Lord of Industrialization

The summer sun was blazing, and the venue for the knights' competition outside the city was even more intensely hot. A bunch of people were sitting together, and all kinds of smells were mixed together. I'm afraid even the sword master couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, it was windy and not too light, otherwise the game would not have been possible.

The admission ticket that Frederick obtained belonged to the "VIP Seat". There was an awning above his head to block the sun. After entering the venue, he could find a place to sit.

The best seats are on the opposite side. Count Ansbach and his family are already sitting there. Some people are fanning themselves and others are holding cold and delicious beers.

Frederick just glanced at it. He knew that family.

Count Ansbach looked a lot more haggard. His son lost a leg in the battle the year before last and was said to have gone crazy.

His second son is sixteen or seventeen years old this year. He came back from the church last year and became the heir to the title. He seems to be in high spirits. It is said that Count Ansbach wants to ask King William for a wife with royal blood for him.

The count's youngest daughter is thirteen or fourteen years old this year and is old enough to get engaged.

Mrs. Ansbach's clothes were as gorgeous as ever, and from a distance they looked like her nickname in the ladies' circle - Hydrangea.

Frederick glanced at it and stopped looking. He found a seat with Psyche and sat down, and then found that the person next to him had had a double relationship.

"Hey, hello."

"Hello."

"Want to eat raisins?"

"Thank you, I won't eat."

Frederick retracted his hand and grabbed a few raisins to eat.

Weisenling is not very suitable for growing grapes. The grapes grown are not sweet enough and cannot make good wine. Later, someone discovered that using them to make raisins can save the cost of winemaking and make more money than selling bad wine.

There was still some time before the start, and Frederick started chatting with the little girl next to him: "My name is Charles, and this is my mother Elizabeth. What is your name?"

He subconsciously touched his hair as he spoke.

"My name is Theresia." The little girl replied, "This is my teacher, Ms. Pontigan."

Frederick stood up and said, "Theresia, where are you?"

"My home is in Hogwarts. There is a very large castle. There is a very large lake next to the castle..."

"I plan to go to Constantbul to learn magic, and then I will go home and open a magic school in the castle..."

At this time, Psyche touched his head and said: "Then every year on the first day of school, I will make dumplings in the kitchen with the professors."

There are also thin dough-wrapped foods like dumplings here, with various fillings and dough shapes. There is a popular method in Weisenling and the surrounding areas. It is said that the priests of the Illuminating Church used the upper and lower pieces of meat filling in order to secretly eat meat during fasting. "Monk dumplings" wrapped in square dough, there are also jam-filled ones in the Piast Kingdom, and they are also eaten during festivals.

Theresia covered her mouth and laughed after hearing this, and Pontigan, who was sitting next to her, also had a smile on his face.

"Huh?" Pontigan suddenly raised the wide brim of his black pointed witch hat, looked at Count Ansbach opposite him seriously, and whispered: "It's actually her?"

Frederick looked over curiously and saw a female magician wearing a dark green witch hat and robes of the same color appearing behind Count Ansbach.

He turned to Pontigan and asked: "Ms. Pontigan, is she your friend?"

Pontigan answered him with a half-smile: "I met her once before. She is the inheritor of the Summoner."

Frederick was shocked after hearing this. What is the Summoner? Never heard of it.

Pontigan continued: "As of yesterday, no magician dared to come here to apply for a job. She must have something to rely on if she dares to come."

Frederick had been paying attention to the number of magicians recruited by Count Ansbach, but there was no news at all. At that time, he thought it was because the confidentiality work was done well, but unexpectedly no one came to apply.

He asked curiously: "Why don't the magicians dare to come here? Are they cowards?"

Pontigan smiled at him and said: "Because Wesson owns Baron Wesson and Wesson University. Now magicians in the surrounding areas who want to study can go to Wesson University, and if they want to make money, they can ask Baron Wesson for guidance. It’s much better to be on your own than risking your life on the battlefield.”

Frederick blinked, feeling that his identity had been revealed, but he did not say anything.

He asked again: "Excuse me, what are summoners? Can they summon gold coins?"

Pontigan glanced at Psyche and said: "Summoner is a very ancient profession. It is said that it existed before Ragnarok, the era when the gods appeared. Summoners can use magic to go to a world called 'World of Warcraft' ’ where you sign a contract with a monster, and when you come back, you can summon the contracted monster to fight with you."

"It's just that after Ragnarok, the subspace of Warcraft lost contact with us, and the summoners can no longer go there."

Next, Psyche said in a voice that they could only hear: "The conditions for becoming a summoner are very demanding. You need to master space magic to go to that place, and you must also be an animal tamer."

"But this happened a long time ago. After Ragnarok, the locations of various spaces were all chaotic, and some were even destroyed. Summoners were unable to go to that place."

Frederick frowned tightly, what the hell is this Ragnarok?

Pontigan asked Psyche seriously: "Lady Elizabeth, do you know the truth about Ragnarok?"

Psyche whispered: "I am also looking for the truth, but all relevant records are only what is circulated among the sisterhood."

Frederick's frown deepened. He had heard of the "Sisters of Witches", but outsiders only knew that it was an extremely long-standing organization composed of female magicians. They were doing archaeological work all day long, seemingly looking for some relics. .

The ancient history that is circulated now is lived by each church according to its own teachings. The common point is that the world was created by their own gods. Later, due to various misbehaviors of human beings, black evil spirits appeared on the earth and attacked all creatures in the world. An indiscriminate massacre was carried out. In the end, mankind realized their mistake, and God's messenger came to kill the evil boss. Human beings killed the remaining evil demons with repentance, and lived a pious and happy life from then on.

Frederick had never heard of Summoners and Ragnarok. At first, he thought it was a legend spread among a small group, but when he found out that Psyche was also paying attention to this matter, he felt that it would not be simple.

"Don't think too much," Psyche said to him, "It's just some ancient legends."

Frederick nodded, things were urgent, and now was not the time to study history.

At this time, the sound of horns floated over the venue, and the players participating in today's knight competition began to enter the venue.