Two Sprouts

"Ha, ha..." Chris squeezed out an ugly smile to hide his shock: it seems that his understanding of common sense is useless in this world.

If there are dragons in this world, then there must be other strange things, such as other monsters, such as magic, and, for example, races other than humans.

In this case, it is hard to say whether the golden finger in his mind is as powerful as he imagined.

At this moment, Chris had to face the cruel reality and looked away from the very exquisite dragon slaying mural: "There are dragons in the Arrant Empire?"

"That's not it." Vagron replied: "The Arrant Empire, the surrounding kingdoms, and many noble castles are all 'mortal' countries. There is no magical atmosphere here, and no magical creatures."

"Because there is no magic atmosphere, it is not suitable for magicians to live and practice. Those powerful magic empires do not look down on this place. They can only let us manage, pay taxes, and indirectly rule us." Deans added: "Ya The Rand Empire is a powerful mortal empire nearby."

"Of course, even the weakest magic empire can easily defeat the mortal country - they have dragon knights, magicians... We are not opponents at all." As if arranged, Stryd said the third , introduced: "Your grandfather, who made a contribution in a battle against the invasion of wild dragons, was named the Lord of Seris City."

"Okay." Chris shrugged his shoulders with a sense of resignation. Now he can only plan slowly and carefully test the development.

The good news is not without it: since dragons can be killed by mortals, it doesn't seem impossible to deal with them. If Chris really comes up with anti-aircraft guns, it is estimated that killing the dragon will not be a difficult task.

"How many soldiers does my city lord have, how many properties do I have under my name? How much power... Tell me about it." Looking at the steak in front of me, Chris has no appetite now, so he quickly into a working state.

His three subordinates were somewhat capable, and quickly let Chris understand all the belongings in his hands.

As a lord, Alan Hill Chris has a powerful cavalry team of 300 people, and about 1,000 city guards.

Serris City is on the main road, and there are many small handicraft workshops. The agricultural production is also in good condition, and it can earn about 1,000 gold coins every year.

From any point of view, Serris City was a good place before the tax was raised. It's a pity that now, Chris has just arrived, and the good days are over.

"Why are we being taxed? Do you know this?" Chris thought for a moment and asked Deans.

Deans smiled wryly and replied, "Sir, the Arrant Empire also has to pay taxes to the powerful Magic Empire further west. As for why the price is raised, or not, it's all about those magicians. their mood."

This is a typical transfer of contradictions. The Arrant Empire is similar to a comprador. It threw all the taxes it had to pay to the surrounding small countries and lords, so that it could relieve its pressure and even gain a benefit.

"Do we have any specialties?" Chris, who had no good way to cut costs, turned to open source.

If you can find more ways to make money, paying a heavy tax of 1000 gold coins will not be a problem.

"We have a very special metal called ferrite, which is very hard and light, and is a good material for making weapons." Stried replied: "In addition, we have a wood workshop, where It can produce some furniture, the quality is good, and it is very popular with the nobles.”

"Another big tax item is tolls,

There is a surplus of about 100 gold coins a year. But moving tolls is risky. Our tolls are high, and there will be fewer businessmen and travelers in the past, and income will not increase significantly. ' Deans added.

Chris nodded, understanding a little about the current situation. There are not many problems that need to be solved, at least not in his view.

"It seems that we can only find a way on these specialties first. It may be a good idea to increase production capacity." Chris made up his mind and said to several retainers in front of him.

"Our craftsmen are limited. Whether they are carpenters or carpentry apprentices, they are already working hard." Strid seemed to be the person in charge of this, and he explained: "The same is true for the iron ore, if we Corvee more commoners, it will affect farming, dissatisfaction will spread, and the free people in the territory will migrate away.”

"Who said that to increase production capacity, you have to have more people?" Chris once again had a confident smile on his face - in this regard, he can do more than these people in front of him, because in another world, a Car production lines also do not require several workers.

The knowledge in his mind may not be able to be used for things like slaughtering dragons for the time being. It can improve some productivity and make the work of woodworkers easier. It is definitely a piece of cake.

"I can draw some parts, and if our blacksmiths can make these parts, it can make the rest of the work easier." He stood up from the dining table, eager to try: "When I was in a coma, I heard God give My instructions! God has shown me the way, and Seris will become the most glorious city in this world under the blessing of God!"

After he said that, he took the lead and walked out, and Vagron quickly followed with some uneasiness, as if afraid that Chris, who was a little crazy, could not think about it again.

"Hey... If God really favors this land, how could this place become a forbidden area and let us suffer here?" Deans sighed a little desolately as he looked at the back of Chris who had gone away.

"Yes, we are all mortals abandoned by God... I have known this clearly since I was two years old." Stried sighed the same.

"Do you think... Your lord is really okay?" Having said this, Deans asked Stryd beside him with a guilty conscience.

Stried didn't answer his colleague, but shook his head worriedly, showing his attitude.

Chris didn't hear what his subordinates were saying about him. He walked all the way down the corridor and arrived at the door of his office under the guidance of Vagron. There were two guards standing at the door, and it was obvious that the rules in the castle had not been messed up during the time he was in a coma.

The other party clenched his fist and pressed it on his chest to salute Chris, and Chris pushed the door and walked into his room. The furnishings inside are more luxurious than Chris imagined. It seems that the owner here knows how to live before.

The room full of books makes it look very charming, and the huge glass windows behind it let in more sunlight, making it much brighter than the interior of the castle.

"I'll make something myself here, just come and see me at dinner." Chris pushed Gvallon out of the door, then closed the door.

Soon, he rummaged through some design drawings from the industrial revolution period in his mind, and began to write and draw on the drawings with a quill pen.

The drawings in the period before and after the Industrial Revolution were actually not very clever, and Chris had to comment and explain so that others could understand the parts.

At sunset, the light became dim, and Vagron knocked on Chris's door, making the lord realize the passage of time and temporarily stop drawing.

"Let someone send enough candles here. I'll use them at night. In addition, I need to find a few more candlesticks. How can one be enough?" The waiter who entered Gron ordered a series of tasks.

When the waiter left the study, Chris rolled up the thick stack of blueprints on the table and handed them to Waggron: "Wagron! You go to the workshop yourself, find craftsmen, and let them build these parts! Use the fastest speed, after the completion, I will have a reward!"

Vagron took the blueprint and immediately nodded in agreement: "My lord, I'll go! We have the best craftsmen, and they can make the best armor!"

Chris nodded and let Vagron go, then he locked himself in the study again after a casual dinner, and stayed until the candles ran out before returning to the bedroom to rest.

It was almost noon the next day, and Chris hadn't opened his eyes yet. He only slept in the middle of the night, and today he is going to have a romantic relationship with his quilt.

It's a pity that when he was making out with the quilt, someone suddenly informed him outside the door, forcing him to give up the lingering in front of him and return to the cowardice of life.

Chris, who hadn't had a good rest, stretched his back and yawned, "Come in! What's the matter?"

General Vagron walked into Chris's bedroom with the long sword at his waist, and reported: "The blacksmiths have all the parts you want."

"So fast? Great!" Chris was suddenly sleepy, scratched his hair and jumped out of the bed, and began to put on his own clothes.

He had black hair, which the waiter said was a characteristic of foreign trade passed down from the ancestors of the Alan Hill family. Chris likes the shapely figure now, and also likes the handsome face now - he looked in the mirror last night, this face can really be said to be impeccably handsome.

What made Chris a little unhappy was that the aristocratic costumes in this world were very complicated. He was full of irritability when dressing, and he had to ask the waiter to come forward to help. It's not easy to go out, and his face looks better now.

Compared with the professional processing bases of later generations, the factory craftsmen here are still huddled together in a disorderly manner.

Next to the blacksmith shop is the wood workshop, and there is a canal in the middle for fire prevention. There was a busy scene everywhere, and the sound of sawing wood in the wood workshop came one after another.

Although the craftsmen who only got the blueprints last night didn't know the function of what they made, they were still trying their best to build the parts they were responsible for. After all, this is an order issued by the lord. I heard that it can also deduct taxes and even get rewards.

"Okay! Now let's witness the miracle of industrial civilization together!" Chris moved his shoulders and neck, rubbed his wrists and walked to the pile of parts.