These days, who doesn’t want to be a free man with land, a house, and a wife, but the world doesn’t accommodate them, even those with force can’t necessarily have a piece of land to call their own.
Anya couldn’t help but look up, with a question in her heart.
Has all the land been divided?
In this era, great aristocrats amassed their wealth through vast estates, and often the Lord was the largest landowner.
Duncan smiled slightly but did not answer.
It’s the limitation of the times, he doesn’t need to say much more.
The candle flickered.
Anya, looking at Duncan’s firm expression, bit her lip and said, "Then I’ll set off tomorrow and send someone to make the North African fleet come over."
"I’ll find a way to bring over a batch of food and weapons."
The starting funds still relied on Anya, for Duncan had people under him, but the exiles were still a group of poor folks.
Crow Queen Triss pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "I have a way to recruit an elite unit."
Where’s the elite unit from?
Seeing Duncan’s puzzled look, Crow Queen Triss said solemnly, "The temple guards who once served the Roman gods."
"They aren’t many, roughly twenty or thirty people."
Similar to the Hermitage kind?
Duncan’s demeanor changed immediately, and he said, "That would be perfect."
If calculating , along with recruiting exiles and mixing in some trained farmers, Duncan would have nearly five hundred to start his troops.
Anya was set to depart tomorrow, so she rested early.
Duncan was contemplating the next step, and seeing Crow Queen Triss standing at the window gazing at the moon, he couldn’t help but walk over and casually drape a coat over her shoulders.
The witch’s physique was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person; last time Triss was shivering from cold.
Looking at Triss’s beautiful moonlit porcelain-like profile, Duncan softly asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Crow Queen Triss gently turned her head, leaning slightly on his shoulder, and murmured, "Thinking of that prophecy."
"You don’t believe in prophecy, do you?"
Duncan slowly nodded; he indeed didn’t much believe in such things.
Crow Queen Triss turned her head, her gaze deep like an abyss, causing the witch’s mind to gently sway, and she murmured, "The prophecy has changed."
Duncan’s expression puzzled.
Crow Queen Triss contemplated briefly and softly said, "That prophecy was the last guidance from the deities, pointing to a country across the sea that could protect us."
"But now, it’s slightly different."
Duncan hesitantly asked, "What’s different?"
Crow Queen Triss reached out to gently stroke Duncan’s chiseled profile, with a voice void of joy but a hint of worry, softly said, "Diana has responded to my prayers again."
The signal from the ancient Roman and Greek Pantheon connected?
But Crow Queen Triss’s next words made Duncan ponder; the witch murmured, "Only when it involves you did the goddess give me a very weak response."
The last mortal who caught the attention of the Roman and Greek deities was Heretic Julian.
The imperial emperor supporting the Polytheism camp’s restoration.
Crow Queen Triss was truly concerned about his safety, after all, the ancient Roman and Greek Pantheon had long been extinguished; she had long given up.
She only wished to find that overseas nation, seeking a haven for everyone.
Heretic Julian died unexplainably.
With so many Polytheism priests protecting him, the imperial emperor suddenly died violently; at the time, some even speculated the spear was a disguised holy relic - ’Lance of Longinus.’
After receiving the goddess’s weak response, Crow Queen Triss’s first reaction wasn’t exuberant joy, but worry about Duncan’s safety.
They had already lost.
At a time when even the coffin of the ancient Roman and Greek Pantheon was nailed shut, suddenly such attention on Duncan inevitably stirred Triss’s unease.
Duncan immediately understood Triss’s meaning.
He gazed down at the witch with a flawless moonlit beauty, his fervent gaze causing her cheeks to lightly flush as if she were a bashful young girl; ultimately, Duncan couldn’t help but kiss her lightly and said in a deep voice, "Let nature take its course, don’t worry too much about these things."
Duncan was still under the state of ’Odin’s Gaze.’
A lot of debts don’t weigh down.
It’s simply another gaze from Diana or Artemis.
Crow Queen Triss’s words made him realize one thing, the ancient Greek and Roman Pantheon might not be completely extinct; they’re now in a decimated state, the exiled deities cut off from faith and worship in reality.
As long as someone can reconnect the worship, they can unseal the coffins and re-establish in reality.
Of course, they would still be no match for the church.
The slumbering Diana might have placed her hopes on Duncan, hoping he could help restore faith and worship in the real world, which is why she responded to prayers related to him.
"Looks like the ancient Roman and Greek Pantheon camps still want to rely on my power for another revival?"
This was the conclusion Duncan reached after contemplating.
He’s just like the next Heretic Julian, becoming the salvation straw for the fallen Pantheon camp.
Why bother, use it as long as it’s useful.
Duncan was still wearing Diana’s insignia, still under ’Odin’s Gaze,’ unless a True God descends personally into the real world; otherwise, he’s not anxious at all.
Perhaps his confidence influenced Triss before him, Crow Queen couldn’t help but tiptoe and kiss him lightly, whispering, "I will visit Merlin tomorrow."