Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 697 - 500 Roll call_3

Chapter 697: Chapter 500 Roll call_3

If it served his rule, he didn’t mind going with the flow and lending a hand to others.

For instance, promoting the faith of the Goddess of Strategy within his own army was beneficial, after all, her Path of War was forged with his own assistance, fitting his needs perfectly.

"It’s difficult to reach up from below, but easy to grant benefits from above," Veranika said, bowing respectfully, "I was thinking too narrowly, Lord. Your arrangement is more appropriate, and I will follow your directive."

Ignoring the senior posts on his own territory and rushing to lead an army alone would be an utmost folly.

Infiltrating the top levels with the strategic thinking of the Goddess of Strategy and expanding influence was the true way of a king, and the real purpose why the Goddess of Strategy had arranged for her own placement beside Lord Gaven.

As time by Gaven’s side lengthened, Veranika dabbled in too many of his secrets, and her admiration for the far-sightedness of the Goddess of Strategy only grew.

The pace at which this young man caused upheaval was beyond her imagination.

No sooner had he extinguished the Divine Root of the God of Corruption and Degradation than he had started a secret war between Mesnoel and the Dwarves Elf, where he played the enemy on his palm with a series of military stratagems like displaying weakness to the enemy, luring the enemy deep, defeating them one by one, capturing the leader first, and signing a humiliating peace under his city’s walls, keeping the enemy at bay, tens of kilometers away.

Turn around and he had traveled thousands of kilometers to Anfield Village to arrange various industrial expansions. Although the real purpose was unclear, judging by the troops she had reassigned there, he had stirred significant commotion in just over half a month.

His way of doing things inherently matched the stratagems of the Goddess of Strategy, the Planning Clergy, and now that he had made contact with the Lady Strategy, naturally, these matters fell into place for the Lady of Glory.

Gaven let slip, "If this trip goes well, I may take some time to visit the Fortress of Strategy with you, to personally meet Ms. Katherine, to finalize a more specific and closer cooperative relationship. In the future, the officers from my territory may be handed over to the War Academy you manage for deeper training and development."

He hadn’t forgotten the first invitation from the General of the Lady Strategy, the first War Academy of Felen, an event of unquestionable grandeur. He had to take part in it no matter what.

"So, Lord, you already had thorough arrangements in place, and I was overthinking it. I have no issues now and we can continue with the meeting," Veranika nodded and returned to her seat.

Nola took off her helmet, revealing a face that did not match her stature, and then said, "Since all these people have followed General Kopofiel back, who knows them best and has enough influence, why not leave them under the command of General Kopofiel?"

Without waiting for Kopofiel to express his opinion, Gaven negated, "That would equally be a waste of great talent. Although I will join as the commander, it will be time-consuming and our territory is currently too scattered. I must allocate a large portion of my attention to it, and someone must be present to handle those tedious military affairs on my behalf, this responsibility belongs to no one other than General Kopofiel."

Initially, Kopofiel was to be the commander-in-chief for this migration, handling all matters himself.

After all, he bore sufficient prestige in Thacel, was steady and mature, and his capabilities went without saying. He was the man who had fought against pirates from the Islands of Nelanser with just a warship for decades; his decisiveness and adaptability assuredly were not inferior.

In the past month, he had proven with his actions that even without a warship, once on land, he was also a qualified general, able to lead a group of Cavalry roaming at will.

But now, the scale of migration was much larger than Gaven’s initial plans. The commander-in-chief role could only be his.

"I see," Nola nodded unconsciously, "This deputy commander’s position really suits no one better than General Kopofiel, but it seems, Lord, you have no more suitable candidates. If you really have no other option, can you entrust it to me?"

"Don’t rush." Gaven shook his head, looking at Kopofiel, "General, do you have any suitable candidates to recommend?"

Kopofiel nodded and said, "I do have one suitable person in mind. He not only knows these people like I do but also demonstrated remarkable strategic and tactical thinking throughout this journey. His contributions to our safely navigating dangers are immense. If entrusted to him, he will surely bring unexpected benefits. The only flaw is that his own combat strength is slightly lacking, so we must pair him with a deputy of strong combat ability to help him keep those unruly mercenaries in line and ensure his safety..."

"Are you referring to him?" Gaven’s gaze fell on the young man standing behind Kopofiel, not displaying any surprise but instead an expression that seemed to say, ’I thought as much.’

"Yes," Kopofiel nodded confidently, "Darren, aren’t you going to greet the Lord? Don’t you always claim to be the Lord’s apprentice? Why are you hesitating now?"

The young man quickly stepped out, knelt on one knee, and looked up at Gaven with excitement, exclaiming, "Darren has seen the young master, seen the Lord."

Gaven had to put in considerable effort to reconcile the young man before him with another image in his memory, a drawback of having a prodigious memory. His recollection of Darren was from over half a year ago, when he had left Thacel.

In less than a year, that bean sprout-like young man had shot up by more than a head, his body had also gotten two sizes bulkier. It did not look exaggerated though, rather similar to Gaven himself, with only certain physiological traits indicating his still young age.