Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

"Don't worry, Grandpa Rosta. My focus is always on magic."

Seeing this scene, Rosta nodded with satisfaction, and then signaled Karl to continue.

"If you can't finish reading it, you can take it back, but remember to return it."

"Ok!"

Karl nodded immediately, then lowered his head and read the book seriously.

But in her heart, the girl couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 16 Original Intention

As night fell, in the huge palace of Crete, Karko was walking quickly in the corridor in a silver dress, holding a thick leather book.

Is the Holy King really the kind of person who has forgotten his original intention and gradually regards the process as the goal?

Not necessarily, at least she doesn't think so.

Although the diary seemed to be a vent for emotions and expressed various dissatisfactions, Karl did not actually feel too much regret or unwillingness from it.

Anyone who is truly dissatisfied with his or her innate ability rating should use the results of his or her own research to disprove his or her innate ability. The result he or she gets is that the conclusion he or she uses to prove the fact is definitely biased and covered up.

After all, there are only a few people who are affinity with magic, and the only one who can reach this level is probably the Holy King. It would be very difficult for him to be discovered if he made a few mistakes casually.

But the other party did not. Apart from venting his emotions in an almost playful manner at the beginning, he did not hide the flaws of his innate supernatural powers in the research he published later.

Even in his subsequent conversations, he did not even mention his innate abilities.

It's funny to say that, in the entire biography that Carl has read so far, the most mentioned innate supernatural power is not the magical affinity of this Holy King, but the magic eye of seeing through, which is also at the B level.

She didn't know how this innate ability had offended her ancestor.

Anyway, at least one or two out of ten sentences in the biography are disparaging about this person's natural supernatural power, and it seems that he is very vindictive.

So after reading it all the way, what Karl saw was that the entire biography was like a diary written accidentally by a drunk science and engineering guy.

He might have been drunk and for some reason he was venting his emotions in his diary, freely, spontaneously and without restraint.

But when his brain circuits suddenly start to jump to areas that he is familiar with, even if he is drunk, the science and engineering guy can explain some problems to you very logically and clearly.

The difference between magic, the division of magic, he will tell you the role and purpose of these studies, and what effect they will have on the future.

These words and these truths do not seem like something that a paranoid person who wants to prove that he is born with superpowers can obtain. It is more like the truth that a young man who is curious and tries and explores and finally draws conclusions.

Frankly speaking, the behavior of the first Holy King reminded Karko of those scientists, perhaps the original scientists.

With curiosity and hope, explore the unknown.

Perhaps in Grandpa Rosta's eyes, the first Holy King was doing useless work. But if there had not been this attempt by the Holy King, when would it have taken humans' understanding of magic to reach the Holy King's level?

But she saw later that in exchange for this knowledge, the Silian Theocracy was even willing to provide all the materials and manpower for forging the national treasure of the Holy Kingdom.

What a huge resource this is?

You have to know that the Grand Ceremony Magic requires at least hundreds of people to start. Considering the difficulty of the sixth rank and the fact that it has to be attached to a crown, I'm afraid that not all the priests participating in the Grand Ceremony started from the third rank.

Not to mention other things.

For just a little bit of knowledge, the Silian Theocracy is willing to pay such a huge price. It can be seen that basic knowledge is indeed the solid ladder for human progress.

Of course, the first Holy King was not necessarily a drunk scientist. It is also possible that he had some dwarf blood in him?

After all, if the dwarf is still drunk, when you talk to him about ore, he will definitely be able to make sense of it and correct your knowledge errors with righteous words, and by the way, he will severely belittle the enemies recorded in his book of hatred.

It seems reasonable to think so?

But there is no such thing as being drunk when dwarves drink. To them, a bar is like a battlefield, with only two choices: standing or lying down.

drunk?

impossible!

You see I can still drink, how can I be drunk?

Thinking of this, Karl smiled.

However, although the royal records do not state it explicitly, perhaps the first Holy King should have had a good relationship with the dwarves in the early days?

Arriving at the bedroom door, Karlko opened the door casually while holding the Biography of the Holy King in his arms, and thought rather boredly.

In fact, the origin of the first Holy King was not noble, which can be seen from his name.

The name of the King of the Holy Kingdom consists of only two parts, one is the first name and the other is the last name.

As for the other countries around, whether they are kingdoms, empires, or even the Silian Theocracy, their names all start with three sections.

Karl stuffed the book into the bookshelf in his bedroom and turned to go to his private chapel to fleece the brilliant angel cat~meow, but he saw his luxurious bedroom out of the corner of his eye.

The hollow relief, the mirror-like floor, and the magic prop shaped like a light bulb with [perpetual light] for lighting.

If he weren't a member of the royal family, Carl would never be able to enjoy these things.

But all of this made Carlo, who was originally preparing to go to the church, slowly stop.

She suddenly realized, could Grandpa Rosta really not feel the truth about the Holy King in the biography?

No, probably not.

He, or rather they, should have just subconsciously ignored it.

The first generation of Holy King might have worked hard to study these things himself, but for the current Holy Kingdom, these things can be handed over to the servants to study, and he does not need to waste time studying them.

Especially for a genius like Karko, she can definitely take a broader step forward based on the research of these people.

This approach may be correct, but it is too arrogant.

and.....

Karl suddenly turned his head and looked at the thick biography he had stuffed into the bookshelf.

Grandpa Rosta took her to the first floor of the library to get the biography. It can be seen that it should be a basic and enlightening book.

But even such a book is still kept in the royal library.

There are only a handful of priests who can come to the royal family to teach. Which of them is not seeking and longing for higher-level knowledge? Do they know that this knowledge will continue to be studied?

will not.

They will not waste their hard-earned opportunity.

When you are young, you are too proud to be touched. When you are old, even if you suddenly realize and want to make some contributions, do you still have the ability to do so?

Moreover, throughout the biography, the Saint King said that he figured it out thanks to his affinity with magic. Will other people really continue their research after seeing this?

So in the end the steps became flat ground, right?

After all, we still need a school!

Karl shook his head, turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Just like last night, the girl took a slow, deep breath, and finally knelt down in front of the statue of the God of Wind to pray.

A faint light bloomed from the girl.

But tonight, the girl's thoughts were not as calm as yesterday.

Chapter 17 Let’s Build a School!

"So what should we do? We can't just leave them alone, right?"

The familiar voice brought Karko back to her senses, and when she came to her senses again, she found herself on a wide plain.

Looking around, it's endless.

However, the blurriness of the scenery this time was far greater than that of the last dream.

Maybe there are too many images being loaded and the graphics card can't respond?

Karko lowered her head slightly, and then she found that she was on top of a towering city wall, connecting the sky and the earth. This chalky wall seemed not to be created by humans at all.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

This is a product from another world, and it is the player’s guild residence.

Just as Karko had originally expected, the six gods traveled here with their guild headquarters. However, compared to the Bone King's Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, this guild headquarters of the six gods looked much more luxurious on the surface.

The chalk wall is dozens of meters high, and inside the wall are houses with various cat elements. Some cats are cutely running back and forth on the eaves.

But their faces were now covered with mosaics.

Still can't see what it looks like.

The situation on the city wall was even more outrageous. Apart from the glorious angel cat~meow and a figure holding a sickle that looked like the god of death, everyone else's figures were blurred.

Even the sounds Carl could hear were slightly distorted.

Just when Karko was wondering why this happened, the glorious angel cat ~ Meow came to the edge of the city wall with a mosaic on his face and pointed down, and said to the player next to him who looked like the god of death.

"Do you think they can survive now?"

"If we don't help them become stronger, these people will eventually become mobile food for powerful alien species!"

When Karl heard this, he immediately came to the edge of the city wall, laid on the wall with his hands, suddenly stood up and looked down.

At this time, a large number of simple houses built with branches, weeds and mud stood outside the city wall like illegal buildings. They were of different heights and sizes, but there were many of them.

Carl could see all kinds of filth in these various buildings and across the roads.

The girl frowned subconsciously.

This is worse than slums and refugee camps.

At least they know to maintain the environmental relationship as much as possible and avoid the occurrence of diseases as much as possible.

But Karl soon felt relieved.

Because even though the faces of these people on the ground were covered with mosaics, their staggering movements and shaky postures explained their condition at the moment.

Like a walking corpse.

The most important thing is that Carl didn't see any difference in this group of people.

For example, the color of the clothes and so on, because even those who are fleeing would not be dressed in the same uniform as the people in front of them, wearing tattered linen robes, and some people were even curled up naked on the street.

Carl couldn't see any unnecessary movements from the other party, and the result was obvious.

Thinking back to what happened to humanity before the six gods arrived, she had a vague idea of what the answer was for this group of people.

Slaves, or even food in captivity?

Karl slowly ended his current state of being in the air with his hands on the wall, and his toes slowly touched the ground.

If so, now should be the time when the six gods have just descended, which is closer to the early period.

So the surrounding camps are so rough because they just rescued these people from a certain race and haven't had time to manage them yet?

Logically speaking, even if these refugees didn't know this, the six gods, as time travelers, should have been on guard.

Today, the camps under the city walls are like a stinking ditch surrounding a clear spring. Although they are different from each other, they always give people a sense of incongruity and worry.

What if these stinking ditches pollute this clear spring?

Just as Karl was thinking about this, the player who looked like the god of death, or the existence called Sirshana by later generations of humans, suddenly spoke.

"But how can we help them become stronger?"

The other party's voice was calm and cool, even with a hint of coldness, but there was no questioning involved.

He asked the questions in the Brilliant Angel Cat~Meow's request like a machine, and then began to state his reasons.

"You, me, and even everyone here, we are just elementary school graduates. We are not those bosses and CEOs who graduated from high school or even college."

“They have seen a lot of things and have experience managing thousands or even tens of thousands of people.”

“This may not be a problem for them, but what about us?”

"In the real world, we are all office workers. Let alone helping them become stronger, even managing them now is something we are all confused about."

"Besides, do you remember what Lucas said?"

"There are a full half a million people outside right now, and there's even a disease spreading. If you hadn't just used the mass detoxification technique according to the law, they would have died a long time ago. But even so, it still can't stop the spread of the disease."

"We...we don't even know where this disease is coming from."