After roughly three months of training, these new legions would begin to look somewhat like soldiers. If they drilled for half a year, and went through a certain amount of small-scale combat tempering, these raw recruits would quickly shed their skins and become qualified veterans.
No matter what, Enzo had now become the leading figure among the Gallic Empire military's young commanders. With ten legions directly under his command, even veteran commanders like Marshal Beian were far inferior to him. Whether in influence or real authority, no one in the Gallic Empire military could now compare to Enzo.
And as Lin Qi held down Berely, he was like a diligent great spider, endlessly spinning threads and weaving his web of influence throughout the Gallic Empire ever larger, ever tougher, and ever more secretive and concealed.
After idling away more than a month in Berely, the weather began to warm somewhat. The howling cold winds had vanished, and the heavy snow had disappeared without a trace. The blizzards that had blanketed the Western Continent for over three months had finally exhausted their last shred of strength. The earth began to thaw, black soil emerged from the fields, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, leaving the occasional sunny day.
Seated in a century-old restaurant in Berely's commercial district, Lin Qi leisurely savored strong rum and tasted a fragrant slab of demonic whale meat before him. Yu Lian, dressed in the uniform of a tax bureau director, propped his chin on the head of his cane and gazed thoughtfully through the floor-to-ceiling window at the finely dressed young ladies outside, sheltering beneath parasols.
"Spring is coming!" Yu Lian suddenly said out of the blue.
"Indeed. The girls on the streets will be changing into those thin, low-cut dresses again." Lin