Kayal couldn't help but feel a little lost in thought, wondering how things were at the Knight Academy. Could Artoria handle it?
At this moment, he deeply missed the wireless communication equipment of the past. He even considered raising carrier pigeons... but that was clearly unrealistic. So-called carrier pigeons only have an auto-navigation function; they can only fly from one nest to another. The images on TV where they fly directly to someone's hand are all artistic embellishments... Perhaps in the future, his intelligence organization could possess such things, but for now, it was merely a pipe dream.
Kayal's thoughts raced, his mind working in a way entirely different from others.
He went from carrier pigeons to the stealth of intelligence units, then to the weapons of intelligence units, finally thinking about the country's weapon manufacturing level, and then to the revolution of bronze weapons domestically.
Kayal had a new thought almost every second, a new idea every minute. His brain quickly became overwhelmed by such intense thinking and started to feel a little foggy.
Immediately cutting off his thoughts, Kayal picked up his water bottle, took a sip, opened the window, and stared blankly at the bustling crowd below.
Agons didn't disturb him. He simply pushed the door open and left; he needed to compile student information. Every student here was a future pillar of Camelot. In other words, if someone with unknown identity snuck in, they could very likely be cultivating pillars and future opponents for the enemy!
Although Red Leaf Ridge had already established a massive household registration database, it was still a drop in the bucket for all of Camelot.
Therefore, this kind of information needed to be carefully verified.
And while Kayal was confident in his intelligence department, that confidence was completely shattered when the King of Scotland's 20,000 heavy infantry suddenly appeared without any prior warning.
He increased investment in the intelligence department but knew that such an organization could never be established overnight.
So he would not relax. If a mere Scotland could conceal such a large trump card, what about the Romanian Empire, which had dominated the European continent for hundreds of years?
Although the opponent was now in decline, with various colonial uprisings breaking out, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse. Could Camelot's intelligence agency be more powerful than theirs?
Kayal had never heard of any intelligence agency in the Romanian Empire, which only made him more vigilant, and the Red Leaf Ridge Special Forces were hidden even deeper.
Just as Kayal was calculating in his mind, the door was pushed open.
"Teacher, it's time. Please go out and give your speech." A girl with short, neat brown hair and a high nose bridge and yellow eyes, indicating Gallic heritage, pushed the door open and said.
Although both her parents were Gauls, she considered herself a person of Camelot. There were many such people among Kayal's eight hundred disciples, which was why Kayal was so confident he could assimilate the Scottish people.
Today, the first day, there were no heavy tasks or classes. It was just for students to get used to the campus, move into new dorms, familiarize themselves with their classes, and finally, meet Kayal, their top boss.
And Kayal, as the headmaster, was to give a speech.
Facing her as she entered, Kayal nodded. This time, he didn't carry his staff but simply walked out in his robe.
Unlike others who wore bulky clothes, Kayal always wore a fitted cotton undershirt, a white outer coat, and a white robe.
As he cultivated Light-attribute magic, as long as magic flowed through his body, he would have no problems. His body would always maintain a constant temperature, never feeling cold or hot. And Kayal's own physical fitness was excellent; years of practicing Yoga had filled his bones and muscles with astonishing flexibility, giving him strong sustainability.
Looking at Kayal with envy, the girl led the way out. Kayal's body had flexible muscles and was not terrifying like that of a bodybuilder. Every muscle was hidden beneath the skin before being used, and when Kayal exerted himself, his well-proportioned muscles naturally showed.
In fact, many of Kayal's disciples exercised a lot; this was for the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor.
The two academies were also like this. Although they focused on different areas, the Martial Academy (which most people now called the Knight Academy, while the original King Arthur Military Academy was rarely referred to by its full name—this might be why Artoria later became the Knight King) would have more physical training, while the Liberal Arts Academy (which was the Great Sage Academy) would have less physical training.
The top students of the two most outstanding academies would become exchange students. For example, the chief of the Knight Academy would come to the Sage Academy to learn about the application of weather, terrain, and personnel, while the chief of the Great Sage Academy would go to the Knight Academy to learn tactics, battle formations, and a series of things related to war.
Of course, for three years after five years, the chief students' education would be paid for by the state.
In Kayal's vision, the chief of the Knight Academy would become the future Grand Marshal, commanding the nation's military deployments, while the chief of the Sage Academy would become the Chancellor, managing the nation's resources.
After this, successive chief students would gradually come into a state of contention or opposition with their predecessors. At that time, they would become top politicians or military strategists. Their discussions or command artistry would make Camelot stronger, and the chief of the Liberal Arts Academy would gradually form a constitutional monarchy, uniting around the King to pass down their bloodlines for generations... However, fulfilling these visions would be a very time-consuming and arduous task, possibly even extending beyond Kayal's death.
But these two academies, as Kayal said, would be known in the future as the cradle of military strategists and the paradise of politicians, just like West Point in the United States and Peking University in China.
And now, Kayal was going to give his speech.
"This academy does not have a glorious history. Compared to our (Celtic) myths, this school is simply a joke."
"But I believe that you are the ones who will create the future and history. One day, you will be sung about by all people, not because of your bravery, but because of your wisdom! You will become synonymous with wisdom! You will lead the technology of the era! You are the trendsetters of the century! In the future! Each of you will be a Great Sage, you will surpass me, and achieve glory!" Kayal's words instantly ignited the passion of the group of young children, and the thunderous applause, like a tide, swept through the entire academy.
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