Chapter 195 45. I want to shake the clever
Darkus and he is lost. There is a black wooden door in front of him. There is a silver handle in the shape of a cunning face on the black wooden door. He opened the door uncontrollably and saw a hexagonal room inside. Four staircases rise from the center of the room, rising into the thin air from four different directions.
"It's all the same, it's the same, it's the same!" The voice echoed in Darkus' mind, and he closed the door directly.
A roar sounded behind Darkus, and Darkus looked back. There was nothing, only silent darkness.
The roar started again, closer now.
Darkus threw the door open and found a staircase leading into darkness.
"Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong."
Now Darkus could hear the footsteps, the heavy and slow footsteps beating like the heart of a beast. He ran down the stairs, trying to escape the footsteps.
The stairs suddenly curved, then straightened, then curved in the opposite direction again. Darkus ran through an archway and found himself descending stairs, which were sealed on all sides and led to a hexagonal room.
Three staircases rise from the room and lead in three different directions.
A black wooden door appeared again on one of the walls. When Darkus reached the bottom of the stairs, the hinges of the door shook under a violent blow. There was a roaring sound from inside, as if someone had forced it open from the inside. Same.
Darkus pushed the door open and found that it was the room where he was resting in Malekith's Black Tower. There were two figures in the room, and one figure stood by the window. After seeing him come in, he rotated his body gracefully. , it seems that in the next second, he can dance gorgeously on the spot, then twist and jump out of the window and disappear.
Another figure was sitting on the table, looking at something in his hand. He was very sure that figure was not Genevieve, and the lower level of Malekith's Black Tower did not look like this. He walked over and pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the figure.
Darkus recognized that this was the Pale Queen. The Pale Queen was still looking at the statue engraved with her. After a while, the statue was placed on the table by the Pale Queen. The Pale Queen gently turned the statue and lifted the statue. Facing the silent man, it wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he found that he couldn't speak.
The crow did not appear, and it seemed that it did not need to appear. They looked at each other like this for an unknown length of time, as if time had frozen, and an unpredictable smile appeared on the pale queen's cold expression.
Darkus woke up. When he woke up, he was still in bed, not sitting on the chair. Genevieve was looking at him with concern, holding a towel in her hand to wipe the sweat from his body.
"You finally woke up and had another nightmare?" Genevieve said while still wiping with a towel.
Darkus sat up directly from the bed, and this movement almost missed him. He felt sore all over, as if he had been beaten while sleeping. He was as tired as if he had not slept. He looked at the table. There was only a candlestick on the table and no statue of the Pale Queen. He breathed a sigh of relief and then lay down on the bed again. He looked at Genevieve and smiled, interrupted Genevieve's movements, and hugged her directly.
"Yeah, a damn nightmare." Darkus lay on the bed sideways and hugged Genevieve's waist from behind, whispering softly into Genevieve's ear. He was a little numb now, and there was another audience in the live broadcast room. This was the first time he saw the Pale Queen in his sleep, and a brand new character entered the room.
"Perhaps one day, all the great powers will appear in my dream at the same time. Everyone is sitting on the chair and looking at each other? Discussing? Cursing?" Darkus's thoughts began to wander, and then he thought about it. The scene was hilarious. He can only take pleasure in suffering, he has his pain and troubles, and there are things he can't handle.
Darkus started to play around with Genevieve. After a while, he got up and went to check the luggage. After finding that the statue was fine, he ate breakfast and went to work.
The following days started to become boring and ordinary again. The dragon eggs were placed in a room and looked after by the sorceresses loyal to the Witch King. Darkus and Kalion did not need to do anything. Instead, he was interested in the egg of the hydra. He asked Kalien to take care of the egg. Next, he planned to find the sorceresses to cultivate it properly to see if he could cultivate any annihilation, veteran, royal, etc. The entry comes out.
Darkus obtained a list from Aijerese, which contained information about the Hagrid Gravevara Harlehan family. The categories were very clear, including various little secrets about that family. It's all on the list. Moreover, he learned from Aigirethe that Malus was being hung on a chain by his father at this time and dreaming about a wonderful life. He knew that he would have to spend the next few years in Nagaroth. For Malus! Since he had read relevant information before, he knew a little bit about Malus's trajectory.
After it was known that Malus had gone to the Northern Chaos Wasteland to find Zarkhan, he would then return to Hagrid Grave. Unfortunately, he was betrayed and captured by Lehan and tortured. Next step? Maybe he participated in some arena battle, and then participated in the annihilation of Hagrid Grave's cult, and then obtained an iron order from the Night Governor to annihilate a group of pirate fleets that believed in Nurgle. That group of pirates was called the Skinknights. , members have lost their own skin due to illness or injury, and wear skins peeled from others. In short, they are very Nurgle. His eldest brother Brugliel died during that eradication of pirates, and he would obtain the Idol of Kurkus among the five magic items.
But all of this has nothing to do with Darkus. He will not get involved now. There is a saying that strategically despises the enemy and tactically values the enemy. There are several key moments later that he can intervene, such as when the Black Ark Nagol attacked Hagrid Grave, during the rebellion of Hal Goncycaine's sect, and when the Yankees invaded. These are what he can do. When it is time to intervene, the intervention of these nodes is in line with his identity and status. He will not suddenly go crazy and run to Hagrid Grave to make friends with Malus or find an opportunity to kill Malus. There is really no need. . Besides, he was being watched all the time, so what's the point of running over to him? Things also get complicated when Malus comes into Malekith's sight.
And more importantly, Darkus has many things to deal with now. He arranged for Drusala and Colonia to return to Krakaronde when the ice melts in spring.
Darkus asked experts to identify those black willow trees. They contain energy that is both powerful and weak, and is indeed suitable for use as a staff by high-level sorceresses of the dark and death systems. He set aside 60%, gave 30% to Malekith, and gave the other 40% to Morathi. The last 40% was brought back to Krakalonde, and the sword he captured from Bascon was also brought back. , that sword needs nourishment and maintenance.
That black willow essence must have been given to the clan mother. Darkus has been here for so long and has been more or less taken care of by the Anasara clan mother. He remembers in his heart that giving back is a matter of course. And he really likes this Italianized female Drucci. Family and family are such beautiful words. Even for the sake of family and family, he should give it to the mother of the clan, but he can't give it to Morathi, right? He believed that the clan mother would be satisfied with this gift.
Drusara needs to face Annasara directly after arriving in Krakaronde. There are some things that Darkus cannot say or ask, but Annasara can. When she returns, she will bring some high-level sorceresses from the Tower of Destruction to assist Darkus.
After Colonia returns to Krakarond, she will need Annasara's help to strengthen the necklace. After all, it is not that simple to block the perception of the great demon Zarkan. After that, she will go to Hagrid Grave to meet Malus. Deal with it and do what she has to do.
Darkus is now practicing martial arts with Malekith in the morning. In the afternoon, the witch lamp will light up in the dark throne room. Malekith continues to sit on the throne and emo, but he will look at the sitting person during the emo. He was in the corner reviewing documents, writing and drawing. He is not officially the Hand of the Witch King yet, but he is already doing the work of the Hand of the Witch King. He is ready to use his wits to a limited extent and do what he can do.
Although Darkus was not a scientific researcher before and had never read the four sacred books: "Barefoot Doctor's Manual", "Friends of Military and Civilian Talents", "Militia Training Manual" and "Militia Military Training Manual", even if he read He can't remember so many things anymore, but he likes to play "Anno 1800" and "Victoria 3".
Start with a piece of land and create it from scratch.
Darkus knows how to build a system from scratch, knows how to plan the industrial chain, knows what factories to build, knows how to develop and plan the Kaochen Plain, knows how to build a functional bureaucracy, and knows how to Issue some passable laws, know how to increase the fertility rate of Druchi, and know how to ensure Druchi's food, clothing, housing and transportation.
For a society like Druch, these are enough, and Darkus does not need to worry about other things. He has been to the military camps of the fear lords several times to watch the soldiers' well-founded training and changing formations. Military He does not need to get involved in training and combat issues, but needs to learn. After all, he has not commanded several large corps in combat.
For the time being, Darkus does not have to worry about issues of party or religion. There is no such thing as party in Druchi society. They are all enfeoffed governors, one after another. As for the religious issue, he can't deal with it now, so he can leave it alone for now.
"Food factory, textile factory, glass factory, these three should be completed first. There must also be a slaughterhouse, and there must be two food factories in the north and south." Darkus whispered while writing and drawing on a piece of paper. Muttering, he planned to try these three areas first, conduct a pilot project first, and then establish a large-scale factory area. The meal was stuttering bit by bit. He didn't plan to work on ordnance and equipment for the time being, but on logistics and supplies.
After Darkus finished writing, he picked up the candlestick on the table and lit his pipe. He now especially likes to use the candlestick to light cigarettes. He doesn't know why, but he just likes it. In his vision, the food factory was used for making food, canning and packaging water, which was the most basic guarantee for the morale of the army and fleet. He had gone to the treacherous peaks before, and the food he ate before was fine. However, when he was sheltering from the snow in the cave and waiting for the snow to be able to walk, his food was not good. It was even worse when he arrived at the northern stronghold and before returning to Nagarond. Forget it. He had also taken a ship to the old world and knew: Gul'dan, what's the price? What kind of green water is disgusting to look at? During that time, he drank wine. The problem was that the wine didn’t taste good, and the more he drank, the thirstier he became. But ordinary sailors didn’t have that many choices. Thanks to the elf's good physique.
Only when an army has food can it be more effective. An army with better food will be more effective. This is an eternal truth, except for those eternally moving skeletons and chaos demons. Darkos doesn't understand sweeteners and baking powder for making bread. He doesn't understand jars, canning machines and vacuum cans, let alone pot stills and continuous stills. As for pasteurization , quick-freezing and automatic, not to mention, these things are all nouns to him.
The problem is that Darkus doesn't need to understand these technologies. To put it bluntly, he is a bureaucrat, not a technician. He only needed to talk about building a food factory in this place, mentioning the scale and requirements, and then nothing more happened. He and Malekith's bureaucratic team will take care of it, he can't just rush back and forth to do the work, right?
So what is the significance of the existence of those retinues and bureaucrats? Moreover, Druchi's sorceresses can serve as half scientific researchers. If you tell them your requirements, they will sometimes create a Druchi miracle and use the laws of the medieval world to figure out the requirements. Besides, there are a lot of Druchi ideas out there. If you want to find a chance to follow his path, you have to give him some chance.
(Under the condition of complying with the laws of the Middle Ages and the will of Tzeentch, if you do it on a small scale and use your wits, you will not come up with anything outrageous. The previous chapter was banned because it was suspected of being bloody...)
(End of this chapter)