going, could it be that it wasn’t an excuse?

No, she couldn’t let this go on. Aestolia pointed to Lisa, “But she doesn’t know how to farm either.”

Lisa, who had been enjoying the drama, slowly straightened her back. Her eyes flashed with fighting spirit: What’s she trying to do by dragging me into this just because Lord is rejecting her? Is she thinking she can pick on me?

Lisa lightly lifted her skirt, curtseyed, and smiled, “I know how to pick farm manure, do you?”