"This should be considered a success!" Clemont raised his hand with difficulty, and a tiny flash of thunder flashed in his hand.
"How is this possible? Since it was successful, why didn't the ancient god's shadow appear?" Fernandi's brows were almost knitted together at this moment.
"Huh? The phantom of the ancient god? What is that?" Clemont asked curiously after hearing Teacher Fernandi's soliloquy.
At this moment, in order to figure out this matter, Fernandi did not care about anything else, and immediately explained the entire process of obtaining elemental affinity.
After listening, Clemont looked confused on the surface, but kept apologizing in his heart: "Teacher Fernandi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you! I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"Um, teacher, is it possible that everyone's physique is different, so the process is also different!" Seeing that Teacher Fernandi was almost doubting life, Clemont said bravely.
"This is the only possibility. You are the second person to use this ancient ritual. It is possible that there are things I don't understand!"
Seeing Teacher Fernandi's brows relax, Clemont also breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Teacher, you just said that the ancient god is a shadow, so what is the origin of this ancient god?"
Fernandi shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I don't know very well. This ancient ritual was something my father seized from a spiritual wizard in his early years. Before I got it, it had been kept in the family treasury. The ancient ritual
I only saw Shen Xuying once. After that, whether it was promotion or worship, he never showed up.
But I am certain that He must be a God, and only God can break the rules and give us sinners power."
…
Late at night, in the castle of Viscount Sacher, Pamela with a gloomy face sat in front of the dressing table, tapping her fingers.
"Haven't you found that loser Kovich yet?"
"Go back to Madam, I found it, but...but..." The young waiter lowered his head in fear.
"But what? Tell me!"
Startled by the sharp shout, the waiter responded: "Madam, we found Knight Kovich and his attendants in Broken Wind Forest, but they are already dead!"
Hearing the waiter's words, Pamela's expression was as gloomy as water. After a while, she slowly spoke: "Take care of them. You can take my letter to the family tomorrow and give it to my father!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
After the waiter left, Pamela could no longer suppress her anger and swept the items on the dressing table to the ground. Then she gritted her teeth and said: "Little beast, no matter what method you use to kill Kovich, I will definitely kill him."
I want you to die!"
It rained heavily that night, and it didn't stop until early in the morning.
In the castle, I don’t know whether it was due to the affinity with the thunder element, but Clemont’s injuries were completely healed. The only sequelae was that he gnawed a monster leg alone in the morning, which was bigger than the leg of a cow.
That kind of.
After eating and drinking, Clemont changed his clothes and walked to the training ground of the Guards with his hands on his back.
Since there were not many people, the training ground was temporarily set up in the square in the center of the city. When Clement arrived, a hundred shirtless and muscular men were running around the square.
This scene also attracted a large number of young girls in the city. Seeing their shy faces, these strong men ran even more vigorously.
"Lord, you are here!"
Seeing Clermont, Rupert, the temporary captain of the escort, ran over.
"Well, how was it? How was the training?"
Upon hearing the Lord's inquiry, Rupert glanced at the team, then scratched his head: "Lord, the boys are very motivated, and with your support, Lord, if any of them are lazy, I will beat them up.
"
Clemont smiled and patted Rupert on the shoulder, and then said: "You should also join the team. From today on, I will train you!"
In the afternoon, the scorching sun was high, and the sound of breathing on the training ground was clear.
"Have you not eaten? Have you fed all that meat to the dogs? Cheer up, each one of you! How can we talk about defending the territory if we can't bear this little hardship!"
"You, raise your legs a little higher!"
"And you, what are you doing! I told you not to move, try moving again!"
Clemont, who was also standing in a military posture, scolded loudly while trying to maintain his state.
Although this world also has routines for training the army, in his opinion, they are not as good as those of flower farmers. When he thinks of thousands of troops standing in line in the future, standing in a military posture and kicking goose steps, he is looking forward to it.
"Okay, good performance. Let's take a ten-minute break and let's start the next subject!"
As the lord's words fell, a burst of howling ghosts and wolves suddenly sounded in the square.
Half a month passed by in the blink of an eye.
After a day of training, Clemont, who was covered in sweat and stinking of sweat, took a comfortable bath, then changed his clothes and went to the castle hall.
At this time, in addition to a few key members of the territory, there were also seven or eight people in gorgeous clothes standing in the hall.
The moment they saw Clemont, these people stood up suddenly and looked at the young lord with fiery eyes.
"The noble Baron Clermont, Gill sends his regards!"
After Clemont took his seat, the leader of the group made a respectful aristocratic salute, and the rest of the group followed suit.
"Well, thank you for coming all the way. Please take a seat!"
A week ago, the soap workshop in the territory began to operate. The first batch of soap was bought by a passing merchant under Elton's lobbying. Although he didn't know what the response was, but now seeing the appearance of these merchants, Clay
Monte knew it in his heart.
Seeing the lord's signal, Elton stood up and said to the businessmen: "I don't think I need to say more about the effect of soap!"
"No, no, no, Sir Elton. We have tried this soap ourselves. Looking at the entire empire, there is nothing better than this. We are here this time hoping to get the soap agency!"
"Yes, yes. Brother Gil is right. Soap is definitely a big deal. Nowadays, civilians in the Ota Empire use balsam pear to wash their hands. However, the decontamination effect of ginseng is too poor, and civilians cannot afford magic items.
As long as we focus on civilians, the benefits we can earn will be unimaginable!"
Listening to the high-pitched talk of the businessmen below, Clemont felt happy.
It just so happens that the territory’s funds and supplies are all consumed during this period, so I’m really giving you a pillow when I’m sleeping!
"Since everyone knows the profits that soap can bring, I will stop talking nonsense. As long as you can agree to the following conditions, then this agency right can be given to you!"
After glancing at everyone, Elton continued: "First, soap is a product unique to our Claremont Territory. The brand name is Snowflake. You are not allowed to change it at will. Once discovered, the agency will be canceled and blacklisted! Permanently
Lost the opportunity to collect goods from our Claremont agent."