810: Chapter 536 Conqueror Gaven_3 810: Chapter 536 Conqueror Gaven_3 “We won’t disturb you further, my lord,” led by Oliela, the six female mages bowed and then withdrew together.
Several seconds later, a subdued, giggling female voice and whispers ca faintly from a distance, painting a vivid picture of the six female mages laughing riotously together.
Authority is sothing very real.
It might stem from a gigantic body type or a lofty status.
Such a thing isn’t necessarily about an individual emitting a certain aura; rather, it’s an involuntary, natural response people have due to these remarkable attributes.
Another form is the ferocious montum like that of the giant dragons, a part of special abilities and magic.
Gaven now possessed both—an external endorsent from being the leader of the migrant army and internal various special abilities ford by high charisma.
The effect of the Lady’s Companion on won was inherently unique, yet with the previous enhancent, it beca exceptionally extraordinary.
This was despite him not activating his Transcendent Body—otherwise, their challenge wouldn’t have been just breathlessness; even standing steadily here would have beco problematic.
Gaven wasn’t interested in eavesdropping on what these won were discussing about him behind his back; instead, he pondered the establishnt of a new departnt.
A situation like the one at hand was definitely not isolated but rely the beginning of what would inevitably happen as his power grew.
Not only would aristocratic families plant their mbers around him, but various powers and organizations would also send people his way—with both good and bad intentions, and even attracting ambitious individuals who would swear loyalty and join him in great endeavors.
The responsibility of the newly ford departnt would be recruiting and discerning these individuals.
Allowing those with good intentions and genuine allegiance to be of use to him, while keeping those with malice at bay.
This task would be continuous and permanent; as long as he wished to expand and strengthen, such issues were unavoidable.
“This is Lord Baron Gaven Nort of Nort Castle, the Rebooter of snoel, organizer of the Conqueror Army, destroyer of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom, founder of Blood Gorge City, reshaper of Dwarf Statue City, piercer of the Giant Plains, and founder of the Conqueror Path,” Veranika’s voice fluctuated with every title, pausing several seconds between each, as if giving the listener ti to react.
Gaven didn’t know how the listener felt, but he himself felt goosebumps all over.
Though most of what was said was factual, it felt a bit too showy and oppressive.
What is this Conqueror Army?
And what about the Conqueror Path?
Wasn’t it agreed to be called the Migrant Army?
The Migrant Path?
Even though it’s just a simple change of nas, it significantly alters the nature of many things.
The Migrant Army suggests the main purpose is migration, giving a relatively milder impression.
The Conqueror Army, on the other hand, exudes a dominant flavor—not rely about migration but conquest.
But now was clearly not the right mont to delve into this issue; Gaven could only sit solemnly in his commanding position, letting Veranika act as she saw fit.
“Good to et you, Conqueror,” a graceful female bowed to Gaven.
She, like him, was a Half-Elf, of a relatively pure lineage, evident enough to discern.
Her appearance was quite youthful, in her early twenties to not yet thirty, beautiful, with a distinctively gaunt look.
From top to bottom, she was exceedingly slender, yet without directly revealing the shape of her bones.
Dressed in a voluminous black robe, it made her appear even more frail and delicate, radiating a pitiable aura.
A subtle, yet powerful negative energy emanated from her, marking her as a cultist or a necromancer.
The gaunt woman introduced herself: “Grace Eileen, representing my teacher, Efanso’s current Guardian, the master of Bone Dragon Agasha, and lord of both the living and the dead, Arms.
I co bearing goodwill and peace, hoping to initiate trade with you, my lord.”
After hearing the series of titles she claid, Gaven realized that such introductions weren’t entirely useless.
Not only for intimidation, but they also let the opponent imdiately understand one’s strengths.
For example, being a master of Bone Dragon Agasha was a direct indication to Gaven that they commanded a bone dragon, compelling anyone considering a confrontation to weigh their ability to contend with such a beast.
This was a classic example of subduing the enemy without fighting.
Veranika, not Gaven, responded to the female necromancer, coldly stating, “This is a world of the living, ruled by the living.
For the dead to govern the living is to defy the order of the entire world, the sacred will of the gods.
Now that we have encountered this, we cannot sit idly by as this continues.”
By now, she had completely adapted to her role as chief of staff, developing unique insights and perspectives similar to traditional advisors or grand scholars, devising strategies while assisting the lord in managing various affairs.
In circumstances like this, she was responsible for providing alternative views and counterpoints.
There was no need for prior collusion; any proposal from the opposing side, whether good or bad, was t with an objection.
This allowed Gaven to maintain absolute initiative, deciding whether they were friend or foe.
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