The Dark Elves had been driven into the most dangerous ravine on the day Massey was born.
Unexpectedly, there were still some left behind.
Looking at the captivating faces in Reid's memory, even Massey, who usually did not get close to women, had to admit it.
Dark elves were naturally synonymous with beauty.
But Massey noticed it when he opened Reid's memory.
Memories of the Dark Elves seemed to have been tampered with a little.
Some parts of the memory had been forcefully erased.
Fortunately, they only erased one part of the memory fragments, and it had nothing to do with the charcoal.
But… where did he get that charcoal with abundant elements?
Massey's hands were sore after swiping through for so long.
Reid's memory was still of peeping at various types of Dark Elf beauties.
There were long hair, short hair, wavy hair, and flat hair. There were hundreds of them!
Are you done?
Veins stood out on Massey's forehead.
'This lecherous swine! Can't you look at something decent?'
He was furious and slammed the memory fragment in front of him.
In an instant, all the Dark Elf memories in Reid's mind flashed and completely turned into fragments.
The last memory suddenly froze at the moment he received the charcoal.
Reid's scarred hand was tightly gripping the piece of charcoal.
This is the place!
Massey was quick. He stopped Reid's memory and repeatedly observed the landmarks around him.
He seemed to have obtained charcoal from a forest.
Moreover, the forest he was in seemed to be a place with rich natural elements.
If he could turn this forest into charcoal…
Massey's gaze instantly became fanatical.
Their West Laden Empire would become the only empire on the entire continent!
Even the current Divine Kingdom could only obediently move aside when they saw them!
Massey flipped through it briefly. There was nothing interesting to see in the subsequent memories.
…
"I found the source of the charcoal"
Massey slowly opened his eyes. The emerald scarab on his chest slowly folded its wings.
"It's in the territory where the Dark Elves were chased away. It should be made from local trees."
"A conservative estimate is that if we take all the materials over there, we can make at least 50,000 corresponding enhancement rings."
"Over 50,000?!"
Caesar's mouth was wide open in surprise, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up, almost reaching his ears.
With 50,000 enhancement rings, it was equivalent to turning a group of trash apprentices who could only release sparks into powerful Forbidden Spellcasters!
At that time, he would see how his brother would compete with him for the throne!
At the thought of his annoying brother, Caesar's face instantly darkened.
The two of them were clearly evenly matched in terms of technical ability, knowledge, and governance.
But it was because his brother was born a few days earlier than him.
His father had made his brother the Crown Prince!
How could he accept this?
With so many Forbidden Spellcasters, who would need an army to fight?
Who needed to go through so much trouble to seize the throne?
With so many Forbidden Spellcasters, there was no need for him to say anything. The crown would be placed on his head!
"Have you found out anything about Count Morphetto?"
"Yes."
Massey nodded affirmatively.
"Although this old fox, Morphetto, is usually very cautious, he still revealed some flaws."
With that, Massey kicked the unconscious Reid.
"This person is under Count Morphetto's orders to go to the Forsaken Land and develop a new manor."
"However, he seemed to have encountered something and ended up in such a miserable state."
"Hmm… Looks like there are many dangerous beasts over there. But since it's a commission, there should be a commission document, right?"
"Yes, it's still stamped with that old fox's seal. There's no mistake."
Massey nodded affirmatively.
"However, according to what I saw in his memory, that document and related things should be with the Dark Elves now."
"Now, we just have to think of a way to get those documents and confirm the evidence of his violation."
"When the assets are confiscated, you will have contributed to this matter. Three-quarters of this old fox's assets will be yours."
"Let's do it."
Caesar leaned back on the sofa in satisfaction. In this way, the equipment and money needed to build an army were complete.
The throne was firmly in his hands.
Next, it was time to send an exploration team to explore the depths.
Still…
Caesar suddenly frowned and sat up on the sofa.
"I think I heard you say that there are Dark Elves there?"
"Right."
Caesar frowned.
"Will it affect the people we sent out to explore?"
"I don't think so."
Massey relaxed to one side and made herself another cup of tea.
"There are only a few hundred Dark Elves in this person's memory."
"And they're almost all women. They're not a threat."
"That's good."
Caesar closed his eyes and sank into the sofa, thinking quietly.
"Spread my message. Pick a group of people from the guards and let them investigate the environment there on our behalf. Bring some materials back and build a camp."
"Don't tell them our real purpose. Just find a random reason to replace it."
Massey nodded.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
…
In just a few hours, Caesar selected a group of elite Knights from the guards.
They were well-trained and tall, and their armor shone brightly.
Caesar's eyes were slightly red as he stood in front of everyone with a little girl in his arms. His words were filled with pity.
"My fellow countrymen. Just yesterday, one of our fellow Knights unfortunately died in the Forsaken Land."
Caesar hugged the little girl sadly and said to everyone.
"When this child passed by the edge of the Forsaken Land, he was attacked by wild beasts."
"And that brave Knight, in order to save her, chased a wild beast into the Forsaken Land!"
"Although the child escaped, those despicable beasts in the Forsaken Land also killed him."
Upon hearing this, everyone present revealed regretful expressions.
Very good, the emotions were stirred.
However, it was still a little short.
The effect would be better if the child cried.
Caesar stole a glance at the little girl and pinched her thigh hard when she was unprepared.
Cry faster!
The child's eyes reddened from the pain and she immediately started sobbing.
"It's all my fault… I shouldn't have gone there to play…"
"It's not your fault!"
Caesar acted like he was possessed by a drama queen and pretended to be heartbroken as he held the sobbing little girl in his arms to comfort her.
This scene made the Knights below the stage even more moved.
"Now, pack up and set off. Remember your mission goal. Find those beasts and avenge your compatriots!"