Imperial Crown.

Chapter 114: If you want to make trouble, do it now

Fiona, who received the notice, stood in front of the desk, quietly looking at the study environment.

Raven's study was like that of many nobles and important figures. There were many books lined up on the bookshelves, but except for the brown scars left by time, they looked as new as when they were first bought.

Only the few thick ancient books on the desk looked like they were frequently read.

This made Fiona feel a little puzzled.

Baron Raven showed wisdom far superior to any of her mentors and professors during her college years, and his conversation was not empty and meaningless like many nobles. Instead, he spoke with a lot of professional knowledge, which showed that he was not an unlearned playboy.

But where does his knowledge come from?

This question lingered in Fiona's mind, making Raven's image even more mysterious.

Fiona shuddered at the sound of the door opening and quickly stood up straight.

Raven walked past her, sat down at the desk, and pointed to the chair opposite: "Sit down."

"Yes." Fiona lowered her head and sat down, not daring to look at Raven any more.

Raven didn't care about this. As long as he could get the job done, he didn't care whether she looked at him or not. So he got straight to the point and said, "I hope to build a monument outside Eagle Castle. You will be responsible for the specific design. My requirements are that it should be fast and reflect the main purpose. Can you do it?"

Fiona said in a low voice: "Although I have dabbled in architecture, I haven't done any in-depth research..."

"That's enough." Raven didn't want to create a wonder right away: "I'll give you three days to make the blueprint."

As a top student, Fiona was least afraid of homework. She nodded vigorously: "...No problem!"

"But what are your specific requirements? If it is to commemorate your defeat of the 'Sand King', do you want to appear as a magician or as a noble and classic knight?"

Raven shook his head. "No, this statue is not for me."

"Oh...ah?" Fiona raised her head and looked at Raven in surprise.

In fact, when Raven said he wanted to erect a statue, she was secretly complaining in her heart, thinking that the Baron was too self-righteous. He had only defeated a group of horse thieves, but he was so anxious to erect a statue for himself, not afraid of being laughed at.

But the Baron was so terrifying that she didn't dare to refute him.

Fiona asked her own doubts: "So, who are you going to build a monument for?"

"For the soldiers." Raven's voice was low and calm, but it sounded like thunder to Fiona's ears. "For all the soldiers who have sacrificed their lives to maintain the peace and prosperity of Eagle Territory, before, now, and after."

"What?" Fiona's features widened in shock.

Soldiers, the most important group in war, were not even considered by Fiona.

Because this is really abnormal.

Monuments are not uncommon on the Middles continent. In the city of Monn there is a bronze statue of the ancestors of the Slater family, in the city of Hovey there are sculptures of the heroes of the Fox family, and it is said that in the royal capital there is a magnificent structure of Keynes I that is like a miracle.

But these all feature nobles as the absolute protagonists, and even if soldiers appear in them, they are just insignificant footnotes.

Fiona finally understood why Raven put her in charge instead of her grandfather Gordon. He would definitely not agree to such a "heretical" thing.

When Fiona thought that what she was going to design might be the first soldier-themed monument in the Keynes Empire, she suddenly became excited and even forgot to be nervous: "My Lord Baron, this work is of extraordinary significance. I will definitely complete the task!"

Being energetic is a good thing, but Raven still emphasized: "Don't be too stressed. I need you to take two things into consideration for this design."

Fiona immediately opened her notebook and prepared to take notes.

That looked just like old Gordon.

Raven said: "First of all, we need to reflect the sacrifice and dedication of the soldiers, but the overall style cannot be too tragic, and we need to convey a positive spirit."

"Secondly, we can use the materials that are currently in the warehouse. Assuming we have 300 craftsmen, we can build the general shape and outline within half a month."

Fiona wrote quickly, "I understand. What you mean is that we should grasp the key point of 'sacrifice', but at the same time, we can't make the design too complicated, otherwise it will lose its refinement."

"That's about right." Raven smiled. "Any other questions?" Fiona thought carefully, then nodded vigorously. "No, Baron. I will give you the design plan as soon as possible."

As the door closed, Raven was the only one left in the room.

He knew why Fiona was so enthusiastic, and he also knew that his choice actually went beyond the common sense of the nobles.

In the eyes of most nobles, the so-called soldiers were cannon fodder and consumables, not worth mentioning at all. To erect statues for them was simply going against the grain.

As a new member of the aristocratic circle, Raven should not have made such radical moves.

As we all know, being half a step ahead is a prophet, and being one step ahead is a heretic.

Heretics would be burned at the stake.

But ever since he came down from the bloody heights, he has been thinking about one question:
Are rules really that important?
The answer is, yes.

The premise is that the world is still functioning normally.

It has been more than a month since the transfer order was issued. It would be fine if Raven did not come back, but since he has already returned to Eagle Castle, then according to past experience, the Slater family's envoy should go directly to Eagle Castle and force him to send troops immediately.

However, the other party did not do so. Instead, he honestly accepted the invitation and has not taken any additional actions until now.

This can only mean one thing -

The order that had previously operated in the Nordic province had collapsed.

The huge impact of the Hand of Death's disturbance this time can be seen, and at the same time, it also reminds Raven.

If you want to do something, do it now.

Any event only has impact when it is first spread, and then it will be slowly forgotten as time goes by. This is an irrefutable truth. There are countless similar examples in both past and present lives.

Now that the Nord province is in chaos, who would care even if the news of building a monument for the soldiers gets out?

It remains to be seen whether people will still remember this incident when the turmoil is over!

"This is called fishing in troubled waters!"

If you're going to touch them, you should touch the big ones.

A considerable number of magic cores were obtained this time. After resting, the strengthening of the soldiers should be put on the agenda. There are still four bottles of God-given potions left in my hand. There is no need to keep them this time. All of them can be used on them. A few more extraordinary people will mean more protection.

In addition, the next step is to strengthen all the war horses obtained.

With a plan in mind, Raven reviewed his Elvish for a while before heading out for lunch.

"Raven!" The door opened and Nancy walked in energetically.

She was wearing a bright red lace long skirt today. As her steps swayed, the round-toed leather boots and white stockings under the skirt were revealed. She had a very "Lolita" style, sweet and lovely.

Two ponytails hung down on the side of her head. Nancy smiled on her apple-like face, with her canine teeth clearly visible: "I'm so bored lately, would you like to have lunch with me?"

After his experience on the bloody plateau, Raven no longer had any resistance to Nancy. Upon hearing this, he smiled and closed the book.

Just as he was about to nod his head and agree, he heard a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice: "Baron, there's something wrong in the workshop!"

It's Poirot.

"Hmm..." Nancy frowned and stared at Raven.

"Don't go!"

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(End of this chapter)