"Commander-in-Chief, this is the report from the Northern Battlefield."
In the headquarters, Abel brought a document to Richard. Richard was multitasking, contemplating rune configuration while trying to optimize the witchcraft structure at hand, and considering which rules to fuse next.
Matters of the battle only occupied an insignificant portion of his thoughts.
Often, effort and diligence don't achieve the expected results, and the battlefield is such a place.
Staring at maps and sand tables all day, anxiously waiting for each report from the front lines, can do nothing to improve the situation.
Richard's current state was akin to "a clever housewife cannot cook a meal without rice."
"Oh, I hope it's not bad news."
Richard smiled and took the report from Abel's hand.
Abel respectfully said, "Don't worry, my lord. Although the Wizard Army in the Northern Battlefield is not elite, they are seasoned. These bugs can't do anything to them."
