249: Chapter 143, The Handed-Over Military Power_2 249: Chapter 143, The Handed-Over Military Power_2 Only a god reincarnate, with energy coursing in its body, could pose a threat to a mighty being like himself, one of the strongest on the continent.
The older you are in the world, the more cautious you become.
Faced with a possible reincarnation of a god, the man in the mask had no desire to provoke him.
“Aren’t we going to look for the Blood Moon Horn then?”
Carlos asked with confusion.
The Skeleton Society had invested heavily in this “Evil Tool” and suddenly letting go doesn’t align with the nature of a cult organization.
“There’s no rush, we’re not the only ones looking for the Blood Moon Horn.
Release the information, the Blood Moon Horn is in the Mountain Domain, the members of the Clergy will naturally pave the way for us.”
The man in the mask said with a cold smile.
Those who know themselves best are always enemies, especially those made up of internal traitors.
Without a doubt, the man in the mask who had dwelled within the Clergy was very clear on their way of doing things.
Even if they didn’t regain their peak influence, the inherent arrogance was inherited.
Act as dominant as possible.
The Mountain Domain was not enough to make the Clergy fearful, once they receive the news, they will undoubtedly come knocking.
“Holy Master, isn’t there a chance we might lose out if the Clergy gets involved?
We promised the Kingdom of Frank that we won’t return empty-handed, it may not go so well…”
Carlos asked with some concern.
In conflict with the Clergy, they were already in a precarious situation, if they upset other powerful forces as well, life will be hard for them.
“Don’t worry, this is the Kingdom of Alpha.
The Clergy can at most send a few highly skilled individuals to investigate in secret.
Once they reveal their true identities, their treatment won’t be much better than ours.
You know how vigilant the Mountain Domain is, it won’t be easy to steal the Blood Moon Horn from here.
If they try to rob it by force, even if they obtain the Blood Moon Horn, they will not be able to carry it out in peace.
The main objective of the Kingdom of Frank is to cause trouble for the Clergy.
The Blood Moon Horn is just a means to an end.
In essence, it doesn’t hold much significance to them.”
The man in the mask said mockingly.
As the number one religion on the continent, the Dawn Sect should be respected, yet here they were treated like a cult, targets of public outcry.
It’s undoubtedly a great irony.
If they were to reveal their identities, one can expect the Kingdom of Alpha’s enthusiasm in hunting down members of the Clergy, would be even higher than chasing down the Skeleton Society.
Not just the Kingdom of Alpha, many countries on the Continent of Aslante also view the trouble-making Clergy unfavorably.
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With the execution of Caesar III’s secret order, the war machine of the Alpha Kingdom was quickly set in motion.
Under the push of various absurd reasons, rigorous military drills commenced everywhere.
Without adequate weapons, even wooden sticks had to be used for practice.
Sadly, military drills require skill and most of the nobles held drills that resembled farces more than actual training.
The caliber of the lower-class nobles was just frustrating.
It’s not every family that has deep military knowledge to pass on, it’s a minority.
While touring his territory to inspect the training progress of the nobles, Hudson was so angry his face had gone green.
Often seeing a few people brandishing a random assortment of weapons, while the rest cheered them on from the sidelines.
Can this also be considered training?
The thought of having to lead such an army on the battlefield made Hudson recall the motley force that quelled the Skeleton Society’s rebellion.
But the problem this time is that their enemies are the vicious orcs, not like last time where they were in a competition of incompetence.
Compared to the Orc Empire, the Kingdom of Alpha is the weaker party.
Hudson does not have the mindset of coasting towards victory like in the past.
With all eggs in one basket, there wouldn’t be any whole ones left?
Hudson now has a career and a family, no longer the poor little knight he was before.
When the orcs invade, a penniless little knight can flee, but as a noble lord, there is no route of retreat.
With personal interests at stake, Hudson had to worry for his “allies”.
Not that there aren’t high achievers.
For example, the folks from the North, they train soldiers worthy of their names.
It’s just that those have complex forces behind them.
Having offended too many people, Hudson didn’t want to get close to them and invite trouble for himself.
Otherwise, he would have tried to poach from Wes long ago.
The so-called Northern Alliance can’t stop his incursion.
As for the drill this time, he merely waved at them.
Whether they wanted to execute it or not was none of his concern.
Yet the ones he had dismissed had exceeded his expectations, training every eligible man in their command.
Bizarrely enough, the local nobles he valued made frequent blunders.
It’s not that they were uncooperative, but they genuinely lacked the ability.
What they don’t know, they don’t know.
In the majority of their legacies, they only focused on training a small elite guard.
Although during the last full-scale war, the Kingdom of Alpha was forced to mobilize fully, but from the scant details in the history books, Hudson knew the results weren’t promising.
Considering the severity of the last war, most noble houses who participated perished.
The people were all gone, the experience accumulated on the battlefield had undoubtedly been buried underground.
“Uncle Charles, is this how you do your drills?”
A frustrated Hudson asked.