Nineteen One Flags

Des let out a long sigh and put on a smile again: "Since these weapons are useful, then my investment is worth it."

He stood up, walked in front of Chris, put his hand on Chris' shoulder, and said solemnly, "There are countless contradictions in this world, and the rich and the poor are only a small part."

Retracting his hand and pinching a small distance between his thumb and forefinger, Des continued: "So, no matter how rich I am, in the eyes of the mage, I'm just an ant."

"The oppression and bullying of the mortal country by the Magic Empire is the most cruel and intolerable thing in this world!" Des mentioned this matter, and even his handsome face became distorted: "We are not human beings. It's just their captive livestock, can you understand this feeling?"

"We were born on an ordinary land, and we can only bear the fate of mortals." Des stared at Chris and said word by word: "But I'm not convinced! I'm Des! Longtette Des Sale! I want to change the fate of mortals!"

"You showed me hope! The hope that a mortal can defeat the dragon and kill those magicians! Chris!" Des clenched his fists and asked, "What about you! You are willing to give those who claim to be gods The magicians of the past, to be dogs for life?"

"I never thought about being a dog, Des." Chris shook his head and said, "I just know that there is no problem in this world that a cannonball can't solve... If there is, then open it. Two shots!"

"Hehehehe." Des looked at Chris and laughed, and the more he laughed, the more unscrupulous he became: "Hahahaha! Well said! We don't want to be slaves and lackeys! We want to be upright people!"

"That's why I support you! Because the first time I saw you, I knew you were the same person as me!" Des said with a smile: "When you ask me 'to invest in a country's monarch, How many times can the profit be made?', I knew that you and I are the same kind of people!"

He restrained his smile and looked at Chris seriously: "So, what about now? I'm not investing in a monarch, but to overthrow everything in this world. Are you still willing...or you dare to take my money? Invest?"

Chris still didn't answer Des's words immediately, he just tapped the hilt of his saber, which was a little habit he was thinking about.

As a traveler who wants to use industrial civilization to change the world, as an alien in this world, Chris naturally wants to do something. If he just wants to live his wealthy life mediocrely, then he doesn't need to go to great lengths to make artillery.

No matter from which point of view, he wants to challenge the world in his bones, there is no doubt about this, so he is very interested in Des's statement.

Indeed, he needs a reason, or rather a banner, to unite all the forces he can. It is impossible for one person to fight for hegemony in this world, and he is not the top powerhouse in the novel, and of course no one has the power to challenge the order.

The power of mortals... Challenge the magic empire... This is really a slogan that makes one's heart skip a beat... Chris kept weighing in his heart, calculating the pros and cons.

Des also did not urge Chris to make a decision. In his opinion, the more cautious the other party is, the better it is. He wanted to cooperate with a prudent and capable leader, not an impulsive lunatic.

Once this flag is raised, mortals all over the world will long for Alan Hill's rise, and if he fails, the wizards of the Magic Empire will not give him any chance of making a comeback. He will be burned to death on the flagpole by the dragon's breath, turning into a dark history that no one dares to mention.

However, even if he does not cooperate with Des, one day, he will become an alien in the eyes of those magicians: modern technological civilization,

It is an inevitable result that one day he will become a formidable enemy of magic.

Science and technology have endowed human beings with the ability to travel against the wind, to transmit voices over thousands of miles, to transmit influence patterns, and to travel 80,000 miles a day while sitting on the ground—and these conveniences were once the privileges of magicians.

In the same way, terrifying science and technology can destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and can destroy a city in an instant, and all this was something that only magicians could do in the past!

Under the promotion of Chris, mortals will also master countless means comparable to magic, and even more powerful than magic in some aspects. At that time, will mortals willingly accept the enslavement of magicians? Will the magician sit and watch the rise of mortals again?

So, the fact is in front of us, even if Chris doesn't go to trouble with the Magic Empire, in the end he will be at odds with the magician group... This is a dead end that will be faced sooner or later, a contradiction that cannot be compromised.

Thinking of this, Chris felt that he had no choice: on the one hand, he had to face the pressure of the Magic Empire no matter what; on the other hand, he really needed Des's financial support right now. So he can only cooperate with Des to take over the battle flag that represents the rise of mortals.

"Ailan Hill needs a flag... mortals should also control their own destiny! We will never be slaves!" After pondering for a while, Chris finally stopped his finger on the hilt of the sword, and said solemnly. Des said: "Alan Hill, from now on, is the hope of all mortals!"

"Happy cooperation!" Des smiled even more, bowed slightly and said: "Then, I, Longtay Des, is your most loyal follower! His Majesty Alan Hill Chris !"

Chris touched his nose and smiled shyly, and said embarrassedly, "I'm not used to it. Someone called me Your Majesty... Besides, did you really bring all your family's money?"

"How is it possible..." Des glanced at Chris, disdainful of Chris's financial knowledge: "I said 1.9 billion, that is all the belongings of the entire Longtaite family for hundreds of years, and the real estate all over the world. There are also businesses, countless caravans, and the total value of secret recipes!"

"Oh..." Chris thought that Des was talking about such a large sum of money, so he was slightly disappointed after hearing Des's words.

Seeing the other party's expression, Des suppressed his anger towards the ignorant and explained, "You think I'm a fairy? Even an empire can't get so many gold coins at once! I can raise it now. Yes, it's only about one million gold coins."

In fact, Chris doesn't know that Chai Mi is expensive, and Des's ability to raise more than 1 million gold coins in just over a month is the best proof of the profound heritage of the Longtaite family.

"Bribe the Prime Minister of Arrant to buy you the position of the Grand Duke, and you will spend 250,000, and you have to save some to pay taxes next year... You now have about 600,000 gold coins to pay." Des decided to disagree. With general knowledge, he directly reported an approximate number to Chris.

Hearing this number, Chris suddenly felt that he had become a rich man, and immediately said with a smile: "Very good! With these funds, we can immediately purchase materials and carry out faster industrialization!"

This is like a construction game player who uses secret skills. These cheating players have countless money when building a city, and they can ignore various business laws and directly build the buildings they need.

Chris, who got Des's money, is like such a player. He can purchase the raw materials he needs, and then build the industrial foundation of Serris City at the fastest speed.

Thinking that his wallet would shrink at an unprecedented rate, Des, who had already posted all his net worth, felt a sense of powerlessness in dealing with others. He held his forehead and said, "What do you want to buy... Come up with a list, I brought some caravans, and I can help you buy them back!"

With these caravans, Chris can also dispose of some backlogs of woodworking products and textiles in the warehouse, which can also relieve some of his production pressure.

"The second thing..." Chris returned to his seat, opened the purchase list, and said to Des: "Then... you first pay... the wages I owe the workers, please pay... …”

"I..." Des suddenly felt that he might have made a mistake. The guy in front of him is definitely not the master of the rebirth of a hero, but a very unreliable bastard. He hesitated to speak, but finally gave up his plan to struggle: "I'll go!"

...

Just when Des felt that he blew up the nursing home in his last life, and met Chris after suffering retribution in this life, in another room, the old gentleman Gurlo was staring at a stack of data.

This is the first time he has seen such a terrifying production capacity. A city's reserves of materials have been consumed within a month.

Except for the steel and wood that Serris is rich in, the rest of the raw materials have basically been used up, and these seemingly irrelevant things have been organized together and turned into one strange product after another: mechanical equipment !

The production of Serris City is basically completed with the support of these equipment, and the production speed is extremely fast. It is foreseeable that as long as there are enough raw materials, Seris can continuously produce materials and flood the entire continent.

Gurlo has served the Long Tait family for 30 years. In all these years, he has never seen such a subversive production capacity, nor has he seen such an unreasonable rate of production increase-he is now Believe what Des said when he came to him: "The world is changing!"