Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 104 Simon's Talent

Most importantly, after signing the soul contract, Mahaya will no longer be able to have any relations with men of her own kind.

Centaurs are a loyal race; they will remain faithful to their mate until death.

Since Mahayana made the vow, she was already prepared for the consequences.

In Taixi's view, it doesn't matter how it is.

In his eyes, whether human, half-elf, or centaur woman, any woman with a slender figure was ugly.

In his mind, only short, stocky, and sturdy women were good women.

Alphonse realized that he had to assign Mahaya a job.

So they gave her a goal: to train the centaur children properly.

In the future, we will build a team skilled in horsemanship and archery for the Cold Wind Territory.

Furthermore, she and several other centaur women were to become instructors for the Coldwind Guard, teaching their archery skills.

Now, Alphonse can finally have some peace and quiet and focus on his cultivation.

Although there are many martial arts techniques at hand, none of them are suitable for training by other races.

Alphonse examined it and found that Mahaya's upper body was not much different from that of a human, and she had the same dantian meridians.

But they also have the body of a horse, and a set of meridians.

How do you practice like this?

The connection between the two sets of meridians is quite complex.

Even the most extraordinary horse-taming techniques require infusing true energy into the horse's meridians to keep it energetic and tireless.

But that's the meridian system on a horse's body, forming its own system.

Alphonse didn't want Mahaya to train haphazardly; if she were to ruin this beautiful centaur, things would get really messed up.

It would be better not to let her practice at all, and instead let her focus on training her battle aura.

Unless there are suitable test subjects to serve as guinea pigs, Alphonse would not consider creating a cultivation technique for the centaurs.

The Maglam tribe, an enemy of the Kyrgyz tribe, would be a good fit.

But the matter of avenging Mahayana should be put on hold for now.

Instead of wasting his time, Alphonse would rather cultivate himself to become stronger.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the Frosty Moon is just around the corner.

The Coldwind Territory has finally entered a period of peace.

Alphonse basically handed over political affairs to Simon, only keeping a general direction in mind himself.

Simon is honest, upright, and loyal; as a knight, he possesses excellent character.

However, his aptitude for cultivation was only average.

His talent lies in another aspect.

At this moment, Simon was reporting the situation of the territory to Alphonse: "Many of the people have signed contracts to rebuild their houses and repair their heated brick beds, but because the bricks and cement are being purchased at cost price, the profits are coming from the cement. The main expenses are for hiring workers and the cost of fuel. However, most people are being paid in kind, so this part of the profit has not yet been recovered."

"The ore trade is on track, but most of the money has been used to replace the guards' equipment and to take a share of the cream recipe from the Falklow Merchant Guild. Overall, the lord's manor is still profitable. Here is the account statement, please take a look, my lord."

With that, Simon placed a stack of account statements in front of Alphonse.

Alphonse glanced at it briefly to confirm the number.

It wasn't much money; it was less than what you could earn by fighting outside.

Simon had already learned Arabic numerals from Miana, and he was extremely talented in this area, keeping meticulous records of income and expenditure.

Alphonse felt he was born in the wrong era; in modern society, with his management skills, he could probably become a senior executive in a company.

It's much better than being a hands-off manager like myself.

After I finished the job, I entrusted all the follow-up matters to him.

He still holds the position of captain of the guard, and has not yet selected suitable members. Their cultivation progress is about the same, and none of them are particularly outstanding.

Simon originally wanted to recommend Tessie for the position, as Tessie was capable of it, but Tessie was unwilling and preferred to remain a cook.

"If the construction of heated brick beds this year satisfies the needs of our people, we can consider selling them to other territories next year. This is also a way to make money. By selling to foreign countries, we can earn more profits. In addition, we can cooperate with the Falkrod Merchant Guild next year to sell the weapons and armor forged by the blacksmiths through their channels. There is still a great demand for these items from mercenary groups outside." Simon offered his suggestions for next year's plans.

"Let's focus on the territory's needs for now," Alphonse said.

"I have arranged for some commoners to become apprentices and learn forging techniques from the blacksmiths who were transferred from Blue Feather Territory. Those blacksmiths will eventually have to go back," Simon added.

"You did a great job!" Alphonse praised, having almost forgotten about the matter and hadn't even considered arranging for apprentices to learn it.

He was still thinking that since they were on loan here, they would be people from Hanfeng Territory, and he could decide when to send them back.

In recent times, besides cultivating, Alphonse has done nothing but have a tailor sew several maid outfits from anime for Monica, satisfying his perverse tastes.

It's pleasing to the eye.

That little girl Monica, having cultivated the Celestial Enchanting Technique, has also acquired a touch of alluring charm, making her appearance increasingly captivating.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a long, resounding "hum" came from outside the castle.

Alphonse didn't immediately understand what the sound was.

Simon was taken aback. "That's the sound of a horn."

"Let's go out and see what's going on." Alphonse stood up.

As soon as Simon and I stepped out of the living room, a soldier rushed over and said, "My lord, an envoy from the capital has arrived."

The guards at the gate were quite dutiful, unlike the maids in the castle who would rush to let people in as soon as they heard that a nobleman was visiting.

Last time, Monica and her brother Brenta visited in the middle of the night, and they were let in without being notified.

If it weren't for his mother's sentimental plea and promise to discipline her strictly, Alphonse would have fired the maid.

Upon exiting the castle and seeing the royal envoy, Simon couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh," seemingly quite surprised.

The leading envoy was not wearing armor, but a fitted long dress, with his slightly curled gray-brown hair tied back and two neatly trimmed mustaches extending to the sides below his nose.

He nodded and smiled at Simon.

Last time, all the knights who came were dressed in standard armor.

The number of people was not as large as this time.

In addition to this nobleman, the envoys from the capital also included six fully armed knights in steel armor.

One of them blew the horn, which was still in his hand.

It seems that this messenger knows Simon.

But he didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with Simon.

The messenger's smile vanished. He produced a scroll and announced in a resounding voice, "Baron Tartarus, I am here by order to read Her Majesty the Queen's decree!"

Unlike the imperial edicts of ancient China, this scroll opens vertically.

(End of this chapter)