Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Konrad Curze entered the game with great ambitions and was determined to prove something. As a result, his report on the first year of 'New Nostramo' made the Lord of Night laugh.

It became extremely gloomy.

Don't get me wrong, after experiencing the tempering of another world, he is already a qualified monarch, and can even be said to be a famous monarch through the ages - not everyone can create a completely equal utopia like him. However,

, this is not a different world.

Conrad Coates stared at the report closely, and as the reading progressed, his expression began to become more and more gloomy.

Floods caused no harvest, and all the farmers' work throughout the year was in vain.

The economy was hit hard, and officials reported one after another that people in various places were in dire straits. Some troops in remote areas even mutinied because they could not obtain enough food rations.

However, this is not the worst. In this mode, Konrad Curze exists as an ordinary person. He does not have the extraordinary physical fitness of the Primarch, and he will also grow old, sick and die - and his lifespan,

It's seventy years.

He became king at the age of twenty and reigned for seventy years. He was already a very long-lived king. However, Konrad Coates still felt that it was not enough.

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If he wants to turn this kingdom into what he wants, seventy years is definitely not enough.

Without hesitation, he began to vigorously develop people's livelihood, focusing on solving the problem of food. Although he entered the game with a mortal body, his mind was not, and the past knowledge still existed in it. Conrad Coates spent three years, walking with swords

Pianfeng vigorously developed agricultural technology and finally allowed the common people to have enough to eat three years after the flood.

But he was still not satisfied.

Conrad Coates knew the taste of hunger. He had tasted it countless times during the days when he was a midnight ghost. He knew that hunger was the number one enemy determined by human biology. Hunger can lead to anger and fear.

And the moral bottom line is infinitely lowered. Never underestimate what a person can do just to have enough food.

He made up his mind and spent another five years continuing to develop agriculture. New Nostramo prospered during these five years, and he even noticed the impact of the economy on the selling prices of wheat and rice. Under his control, Kang

At the age of twenty-eight, Radkoz succeeded in making New Nostramo the richest of the three countries.

"Surprisingly."

At the other end of the blue sand table, Robert Guilliman, who was wearing a king's robe and a laurel wreath on his head, smiled and clapped: "I appreciate your concern for the mortals very much, Curze, it's up to us to keep them fed and clothed.

What must be done is the top priority.”

"Thank you for the compliment." Konrad Koz replied calmly, then turned his head and looked at Corax standing opposite. "What about you, brother? How is your country?"

The Lord of Crows didn't seem to want to answer him. There were many reasons. The most important one was probably because there was always a small group of barbarians harassing his country. Without the body of the original body, the emperor conquered it himself.

It becomes a dangerous behavior that requires full concentration.

During these eight years of simulation, he captured all the independent forces near the kingdom. However, the aggressive military campaigns and successive wars brought about successive declines in the economy and a growing anti-war wave in the country. There were even bards.

The poet risked his life to sing the song of the cruel king on the outer wall of the palace.

He now has mixed feelings - in his past life, Corvus Corax was a liberator and a rebel, but he never really learned how to be a qualified monarch. He liberated the Redeemer, but failed to do so.

It has not been managed in a real sense. Everything is done on behalf of the bureaucrats sent by the emperor.

They did well, very well. But the better they did, the more Corax now hated himself for not realizing it.

Konrad Coates chuckled, lowered his head, and continued to devote himself to the simulation.

In the ninth year, floods struck again, with consecutive months of rain being the culprit. Fortunately, Coates was well prepared, and the dam and diversion made the floods disappear. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, in the first month of the next year, brutal

People's attacks made him angry.

Especially after seeing the tragic situation of those border cities after being plundered, Konrad Coze almost gritted his teeth. He immediately mobilized the army and began to exterminate them. There was no peace negotiation at all. Anyone who wanted to stain his hands with fresh

The aliens with the blood of Nostramo must pay the price with their lives!

"There is no peace talk!" the bard sang loudly at the foot of the palace. "The king said firmly, there is no peace talk! We will let the blood debt be paid with blood, and we will let the fathers who have lost their children, the mothers who have lost their children, and the children who have lost their parents see it with their own eyes.

The murderer’s destruction!”

During the two-year war, Konrad Curze ruthlessly rejected the aliens' requests for negotiation many times and exterminated them all.

His treasury was substantial, and the grain trade with Guilliman allowed New Nostramo's economy to develop very well. He could still sustain the consumption of the two-year war. At the age of thirty-two, his

The reputation reached its highest point. Internal and external troubles were all eliminated, but Konrad Coates was still not satisfied.

He wants more.

So he began to develop technology, culture, and law. He began to improve the moral consciousness of this medieval civilized individual. He wanted to make New Nostramo a country that never closed its doors at night.

At the same time, he still did not forget to pay attention to the people's livelihood and strengthen the army. Although it was a simulation, if he did not choose to rest for a long time, the system would force him to feel tired, and even endanger his lifespan in the long run.

Conrad Coates found a trick. He only slept four hours a day and stuck his health points between good and sick for six years.

In the past six years, the atmosphere of New Nostramo has completely changed from beginning to end. The streets have been renovated, money is collected, and homes are kept open at night. Everyone is required to know the most basic arithmetic and literacy. This is not a simple matter.

An achievement. Guilliman greatly appreciated this.

"Your achievements really astound me, brother." Robert Guilliman looked at the simulated sand table on the other side of Konrad Curze with sparkling eyes. "New Nostramo has become a new one in your hands."

A gem!”

Konrad Curze smiled reservedly, he would not be complacent about this. Guilliman is a master in this area, and his country has begun to move towards the next era of science and technology. The merchants brought back

The news surprised him. While he was still busy teaching people how to read, Robert Guilliman had already begun to consider building universities in various places.

And what about Corax?

Well... His situation has improved somewhat, but it is very limited. The Lord of the Redemption Star obviously does not understand this aspect very well. Although he works hard, there are some things that the harder he works, the more he makes mistakes.

For example, you can't leave logistical matters entirely to officials - the treasury must be personally visited by the king every month, and even inspected, otherwise how to prevent corruption? Corax understands this truth, but he

Only after the national treasury was depleted did we understand.

He angrily slid the sand table and clicked on it, obviously doing some micro-manipulation.

Conrad Coates wanted to laugh at him.

However, a destroyed planet appeared in his mind. The Lord of Night was silent for a moment, and then continued to devote himself to the simulation.

At the age of thirty-eight, he began to slow down his development. He knew that he could not rush for immediate success. So, another ten years passed.

During these ten years, the development of New Nostramo has slowed down, but its overall depth has increased. People have enough food and clothing, books to read, and those with brains can continue to study in school.

You can easily support yourself even if you don't have ambitions here. For a medieval civilization, this place was simply paradise.

——Then, as if the system was trying to make it more difficult for him, a plague began to break out in the north of New Nostramo. Conrad Coates was horrified and immediately began to investigate. He found that this kind of

The disease spread from the country of Corax and was called the Black Death, also known as the plague.

After seeing the explanation provided by the system, Konrad Kurtz raised his head and glared at Corax, who pursed his lips tightly: "You are really a wise monarch!"

"I..." Corax was at a loss for words. He managed to stop the loss, but the people in his country did not pay attention to sanitary conditions and gave birth to a large number of rats. Even the palace was full of rats.

, they carry deadly germs, and soon the entire country is devastated.

Konrad Coze controlled his avatar to choose a speech. He asked ten standard bearers to go to each city and let the most famous local bard read out his speech. The first step in the early stage stabilized Xinnuo

The hearts of the people of Stramore, they believed in their king and believed in his words.

As a result, the idea that the 'plague' came from God's punishment was quickly erased, and Coates began to seek a cure using advanced medical methods at the time. He was lucky, he was discovered early, and the north was isolated. He

It's also unfortunate. In the Middle Ages, there was no so-called antidote to plague.

Just waiting to die.

Looking into the eyes of the dead civilians, Conrad Coates stood there trembling, his face tense, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

——Until their death, these civilians chose to believe him and did not leave the isolation area he had set up.

"Corvus Corax!" A roar sounded on the sand table. "You should have kept them well fed and clothed, and properly treated when they were sick -! But what have you done?!

"

"..."

The Lord of Crows closed his eyes, and the simulation was extremely real. Except for the unequal flow of time, he could even clearly see through the eyes of his avatar the common people at the foot of the palace who were pitifully begging the gods for forgiveness.

So he had nothing to say.

Robert Guilliman's voice sounded at the right time: "The matter has come to this, we must help him."

He looked seriously at his two brothers, with laurels on their heads but tired faces. The plague had also spread to his country: "The development of civilization takes time. We cannot currently develop an antidote for this disease, but we can

We can use certain methods in the future to slow down the rate of infection."

He closed his eyes: "...As long as all the carriers die, the Black Death will not spread again. Corax, we will send troops into your country and let them-"

"——No, that's not necessary."

Corax said bitterly and pressed the button to end the game. His country immediately fell into darkness, and the sand table turned into points of light and disappeared. He almost shed tears: "I am not a qualified king, and I failed them.

"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched in the face by Konrad Coates. Then he was punched again, knocking him to the ground. Coates, who was wearing a black robe and a simple crown on his head, held him down.

On the ground, there is no image at all.

The Lord of the Night's expression was so angry that it almost made Robert Guilliman feel that the Midnight Haunter was back: "How dare you say such a thing?! How could you say such a thing?!"

Corax looked at him confused.

"How can you give up on them early?!" Conrad Coates said filial piety. "The descendants of the unforgivable person can also enjoy a second chance! And these people are just sick, you

You actually chose to run away like a coward?!"

"I have mobilized the army to help you, but you chose to end the game? No, no! This is not the Corvus Corax I know. You are much better than me. How could you just do this?

Choose to be a coward?!"

Corax wanted to retort, but couldn't say a word. He wanted to push Konrad Curze away, but stopped when he saw the latter's face became tired and his eyes were sunken due to the influence of the simulation.

.

He saw that his lips were trembling.

"You can't—" Curze was almost speechless. "They can still be saved—Emperor!"

"Don't get too excited, brother!"

Guilliman hurriedly came over and comforted them. Although this was just a simulation, it would not be a good thing if the mental body was harmed. He did not want to see the relationship between the two of them that had been improved become worse just because of a game.

Oops.

However, beyond his expectation, Konrad Coates let go of his hand at this moment and returned to his sand table.

"Stand to my side, Corus Corax!" he growled.

The Lord of Crows walked over in confusion.

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At eight o'clock in the morning the next day, Guilliman walked out of the gate of the Raven Guard station with empty steps. The mental fatigue caused by the simulation was real. Although he was still physically energetic, but...

Those seventy years of ascending to the throne did not pass by in a flash.

Recalling the sight of Corax standing next to Konrad Curze, Robert Guilliman smiled. There was no winner in that game, and Konrad Curze died in the fifty-third year of the simulation.

He died of overwork. Guilliman followed him, only surviving two years longer.

All this is because of the deadly plague.

They have no heirs, so no one knows what will happen to the throne after death - the game is over, and the next time you start the simulation, it will be a completely different situation.

However, somehow, Guilliman felt very relaxed.

"Father..." He smiled and lowered his head. "Conrad Coates has indeed changed."