Overlord: I’ve Been Recruiting Followers in Another World

"This is incredibly boring."

Kael looked down, watching the Orcs on the battlefield being mercilessly harvested by the Draconic Kingdom's forces, and he quickly lost interest in the fight.

Not all the warriors fighting in the Draconic Kingdom this time were ordinary people. More than two-thirds of them were new believers he had recently transformed into dependents. The weapons they wielded were also produced by Draudillon Oriculus using high-tier items. Although these magically crafted weapons and armor couldn't be imbued with other magical effects, they were exceptionally superior high-tier equipment among the New World natives' items, completely surpassing the ordinary armaments of Orc warriors in terms of performance.

Their levels couldn't compare, and their equipment still lagged. The Orc Coalition charging headfirst and fighting the Draconic Kingdom's army? Not just this current battle, but if the Draconic Kingdom also adopted this hybrid system in the future, the next war between the two nations would likely end in a crushing victory for the Draconic Kingdom. Because dependents were not the same as ordinary soldiers, they would grow stronger as the battle progressed, and the gap between the two sides would naturally widen further.

There was truly no need to keep paying attention to this kind of battle, which was destined to end.

Kael turned to look at Draudillon Oriculus beside him and asked, "How is your side?"

Draudillon Oriculus was currently enveloped in a dark red magical light, indicating that she was maintaining a magical effect. Glancing at the sky, a large magic circle continuously rotated above the battlefield. If anyone could see soul bodies, they would find transparent white shadows drifting out of the dead Orc warriors, all of which were then consumed by the swirling magic circle.

Draudillon Oriculus sensed the feedback from the soul-absorbing magic and reported the results to Kael, "Orc souls are stronger than ordinary human souls, but still a little weaker than demon souls."

"I see."

Kael mumbled thoughtfully. If units were of the same rank, the higher the race, the stronger the soul. It would be good to let Draudillon Oriculus absorb the spirits of demon summons later. This way, not only would soul power accumulate faster, but it would also be incredibly trouble-free, and she wouldn't need to search for enemies everywhere.

After collecting enough to use Origin Magic once, he genuinely wanted to see this unique magic of the New World and determine if it could truly surpass Super-Tier Magic in terms of power.

Thinking of this, he took Draudillon Oriculus's spell-releasing palm and gestured for her to stop, "There shouldn't be any problem with this battle, let's go back."

"Okay."

Originally, it was just to observe and ensure everything proceeded as smoothly as expected. Draudillon Oriculus complied with Kael's request. The teleportation magic [Greater Teleportation] was activated, and the surrounding scenery momentarily shifted, teleporting the two to the palace.

At the front was an open wall lined with twelve white jade columns, and behind it must have been a gate over three meters high, with rooms to the left and right, one of which also contained the sound of flowing water.

After observing the surrounding arrangements, Draudillon Oriculus suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. This was not the Draconic Kingdom Royal Palace, but the holy place located in the heart of the Holy City of Destiny.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing a moment of stiffness in her body, Kael couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Draudillon Oriculus glanced unnaturally at the door to the right, and tentatively asked, "God Kael, Miss Leinas won't be in there too, will she?"

"I don't know about that, but we can verify it."

The arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and Draudillon Oriculus suddenly felt a gentle yet irresistible force. He pulled her towards the bathroom on the right, and she had no choice but to yield to the man's will.

Squeak!

As the side door opened, lingering mist filled the view, but Draudillon Oriculus still vaguely saw an elegant figure soaking in a bathtub with floating petals.

At the E-Rantel Hotel

The sun rose and the moon set, and a new day began.

In the conference room on the second floor of the E-Rantel Hotel, a scene that typically only appeared during wartime in previous years now materialized on this non-war day.

Two-thirds of the Re-Estize Kingdom's true aristocracy gathered and lined up on two sides, the king's supporting faction and the aristocratic faction, waiting for the meeting to begin.

Sitting on the throne, Ramposa III had a serious face and cast a fleeting glance at the middle-aged man standing at the forefront of the aristocratic camp. The man had many scars on his face, and though he was misshapen, his eyes were as sharp as a bird of prey, impossible to ignore. It was one of the kingdom's six great nobles, Marquis Bouche Paul Lope.

As the leader of the aristocratic faction, he initiated this national aristocratic conference. Although the slogan he shouted was to assist the royal family in rebuilding the Re-Estize Royal Capital, the actual purpose had to be to use the destruction of the royal capital to attack the king. Everyone was well aware of this.

Seeing that time was running out, Ramposa III, as the chairman of the meeting in the open, was the first to speak, "To be honest, I didn't expect so many people to come to this meeting. At this point, I first want to express my gratitude to Marquis Paul Lope for his enthusiastic support in the reconstruction of the royal capital."

"Your Majesty, you are too polite."

Marquis Paul Lope humbly saluted Ramposa III and said with a smile, "The royal capital is not only the direct dominion of the royal family, but also the face of our Re-Estize Kingdom, which is intimately connected to each of us. How could I stand by and watch?"

"As the initiator of the meeting, I am willing to donate 100,000 gold coins and building materials worth 150,000 gold coins to the royal family to help restore and rebuild the royal capital as soon as possible."

Wow!

Hearing the figures reported by Marquis Paul Lope, a burst of exclamations erupted in the hall, and even Ramposa III was shocked by this. Property totaling 250,000 gold coins was no small sum. Even if many small and medium nobles packed up and sold their territories, industries, and castles, they would not be able to raise such a large amount of money.

Goodness, is this Marquis Paul Lope's transformation? He's willing to pay such a huge price to support the royal family.

Ramposa III couldn't guess Marquis Paul Lope's thoughts for a moment, so he could only respond superficially, "This is truly surprising news, Marquis Paul Lope, thank you for your generosity."

"This is but a drop in the bucket."

Marquis Paul Lope remained humble, but suddenly changed the topic and said, "Your Majesty, rebuilding a building is easy, but the adverse effects of this incident are far more than that."

"I passed through many cities on my way to E-Rantel and found that disrespectful rumors about you are spreading in many places."

The baronial faction members standing behind Marquis Paul Lope suddenly stirred, while Ramposa III froze. The rumors mentioned by Marquis Paul Lope had indeed spread very strongly in the kingdom recently. Their content deliberately discredited Ramposa III, saying that one of the culprits who destroyed the royal capital—Princess Renner—was indulged due to his family affection and selfish pleasure, and that he ignored the tens of thousands of people who sacrificed their lives in the royal capital.

Marquis Paul Lope was making a fuss about these rumors, and Ramposa III was worried it wouldn't be as simple as trying to crack down on royal prestige.

Sure enough, the next moment, Marquis Paul Lope expressed his concern for the country and the people, "Your Majesty, the situation is very serious now. To avoid intensifying the people's anger, I suggest you take a temporary rest and hand over the kingdom's affairs to Prince Barbro. What do you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Marquis Paul Lope resonated one after another through the enraged nobles and aristocrats.

"The Marquis is reasonable."

"Your Majesty, please implement these words of faith to appease the people's anger."

"Precisely, otherwise, it may be difficult for us to cope with the negative impact of this storm."

Ramposa III watched the aristocratic camp twittering, then turned to look at the king's supporting faction that backed him, and found this side remarkably quiet.

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