Nine Hundred and Forty-Two Pull Him Into the Water

Many people were surprised by the sudden airborne landing of the deputy prime minister of the Alan Hill Empire in Briben.

Throughout the short history of the Alan Hill Empire, there has never been a precedent for the prime minister of the empire to serve as the consul of one party.

What makes people feel even more depressing is that this appointment was so sudden that even many local nobles were not prepared for it.

Just as the commander of the 116th Division drove back to his station, a group of old nobles were gathering in a castle in the port of Briben to discuss their countermeasures.

In the city, they had many eyes and ears, and the news that the imperial concubine and the deputy prime minister had arrived in Briben quickly reached them.

Originally, they were discussing how to deceive others and make good money by taking advantage of this plague.

As a result, the meeting to collect money suddenly turned into a meeting to study how to deal with the Grand Consul appointed by the Alan Hill Empire.

One of the nobles was very dignified, and said to the nobles sitting around the conference table: "Let's talk about it, what should we do?"

After he finished speaking with a long voice, he looked around at the noble old men and found that none of them had any intention of speaking.

At this time, everyone knows the truth of shooting the first bird. Come up with an idea now, maybe you will be responsible for the failure of the operation in the future, who wants to speak first?

A young nobleman couldn't hold his breath after all, and said impatiently: "What else can I do? It's nothing more than those few tricks."

An old nobleman shook his head slightly, and said in a long voice, "You cannot be killed if you are killed. A prime minister of the empire, even though he is a deputy, is still a prime minister! If a prime minister is assassinated by us, the empire will only Will send more difficult guys to trouble us."

It seems that only by prolonging their speech can they reflect their dignity and their identity...

Hearing that these people wanted to assassinate the deputy prime minister of the Elland Hill Empire, a well-informed nobleman laughed angrily at the ignorance of these people: "Are you crazy? I don't know what the origin of this deputy prime minister is. ?”

"Don't talk about finding a killer to break through the heavy guards at the Grand Consul's Mansion, even if he walks alone on the street, there are not many people who can kill him!" He said, showing off his knowledge and knowledge.

Someone soon realized something, and asked nervously, "Is he a magician?"

"This deputy prime minister's name is Alves...is Grecon's...big,

Grand Archon. "When it comes to the identity of Alves, this well-informed nobleman can't even speak fluently. The fastest update is on the computer side::/

After all, the Southern Kingdom is actually located in the southeast corner of the Magic Continent. This is a completely "mortal" country, and the nobles here have a natural awe for magicians.

Maybe they think that Chris, who is also from the Mortal Empire, is easy to deal with, but they absolutely dare not easily disobey the great magician Alves.

This is the gap in knowledge. They don't know that the dragons they fear, which Alves fears, can only behave like humans with their tails between their legs in front of Chris.

"...Why didn't you say it earlier..." Hearing this news, the expressions on the faces of the few leading old nobles became ugly. They really didn't have the guts to provoke such a heaven-defying existence.

"Then there is only one way left, to drag him into the water! Whatever he wants, we will give him!" Another old nobleman spoke confidently.

But his words were quickly refuted by other nobles: "What can we give him? The prime minister of the Alan Hill Empire, do you want anything?"

"He's not that damned little bastard from the Longtate family. He just became the deputy prime minister not long ago... We gave him 10 million gold coins, but he still doesn't kneel down obediently and lick our toes?" An old nobleman was in pain. gave a figure that he thought was very tempting.

As a result, before the number was settled, many nobles shook their heads: "That's too much... Where can we find so much money for him?"

"It's not easy, as long as he nods and agrees to stand on our side, we can continue to make those untouchables pay more money without anyone noticing!" An old nobleman with a beard had a cruel look on his face. With a smirk, he said, "Before, didn't we all do this?"

"As long as he turns a blind eye, the land will be ours when the untouchables die. We have the land, but are we afraid that no one will cultivate it?" A female nobleman followed up.

They are familiar with this kind of thing. Their parents and grandparents have been playing these methods for hundreds of thousands of years, and they have never failed.

The well-informed old noble nodded quickly and said: "Yes! Even if we don't farm, we have other ways to make money! Who knows if there are magic crystal mines, oil, or iron ore under these lands? ?As long as we find the mine..."

"Haha! Then we have so much money that we can't use it up!" Speaking of the mine, several nobles showed excited smiles on their faces.

They know this thing too well. The so-called eyeliners they sent out have already told their ears that the Alan Hill Empire needs a lot of ore, and that owning a mine will have countless wealth.

It just so happens that the plague can kill those poor civilians and create more land of no man! At that time, they can embezzle these lands as long as they do a little trick.

Forging documents, and then taking these places as their own, even if they sell them cheaply, the money is enough for them to squander for several lifetimes.

"Let that prime minister get a share! Doesn't he have no money? The little bastard of the Long Tate family is so rich, he, the deputy prime minister, is not tough when he has no money, right?" A nobleman continued to speak, as if he was emboldened by gold coins. . His tone was full of viciousness, and he seemed to be able to stand up to the Long Tate family.

An old nobleman beside him was a little unwilling and said: "I'm afraid that this guy will talk like a lion..."

"What are you afraid of? The fear is that he won't join the group! He is the deputy prime minister... If he nods, then we will have someone to talk to at the top of the empire. At that time, our interests will naturally be guaranteed!" The nobles are full of confidence and full of expectations for their future.

His words made more people nod: "Yes!"

"Yes!" The room was filled with approving voices.

"Let's raise money first! Take out a few million gold coins and let the deputy prime minister see the power of gold coins!" Amidst the voices of approval, the old nobleman at the head ordered everyone: "As soon as possible... be prepared!"