"Yes, I allow it."
Kant nodded, even though he didn't quite understand it.
"Thank you for your authorization, my Lord.", the mages lowered their heads to express their gratitude.
As they spoke softly, they chanted the magic incantation of the Enfath Empire. Within the gemstones inlaid with silver and precious materials, a faint wave of ripples appeared and gradually lit up.
The King's sword in Kant's hand let out an intimidating cry.
A faint golden light streaked across the gilded pattern.
An epiphany appeared in Kant's mind. The incantation and staff from the mages beside him released a wave of mind power that wrapped around the King's sword, it was like the sword was welcoming the enchanting as well. The spell invited the elven divine power contained in the sword to heal the Bunduk, who was lying on the bed in front of him, his face was pale and was heavily injured.
In Kant's heart, if he wanted to, he could cut off this connection at any time. Moreover, he could borrow the elven divine power on the King's sword to intimidate the mind power that came to communicate with him. He could even cut it off directly.
This was equivalent to a psychic attack, or it could be called a soul attack.
Thus, the mages would carefully ask Kant for permission to come into contact with these elven divine powers first.
This was because Kant had to be focused and cleared his mind. Otherwise, if the King's sword sensed something wrong, it would instantly explode with terrifying power.
As mages who used their spiritual power to directly come into contact with the elven divine power, they would probably be destroyed by this power on the spot. They might even find their souls directly along the spiritual power. The consequences would be terrible!
If they were lucky, their spiritual power would be weakened and become an ordinary person.
If they were unlucky, they might even become an idiot with only three years old intelligence!
Thinking of this, the mages became even more cautious.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})The spiritual power of the elves had already been drawn out.
It carried with it the glorious might of a sovereign king.
Golden light flickered on the gold-plated scabbard and hilt. Even on the body of the sword scabbard, the gold-plated part was also releasing a gentle and inviolable power.
The grace of the emperor was like the sea, and the might of the emperor was like the abyss.
As the emperor, the grace could nourish all things, and the anger could also burn the world.
However, what was displayed now was the grace from Kant.
Under the guidance of the mages, this gentle elven divine power slowly came into contact with Bunduk's bandaged abdomen. Ignoring the physical barrier, the golden light slowly descended.
"Zi Zi Zi --"
A slight sound, like a ladle of oil meets cold water.
Curling black smoke instantly spread out in the golden light.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh..."
Bunduk's already pale face suddenly appeared a few abnormal red.
He was still in a daze and let out a few unconscious moans, as if he was in great pain. His face was full with cold sweat, suddenly wet the surrounding pillows and sheets.
"The energy is neutralized."
The mages opened their mouths and explained in a grave tone, "It's a normal phenomenon."
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The golden light finally entered Bunduk's chest and abdomen.
The sizzling sound that was originally like frying meat disappeared, and even the black smoke became fainter and fainter.
Bunduk's face regained its calmness.
However, his face was still pale. In a short moment, the cold sweat on his head had soaked through the surface of the bedsheets and pillows. Clearly, when the positive and negative energy was neutralized, the conflict between the two powers was still intense.
"Treatment is over."
The mages let out a sigh of relief.
The mages withdrew their spiritual power, and the King's sword in Kant's hand also ended with a light hum.
The golden light on the gilded pattern also disappeared.
Regarding this, the mages turned their heads and said to James, "Lord James, the corrosive nature of the negative energy has already been suppressed and neutralized by the gentle positive energy. Next, it is up to your medical skills to complete it. You can save lord Bunduk's life through surgery and follow-up recuperation, allowing him to completely recover."
"Thank you very much.", James nodded his head sincerely.
"Well done."
Kant also praised them.
These mages from the Enfath Empire were indeed much stronger than when they were mage apprentices. Whether it was their performance in the battle or their use of magic knowledge in daily life, they were beyond compared to their apprentices-selves.
No matter how good the apprentices were, they still could not compare to the mages who were in combat status every day.
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The mages lowered their heads and responded humbly.
At this moment, Bunduk, who was still lying on the bed, opened his eyes slightly. His pale face turned a little red as he said weakly, "Water..."
"Bunduk is awake!"
James was pleasantly surprised. "As expected of magic, it's remarkably effective!"
He quickly picked up the wooden bowl of warm water beside him, he walked over and handed it to Bunduk. "Mr. Bunduk, the water is here. Drink it quickly. However, don't drink too much water because you lose too much blood. I will arrange the most appropraite recuperation later so that you can recover quickly and return to your previous health."
"Oh, it's Mr. James."
Bunduk blinked and glanced weakly at Kant and the mages beside him.
Suddenly, his dizzy head regained its clarity. He struggled to sit up. "I'm sorry, Lord Kant. I seem to have been injured and did not complete the mission you gave me."
"Don't be too polite.", Kant saw that he had regained consciousness and smiled. "Rest well. Your mission has been completed. That abyssal demon has been completely killed.". He paused and then comforted Bunduk. "This village still needs you to protect it. Get well as soon as possible. Your mission is still very important."
"I will. I will get well as soon as possible."
Bunduk nodded solemnly.
"Alright, James. You will treat Bunduk. If there is no emergency situation in this room, do not let outsiders in. Otherwise, the infection will cause his illness to worsen."
The matter was basically settled, and Kant also advised considerately, "James, in the next few months, the village will have to rely on you to maintain it. Please be careful. If anything happens, I will arrange for Firentis or Rolf to come and help."
"Understood.", James nodded.
However, there was a hint of awkwardness on his face. "If it's Rolf, I don't think there's a need. Things in the village aren't busy at the moment, I can handle it by myself.". His tone was a little hesitant, "I think Mr. Bunduk doesn't want to see Rolf when he's recuperating."
"That's right. I feel like I'm recovering very quickly.", Bunduk also declined. "If Rolf comes over, it won't be enough to cause trouble for us."
"Then I'll respect your opinion."
Kant shrugged.
The relationship between the two NPC factions was quite complicated.
However, they basically never communicated with each other. Even in the tavern, it was considered a good relationship if they were indifferent to each other. If they were on bad terms, they would draw their swords and look for trouble after they drank too much.
However, they did not need to help each other. It was good that they could help each other.
Rolf's task at the posthouse was equally difficult.
More and more fine white salt from the Oasis Lookout appeared at the Stone Pass. After earning a large amount of silver coins, it also attracted more and more greedy gazes.
Those noble families would not let go of this huge sum of money easily.
Baron Dylan was indeed at the front.
But those greedy nobles would not be intimidated by a small baron like him.
It was probably while Kant was talking here, there might be many evil-minded trade caravan appeared at the posthouse.
Who knew how many spies wanted to escape Rolf and the desert bandits'patrol and go to the Oasis Lookout, but they were cut off by the desert bandits who were patrolling everywhere at all times with machetes and thrown into the desert as warning signs, they were told what would happen if they did not follow the rules.
Kant would not be merciful to those who were spying on his own estate.
Rolf's had very high authority in the posthouse.
He was even allowed to lead his troops to attack when he was faced with a possible enemy and did not need to report!
Kant walked out of Bunduk's recuperation room.
He still had many things to deal with.
For example, the current "Aaron" Village had reached the level up stage.
However, just before the level up, Kant still needed to plan the current terrain. After all, the Senwaya Range was located in a mountainous area, and the usable land was extremely small. It couldn't be compared to the flat land of the Nahrin Desert.
At the very least, the Nahrin Desert could be built at will without considering the terrain.
But the Senwaya Range was another case.
Although there were about 1,600 acres of flat land on the mountain peak, it couldn't be built arbitrarily.
Kant wanted not only villages, but also towns and cities.
What he wanted was a production base with agriculture, animal husbandry, breeding, and handicraft as its core, which could supply at least two city-level production bases for nearly 30,000 people, and a crucial backline for the entire force!
All the buildings that he had won in the lottery would be built here.
A mere 1,600 arcs of flat land on top of the mountain would not be able to meet his future arrangements.
Therefore, the planning had to be even more careful.
Especially in the deeper parts of the Senwaya Range, which was close to the size of a primitive forest, a good plan in advance would definitely allow a city that was well-built in the future to step into a glorious development.
Kant already had some plans in his mind.
He came to the outside of the council hall.
He looked at the flat area behind the council hall.
With a thought, the 50 traditional Rhodok houses immediately appeared.
The data flow was spreading. The houses made of wood were clearly layered, thick, and beautiful. They were indeed the traditional houses of the Rhodok people. The wooden houses built on the mountain had good resistance to damps, earthquakes, and floods.
After all, the Rhodok mountain area was not comparable to the Swadian Plain.
Even if there was a large amount of stone, in order to prevent earthquakes, floods, and other disasters, wooden buildings were used.
This was the wisdom of the Rhodok people.
At the same time, the 400 refugees from Kingdom of Rhodoks were selected by Kant.
As the golden light dispersed, groups of refugees came with groups at the foot of the mountain. They were full of joy as they looked at the river and hydraulic mill at the foot of the mountain, as well as the city wall and sentry tower at the top of the mountain. Their eyes were filled with respect for the future.
The Ravenstern rangers came down to arrange for them.
The 100 Rhodok peasants were still busy gathered to welcome the arrival of their new companions. They opened the gate and helped them carry their luggage, kept asking about their well-being.
The Rhodok people could be said to be the most united.
After all, being able to establish a country independently and resist the oppression of the Kingdom of Swadia was a symbol of unity.
And the backbone of the Kingdom of Rhodoks, the Rhodok's phalanx formation, required their compatriots to stand shoulder to shoulder and believe in their comrades by their side. Only by uniting together would they be able to bring out their greatest power.
Only by believing in their compatriots could they win the future.
The Rhodok people firmly believed in this.
