Ride and Cut

After listening to the court secrets that would not be spread out in a leisurely manner, Li Cha raised a finger and started his own narration.

"First of all, there must be a new world in which crazy Titans and undead live. I have personally verified this, and it is impossible to go wrong. If you don't believe it, the space rift in Allen Town is there, you can go and see it."

Prince Schmidt's eyes dimmed instantly.

"That's right, the heads of the three titans cannot be faked. Secondly, what about the second?"

"Secondly." The lord raised his second finger, "It should be true that the Titans can send the undead over now. I saw giant rhinos transformed into zombies in Allen Town. You should know that the giant rhinos became extinct seven or eight thousand years ago."

"I...fuck it!" Schmidt swears in a rare way, and slammed his fist on the table, "Master Richard, can't you give me good news tonight?"

"Good news, let me think about it..." Li Cha rubbed his chin and snapped his fingers suddenly, "The good news is that the Titans really can't make it by themselves, otherwise they wouldn't be able to give up chasing me."

This is really good news, but for Pompeii, who is struggling to deal with the undead, it has no meaning at all

It's like a kid who is fighting for candy with his friends, how can he be happy when he suddenly hears that the five great magisters of the kingdom have decided to cancel the joint action against him.

"Wait a minute, let me calm down." Prince Schmidt hugged the ice bucket containing the wine bottle and plunged into it.

It took three or four minutes before he straightened up and pushed the ice bucket away.

"Okay, very good." He shook his head vigorously, his lion-like thick mane was covered with icicles, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold, "Go on, I can resist."

"According to the current situation, there is a spatial rift in Allen Town, and there is another one on the border between Pompeii and San Jose." Richard handed him a napkin, feeling a bit unbearable, "It's hard to say whether there are other spatial rifts, and it's not clear yet."

"Ah..." Schmidt didn't bother to wipe his face, and sighed in a daze, "In this situation, we can't put all our hopes on the Mad Titan standing still. We must actively prepare early."

"Indeed." The lord nodded.

As expected of someone who has been an officer, his mind is still clear enough at critical moments.

Although there is no definite information that the Titans are preparing to launch a war, there is no doubt that all living beings in the world on the other side should mobilize in advance to prepare for the unprecedented disaster of the undead.

"But now the country is also very troublesome and chaotic." The burly prince picked up a napkin and blew his nose vigorously. "Internal and external troubles really seem to be a sign of the country's collapse."

"When necessary, just cut the mess quickly." Even Li Cha himself was not very confident.

After the cowherd case, he has a deeper understanding of politics. Doesn't the trick of cutting the mess with a sharp knife work well at all times-even if all the cowherds are sent to the guillotine, can they be replaced by new ones?

Temporary simplicity and rudeness may save the emergency, but it will only bring longer-term hidden dangers.

This is just a cowherd who cares about animals, not to mention the more complicated and exquisite rules in the capital.

"If only it were that simple." Schmidt obviously understood this truth and sighed dejectedly.

He suddenly took out a palm-sized bag from his pocket and threw it to the lord of the Alpine Fort across the table.

"What?" Li Cha took out a few pieces of paper and a metal badge through the bag.

"Your marquis canonization document."

"Marquis?" The lord blew a whistle, and threw the bag aside casually, "Is it a bit rushed to jump so many levels at once?"

He doesn't care much about the title now, after all, strength is fundamental.

If you have a title but no strength, you will either be unable to hold it or be a vase. And as long as the strength is strong enough, it doesn't matter whether you have a title or not. The pioneering baron still treats the real marquis as a bum.

"To be able to hunt a target at the level of a Titan, you have to work hard to win over it in any country. A marquis title is not an exaggeration." Prince Schmidt said, "In addition, I have designated a few wineries on the Bordeaux Plain for you. They are very valuable, and the title deeds are also included."

"I thought that a grand ceremony should be held for the promotion of nobles."

Schmidt blinked his eyes twice, forced a smile, "It should have been, but I'm really not in the mood, anyway, you just know it yourself."

"All right."

"By the way, Baker asked me to tell you—although I have sat in the position that countless people desire, I still feel happier when I'm out on the streets with my buddies." The burly bear-like prince shrugged, "This kid seems to be too introverted sometimes, and I have to convey the problems that can be solved with a communication magic stone."

Li Cha smacked his lips, "Bedrick is actually quite awkward."

"Maybe."

"How many high-level swordsmen are there in the kingdom now, the kind that can't improve after training." The lord seemed to have made up his mind, and asked suddenly.

He had given a notice that Sargerei was killed by Beruni's assassination, but he had never mentioned to anyone outside Alpine Fort that Beruni had successfully advanced to Juggernaut.

Ever since that handbook fell into the hands of a miser like him, it has been hidden in the interspatial ring and has never seen the light of day again.

"Say it before I regret it."

Prince Schmidt replied without thinking: "There used to be one, but now there is none."

"Not one?" Li Cha suddenly raised his head and raised his eyebrows, his face full of disbelief.

The mass base of battle qi is much broader than that of magic. Pompeii even has five magisters, but he can't find a single high-level swordsman.

"That's right, fighting qi is easy to learn but hard to master, so it's difficult to reach a high level. In addition, there is no hope for a sword master." The big man said as a matter of course: "Except for the idiot like brother Sargerei who is dedicated to breakthroughs, other swordsmen will not continue to waste time and energy honing their fighting spirit even if they can be promoted to a higher level."

"Oh!" The lord was stunned.

If the high-level is further subdivided into one hundred equal parts, the high-level of five points and the high-level of ninety seem to be very different, but the pure battle qi is basically the same.

Since there is almost no hope for an advanced Juggernaut, and the benefits of continuing to sharpen his fighting spirit are pitifully small, of course smart people will not continue to die. Thinking about something else is the most beneficial choice.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Prince Schmidt asked curiously.

"It's okay..." Li Cha was expressionless.

It will take at least three to five years to polish from a high-level of five points to a level of more than ninety points, where you can start preparing for advancement. What's more, the last step is extremely difficult, and it is conservatively estimated that at least 90% of them will be stuck.

Even if you give them the secret code, it will not be able to quench your thirst, so you might as well keep it for yourself.