Shaya knew what Altolia was thinking.
As a transmigrator, he knew what a high-yield crop like potatoes meant to this barren island.
Unfortunately, Shaya had no choice but to pour cold water on the already excited Altoria.
"Those are crops from another continent.”
"In terms of productivity in this era, let alone Britain. Even the former Roman Empire could not reach such a distant place.”
" Besides, the yield of potatoes has only increased step by step after hundreds of years of breeding and optimization.”
"I think it's better for you to give up on this dangerous idea.”
Shaya suggested.
The magnificence of the Great Voyage Era was indeed fascinating.
However, that required productivity and technology as support.
As for the current Britain…sorry, the most advanced navigation technology was still in the hands of the Saxons.
Compared to the invaders who could cross the English Channel, the Celts who had lived on the islands for generations were truly landlubbers.
Therefore, it was only natural that Shaya was pessimistic about the discovery of the new crop.
But at the same time, what Shaya did not expect was:
"Things might not be as difficult as you think.”
Compared to his pessimism, Artolia looked positive and optimistic.
Moreover, there was something even more ridiculous.
The Knight King, who was full of fighting spirit, actually gave a plan that sounded ridiculous, but it was very feasible after careful consideration.
"Although we can't reach such a distant place for the time being.”
"But there are people who can search for it for us!”
As if she had thought of something interesting, Artolia blinked her eyes excitedly.
The golden hair on her head moved without any wind, showing her joy.
She was in a good mood and ate two more pieces of bread in one go.
After some careful consideration, Shaya finally realized who the person who could help her find potatoes was.
Nightmare: A creature without a physical form that feeds on human dreams. As long as there was a dream, it could appear in any corner of the world.
Coincidentally.
A certain heartless flower magician... just so happened to have half the bloodline of a Nightmare.
"How pitiful."
This was the first time Shaya felt sad for Merlin.
Thinking about it, when Altolia had just become the King of Britain, she had turned into a big capitalist and squeezed her former teacher to the greatest extent.
As expected of the Knight King who didn't understand people's hearts. He really had no humanity to speak of!
At the same time, Shaya felt very fortunate.
"Fortunately, I'm only a sword."
"This idiot won't make things difficult for me, right?”
……
After a simple breakfast, it was time for daily training.
However, of course.
For the current Artolia, swordsmanship was no longer her main focus.
With the power of the red dragon, there was no one else on the island who could defeat Altoria except for Voltigen.
As for Voltigeng…he was not an enemy that could be defeated with " skills "!
According to Magician's teachings, only Mystery could defeat Mystery.
As the Red Dragon King who came from the same source as the White Dragon King, Altoria had to find a way to increase her mysteriousness. He would do his best to defeat the source of the disaster.
As for how to improve this so-called mystery…
"I think you can try to become one with my sword.”
"I'm very strong, you know that. If you can fully display my strength, forget about Futigeng.”
"Even if it's a certain purple BBA, you can beat her until she calls for her mother.”
In the training ground, Shaya was talking nonsense.
He didn't know if there was a realm like " One with the Sword " in this world, but it was still worth a try.
It was fine if he failed, but what if he succeeded?
Wouldn't that make him handsome?
Artolia did not hesitate at all when she heard Shaya's suggestion.
"Good!"
She nodded and focused all her attention on the Holy Sword that had once again transformed into Frostmourne.
The fragment of the source of ice and death was once again tightly held in her hand.
However, it was different from the last time.
Yesterday, she had come into contact with these two origin fragments as a sword wielder.
As a channel connecting her to the root fragment, the King's Sword played a " protective " and " neutralizing " role, thus avoiding most of the damage.
But now, Artolia, who had believed in Shaya's words, was shocked. Without any protective measures, he used his soul to forcefully come into contact with these two origin fragments with terrifying power.
Fortunately, she was a Red Dragon.
As a creature born from the will of the British Isles, she could be regarded as the " Guardian God of Britain " to some extent. She was born with a high resistance to this mysterious power.
However, it was only resistance.
After enduring the discomfort and forcefully touching the two pieces of the root, Altolia realized something.
"No."
"They don't suit me."
She could feel it.
These two origin shards were constantly rejecting her contact.
Her soul was also instinctively rejecting these two origin fragments that were completely incompatible with her attributes.
This meant that even if she forcefully fused the two origin shards, it would not bring about a fundamental improvement in her mysteriousness.
It was even possible that due to the conflict in her attributes, she would mysteriously decline.
Shaya was also quite regretful about the result.
"I see."
Shaya said as she looked at the Frostmourne in the system store. She regretfully drew a big cross on it.
In the beginning of the Tyrant Training Plan, he had wanted to train Altoria into a British version of the Lich King.
From the Death Icicles to Frostmourne, he had planned out the leveling route clearly.
However, based on the current situation…this plan that he had come up with with so much difficulty would probably have to be considered for a long time.
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