After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Seeing that the station could reach both the surface and the underground, Yang Hao became even more determined to develop the network system. However, if he still relied on Mr. Arthur, he might get hit by Viya's stick before Mr. Arthur died on the job.

Therefore, we must carry out education in Bayez and Gaparia... Yes, elves are already masters of countless skills due to their lifespan, so why can't we let elves teach in Bayez?

This would not only save time and money, but most importantly, it would allow for greater mutual understanding and provide a plausible basis for building a "University City" on the border between Bayerzans and the Elf Forest, followed by the construction of a new capital city based on that "University City"...

In this way, the people don't have to worry about their children being born to do manual labor, the nobles can learn more knowledge from foreign lands, the elves won't be idle, and our family won three times with almost no investment—a triple win, in short—is there a problem with this? Of course not!

Yang Hao really has to thank the existence of this "Net Path"... If it weren't for the "Net Path", his previously exhausted mind probably wouldn't be as sharp as it is now.

But this means I'll have to examine all of Gaparia's hidden technologies one by one.

Otherwise, who knows how much technology with infinite possibilities the elves have wasted? Amidst these sighs, Yang Hao and his group finally arrived at the network station located in the area surrounding the Roman capital on the evening of the 12th, and hid in a concealed spot on the surface to rest for a while.

Yang Hao appeared somewhat tired. It wasn't because using the network would have a negative impact on his health, but rather because the network sites that the elves built haphazardly, without any planning, were simply too outrageous.

Although the sprites have labeled every online site... aren't you guys doing it a little too perfectly?

There are three villages within a ten-kilometer radius, so you built a station around each of the three villages. Then, to facilitate transportation between the stations, you connected them into a spiderweb-like structure...

"This is even more outrageous than the Spiderweb Avenue in the capital of Isgard..." Miss Black Dragon, equally bewildered, exclaimed subconsciously. "While it is convenient, for some people with no sense of direction, even with a map, this is a nightmare structure... Couldn't you elves have made it a little more convenient when you built it?"

“Miss Black Dragon, there’s something wrong with what you’re saying—His Majesty the Regent wasn’t in our country back then, and we built this only for the use of the rangers. Who knew that the rangers would turn what was originally just a few main roads of the [Netway] into this?” The Archmage shrugged. “So this isn’t our fault; it’s the rangers who are out there who should be blamed.”

"This is something even your rangers can expand?!"

"Theoretically, it's possible. But in most cases, a mage will have to step in."

"Really...?"

Nia seemed to have once again become completely absorbed in Gaparia's powerful magical techniques. Yang Hao, on the other hand, took this opportunity to discuss the important matter of infiltrating the distant capital of Roman with another elven master.

Although they were indeed disguised as people from Isgard, the capital of Roman was a place with extremely strict entry and exit controls. They certainly couldn't go directly through the main gate, but even if they wanted to go through the side gate, they had to avoid being discovered by the garrison left behind.

This time, it wasn't just one person infiltrating, but a full twenty-one people—including Yang Hao, who was a complete burden except for knowing the map of the royal capital... Their infiltration was extremely difficult, but fortunately, Ysgard would provide assistance.

“When Miss Black Dragon transforms and causes chaos, have her fly towards the other side of the city wall so we can sneak in from there,” the master said, pointing to the black dragon, Nia. Upon hearing her name mentioned, Nia immediately sat up straight, somewhat affectedly. “This way, we can easily pass through two unavoidable paths and walls... but this will allow Miss Nia to leave faster than we expect... leaving us less time to rescue people and cast teleportation spells.”

"That's acceptable. So let's put the infiltration issue aside for now—let's talk about intelligence. I remember Anna and the others have a mage's tracking spell on them?"

Yang Hao's question stemmed from information the elves had gathered long ago.

For elves, a race naturally attuned to magic, it's easy to tell whether someone has been corrupted by magic. Naturally, they easily discovered the tracking spell cast on the little queen and the chief judge simply by sight.

This is a particularly tricky spell, both tactically and strategically, and the elves have plenty of ways to deal with it—but if they want Ysgard to take the blame, they'll have to adjust their own approach...

The elves turned their attention to Nia, who twitched her lips and said that she would fly directly to Gaparia under the cover of night, and then wait for the elves to transfer the Tracking spell to her intact at Fingel's place. After that, she would fly around the sea until the spell wore off before returning.

"That way they'll assume it was us, the Issugardians, who carried out this operation—after all, in their minds, only the Issugardians and the Aleserans frequent the coast. As for why we took off from Gaparia first? Well, that's because we wanted to frame Gaparia..."

"...It sounds reasonable, but I have a feeling the Romans will directly target us..."

"Then we'll proceed halfway?"

"It's not impossible..."

They chattered and discussed for a long time, and finally confirmed that the tracking spell would be used to transfer the object at the edge of the Monster Forest. The matter was then temporarily settled.

As the moon rose, under the protection of the elves, Yang Hao ate and then drifted off to sleep.

He dreamt of the little queen's innocent face many times. He hadn't forgotten how this adorable little girl would rush over to him with joy every time he returned. He dreamt of the chief judge, because without her efforts, he wouldn't have been able to persevere until now.

Without exaggeration, they are among the most important people in Yang Hao's life right now—although in terms of status they are certainly not as important as Theresa, who has been sucking the wounds of his wounds and climbing to where he is now, nor as important as Fen, who gave him another chance for revenge, nor even as important as Naruja, who has provided him with countless assistance... but they are still very important to Yang Hao.

He had to save the two women who were important to him—just as Yang Hao was murmuring this in his sleep, he woke up with a faint silver light flashing before his eyes.

It was already the morning of January 13th.

After eating a hot meal with the help of the elves, they saw a large number of troops appearing at the main gate of the royal capital from a hidden high ground.

The elves were estimating the numbers, while Yang Hao was looking at the flags of the troops.

In the Roman Empire, different units had distinct flags. By recognizing these flags, one could roughly determine the composition of these armies.

In Yang Hao's eyes, this army not only carried the royal banner of the Roman royal family, but also the banners of the Imperial Knights, the Royal Capital Garrison, and the magic banners of the Mage Corps.

In other words, did Garsen transfer half of the capital's garrison just to hold a meeting with General Dreschka?

Yang Hao was trying to estimate the number of people in the city, while the elves had already provided a precise estimate:

"This force should number around eight thousand men, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will most likely rejoin the Aleserans..."

"Eight thousand men to protect Garsen for a meeting, only he would squander money like that... Alright, let's keep waiting. Entering the capital during the day will only bring more danger—Miss Nia, you should continue to rest, we'll need you tonight."

"...Tsk."

Nia rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by Yang Hao's tone of treating her like a beast of burden.

But then she realized that she had indeed played a useless role in this operation... so in the end, Nia gave up thinking and chose to follow Yang Hao's advice, continuing to rest in her sleeping bag.

The infiltration team spent a long day outside. During this time, they observed that the capital had entered a state of martial law after Garsen left, and the mage towers still guarded by mages were emitting a faint, eerie glow. More importantly, at Roman Palace, there was the equally lofty mage tower of the Night Witch.

The mage tower emitted a familiar black smoke, a sign that the tower was functioning normally and its owner was active nearby. He knew he was destined to encounter his former lover, but he had also prepared a trump card to fight Priscilla, or even kill her...

However, the magic of night is indeed too troublesome. This kind of magic is extremely difficult to deal with both strategically and tactically... and must be treated with utmost care.

On the other hand... if we make the blind golems bear the negative effects of night magic in the future, wouldn't that mean the Night Witch would be useless on the battlefield?

Yang Hao fell into deep thought, and just then, Nia, who had gotten up at some point, said that she saw a caravan loaded with goods moving along the national highway.

"With rebel forces causing trouble everywhere in the central district, what caravan can possibly make its way through the encirclement to the capital without being robbed?"

Yang Hao was puzzled. He looked in the direction Nia pointed and indeed saw a caravan carrying heavy loads of goods.

"No? There really are... What are they transporting? It looks so heavy..."

Could it be that they're transporting steel for forging armor and swords? Before Yang Hao could voice this question, Nia said strangely that it might be transporting fine food or ingredients—because she seemed to smell fresh, chilled seafood.

"No, how did you smell those scents? We're about three or four kilometers away from there."

"Sharks can smell blood from tens of kilometers away in the sea, so it's normal for us Black Dragons to be able to smell food from kilometers away on land, right?! In short, I smelled fresh sea fish, and I also smelled some high-end ingredients... Wait, is the Roman Empire really suffering from a famine?"

Yang Hao strangely recalled the cannibalism in the parish and the uprisings caused by starving farmers that were now spreading throughout Roman, then he nodded:

"They are indeed experiencing a famine."

"Then why are they still able to transport fresh seafood across several war-torn regions using horse-drawn carts loaded with ice? If they had that kind of transport capacity, they would have survived this famine long ago, wouldn't they?"

"To be honest, I don't understand it either."

"Weren't you the regent of the Roman Empire?" Nia exclaimed in surprise. "You were the regent, you should know about the Romans, right?"

As a result, Yang Hao could only smile wryly: if he understood the Romans, he would be the regent of the elves and Bayezid now.

"During my time in the Roman Empire, I also felt out of place with my sworn brother's family and this strange country..."

In response to Yang Hao's reply, Nia only showed an extremely strange and disgusted expression.

She genuinely couldn't understand this "the front lines are in dire need, the rear is in disarray" approach to governance. Perhaps Isgard was far too civilized compared to Roman Empire, to the point that Nia not only felt a physical aversion to Roman Empire but even questioned whether using the Roman Empire as a colony was truly the right thing to do...

Is it really necessary for them to support a group of Romans mining? Can't they just throw them into the sea to feed the fish and then have them immigrate over from their side?

Nia grinned, ultimately deciding to give the Romans a chance. However, despite her thoughts, she couldn't help but scoff at how decadent the Roman nobility had become.

"...Alright then. It seems the people of the capital are living quite comfortably, with fresh seafood and high-end ingredients—something unimaginable in our Isgard."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the president made a vow. If there is ever a famine in Isugard, she, as president, will not only set an example by eating salted fish, but will also personally supervise the entire bureaucracy to do the same, so that the country can survive the famine."

She shrugged, feeling incredibly proud of her family's "President's Daughter," and suddenly realized that such a wonderful "President's Daughter" was not young anymore.

She's already over 100 years old; it's time for her to get married. Although everyone is confident in the long lifespan of vampires, without a stable marital relationship and a young heir, Isgard will still be plagued by insecurity.

After all, no one can guarantee that the next elected president will be an enlightened vampire like Margarita. But if Margarita, who has devoted everything to the country, were to have children and educate them, they could at least have a relatively enlightened successor.

....Um...

Why can't we go a step further and ensure that this heir also inherits the genes of His Majesty the Regent?

Thinking of this, Nia's gaze towards Yang Hao became very strange.

Upon closer reflection, much of His Majesty the Regent's knowledge was acquired through learning... but his quick thinking, passionate dedication to his work, and love for the country also demonstrate his ability to educate his children better...

The President teaches enlightenment and the supremacy of the nation, His Majesty the Regent imparts the wisdom of critical thinking and a passion for work... and finally, Nia personally teaches the child the basics of the importance of industrial development...

...Perfect. What could be more perfect than this lineup? There isn't, is there?

But the problem is, how do we solve the prerequisites for this perfect lineup? That's another good question... Hmm... What's up? His Majesty the Regent?

You said that teleportation can be done across continents? If we successfully experiment with the technology you gave us in Ysgard and actually teleport things to Elusia, wouldn't that mean the President could come and talk to you about some diplomatic matters in person?

By then, the geographical constraints will be resolved... So, how about you become our Regent of Isgard, traveling between the two continents several times a day for work? If you find it tiring, you can live in Isgard, no problem...

We guarantee we'll send you a Siren to subdue you completely... but how do we get you to agree to that?

Nia recalled that although His Majesty the Regent was ruthless and cruel, he was still a gentleman who would repay both kindness and wrongdoing.

...Avenging wrongs is a must, and repaying kindness is a must...

A debt of gratitude must be repaid... A debt of gratitude must be repaid...

Miss Black Dragon glanced at the ballistae on the distant Roman capital—from a distance, they appeared to be javelins, but they were considerably smaller than those on the Aresser warship, and their power was certainly much less...

When the time comes, I'll fly high and deliberately get hit, then go back and appeal to his emotions. Wouldn't that allow me to gain the Regent's coveted favor, and then save that favor for the right time?

...Nia thought it was feasible.

Yang Hao, for some reason, shuddered.

I just felt like someone was trying to harm me.

Chapter 10: The Witch's Betrayal 8K —2

On the night of the 13th, as Yang Hao and the elves secretly approached the rhomboid city wall on the east side of the Roman capital, the black dragon Nia was calculating the time while preparing all the steps for her dragon transformation.

The magic power on the continent of Elusia is much stronger than that on the continent of Orros—although the magic power here always gives her a strange feeling, in the end, casting magic here in Elusia is better than back home.

Although the transformation of dragons into humans and dragons is not considered a form of magic, the process would be much easier if aided by magic.

The only problem was that even Nia herself didn't know what changes would occur if she transformed into a dragon under such smooth circumstances. It was like someone who had eaten Wallace worrying even about having diarrhea before they could fart; Nia was somewhat concerned that she might overdo it and end up driving the capital's garrison into the palace, thus suffering a greater loss than gain...

...I still need to limit my efforts, not to mention I have to fake it, pretending to be injured, so that His Majesty the Regent will owe me a favor...

Thinking of this, Nia sighed heavily:

"Although I had considered that Gaparia and Bayern are not monogamous countries now, this man is indeed quite troublesome... It's not that he's slow-witted, but rather that he's not slow-witted, which makes him difficult to deal with—I can only force him to make it a fait accompli through some schemes and tricks."