258: Chapter 146, Rainbow Moon_3 258: Chapter 146, Rainbow Moon_3 Not only did she have a higher degree of freedom than usual, but she could also participate in the revenue sharing for each performance.
The box office revenue alone was rolling in wealth.
If she was willing to take on clients privately, her profits would be even more substantial.
Even for just having tea and chatting, there was more than one fool willing to foot the bill.
What really appealed to Isabel were the precious cultivation resources provided by the organization behind her.
In the Continent of Aslante, apart from nobles, there was another special group with high status – the strongmen.
When one’s strength was powerful enough, the limitations of their humble origins became irrelevant.
Outsiders could never dream that the delicate Miss Isabel is actually a knight with considerable strength.
If this news got out, her reputation might elevate even further, and she could possibly become the top singer of the continent.
However, these were not what Isabel wanted.
What she most desired was to control her own destiny, instead of relying on the Singing Maiden Group as she currently did.
To the weak, beauty is a sin.
“Beauty brings misfortune” is the best explanation.
Without the protection of the Rainbow Moon, she would instantly become meat on someone else’s chopping board.
If her luck was good, she might be taken in by a powerful figure; if her luck was poor, her fate would be unpredictable.
Isabel, in the slow-moving carriage, seemed to not hear the shouts from the outside world, not responding at all from beginning to end.
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The arrival of the Rainbow Moon Singer Group added some conversations for the nobles in the Southeastern Province after meals, but it didn’t affect their war preparations at all.
His Majesty the King made it clear: the province that performs worst in war preparations will be the first to lead the battle.
As a prompt learner, Governor Piers immediately revised the order and applied it to each county: the county that is not active in war preparations will send its troops first.
Nobody dares to ignore such blatant threats.
Besides a few fans rushing out for fun, most nobles were diligently training their troops.
Everyone was being forced into it, and the pressure trickled down from level to level.
Apart from Layton County, which organized everyone’s training, similar orders were given in each county – clans that were not proactive in war preparations would send their troops to the battlefield first.
If they didn’t want to go, then they wouldn’t have to join the county army.
No one needed teammates who would hold them back.
Switching sides was out of the question.
If their own county’s army rejected them, the larger forces outside would not accept them either.
Even though having more troops on the battlefield is always a good thing, if they were going to drag the team down, then it was better not to have them.
After an initial month of integration, Hudson’s group of officers finally started to show promise.
Judging by their formation and momentum alone, they were undoubtedly elites.
Especially since most of them were knights, their individual combat powers were not weak, increasing the value of the word “elite”.
Hudson, serving as the head instructor, had mixed feelings.
Compared to the officers he trained before, these guys were a whole better deal.
Despite their noble airs, under the supervision of Mr.
Belsden, each of them completed all the training without cutting corners.
It’s not that no one attempted to slack off, it’s just that the results were rather tragic; those people were still on their sickbeds, wailing in pain.
Every day after training, the group would visit the unlucky ones on their sickbeds in the name of unity.
This was not because Hudson was cruel, hinting Uncle Bear to act tough.
It was purely because that guy wasn’t brave enough.
During the training, Mr.
Belsden glared at him for slacking, which scared him so much that he turned and ran, accidentally fell into the dung pit and broke his arms and legs.
As for why this was so coincidental, it was definitely due to luck.
After all, everyone saw him fall into the dung pit, which had nothing to do with Uncle Bear.
For the long-term future of the injured, Hudson decided there was no need to be excessively careful about injuries that didn’t involve vital areas.
After all, priests were also busy.
Accidents were unavoidable during training.
“Broken tendons and bones recover in a hundred days,” the unlucky ones who were injured and dropped out of the training could only lay on their sickbeds and cry.
Regardless, knights had strong vitality.
Once the bones were joined, and a layer of magic potion was applied, all they needed to do was to slowly recover.
There would be no complaints.
At the end of each training session, Uncle Bear would give an inspiring speech to boost morale.
The specific content of the speech was often too vulgar and violent for harmony and thus cannot be disclosed.
But after every speech, everyone seemed invigorated, as if they were injected with the “essence of fighting roosters”.
Looking at the neatly arranged group of officers, Hudson delivered an impassioned speech: “An intense month of training has now come to an end.
Apart from a few lagging individuals, all of you have successfully completed basic training.
But this is only a beginning.
In the next month, you’ll be deeply embedded in your own family’s private army, fully passing on what you learned this past month.
You were all witnesses to the military training.
If you can’t learn, it just proves that you’re too dumb to be a general.
I won’t waste words.
The coming month will be a test of your learning achievements.
The soldiers you train will reflect the level of your own training ability.
It’s less than two months until harvest season.
After examining the results, you will have to lead the soldiers back to complete the harvest.
The subsequent military training will be implemented by you.
Don’t waste this critical month.
It’s still easy to ask questions and learn now.
It won’t be as easy in future.
Remember this phrase: If you want to make a name for yourself on the battlefield, you should sweat more in peacetime!
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