Twenty Discord
The world is indeed changing, in this little-known little place called Serris City! Gurlo took off the lens clipped on the bridge of his nose, rubbed his already astringent eyes, and let out a long breath.
He has been serving the Long Tait family all his life, and he doesn't have much time to make his own decisions. But now, he is fortunate that he made a correct decision and came here with the young Des, witnessing the coming of an era.
"It's bullshit!" In the next second, he slapped the document in his hand on the table and shouted angrily, startling the waiters who accompanied him to read the document.
"Where is this production, this is completely nonsense!" Looking at the slightly rough development model of Seris City, Gurlo, who has long been familiar with this kind of thing and can no longer be familiar, said sadly: "This Totally messing around! messing around!"
The old gentleman, who was in his sixties, jumped up from his chair, rushed out of the door, and ran into Des who came out of Chris's study.
The old man was out of breath, grabbed Des, and said happily: "You have found the treasure! You have found the treasure! As long as I work, after a year, this place will be the most prosperous place in the whole continent!"
When Des saw the expression of Mr. Gurlo that he brought, he knew that his investment this time was guaranteed to make a profit. So he laughed and threw out the thought of blowing up the nursing home in his previous life just now: "How is it? Is there any potential?"
"You are right! The world will change because of this! We will become the richest people in the world!" Gurlo squeezed the information in his hand and said to Des: "Give me ten days, and I will The development plan here will be sorted out..."
"Five days!" Behind Des, Chris leaned on the door frame with a smile and stretched out a palm: "I only give you five days! Now you will take over as the head of the Duchy of Alan Hill. Minister of the Economy! I want to hear your detailed report in five days."
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In the brightly lit hall, a military general wore a gorgeous short shirt, pressed a long sword studded with gems at his waist, frowned and looked at the prime minister Clark, who was just talking eloquently, and asked, "Just like this at the border. To support a principality, is the Prime Minister a little too playful?"
His voice was not loud, but he was full of energy. The whole voice echoed in the hall, ups and downs like music: "Since the Alan Hill family has the ability to conquer Maine and the ferry in a short time, it naturally has its own capital. Your connivance is buried for the empire. danger."
In the entire empire, there are only a handful of people who dare to speak to the prime minister Clark like this. The one in front of him is the uncle of the Arrant Empire, the queen's brother, and the commander-in-chief of the imperial army, General Locke Zorn. .
As both a royal relative and a powerful minister, the status of General Zorn is naturally half higher than that of Prime Minister Clark. Clark can only treat his words with caution, so as not to fall into any trouble.
But as a prime minister, Clark is naturally not a good role to play. There are many sects behind him, and there are also countless supporters. General Zorn has to respect his opinions most of the time.
These two people were both civil and military, one controlled the government and the other took root in the army, and they divided most of the power of the entire Arrant Empire. They were called "Uncrowned Kings" by the people.
As "King Wen", Prime Minister Clark waved his hand disapprovingly and said with a sneer, "General Zon is still too cautious, behind us is the Holy Demon Empire, are you worried that a small principality would dare to be with the Holy Demon? Is the Empire right?"
"I heard that the boy of the Alan Hill family used a weapon comparable to magic in this war..." General Zorn, who was called "Wu Wang" by the following people, did not compromise at all, and questioned. : "If they really have such weapons...then we have to watch out.
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"Since the General has said this, let's talk about a solution." Clark was still in a hurry, as if there was nothing he cared about in this world. He had just eaten Des's 200,000 gold coins, so he naturally wanted to speak on Des's side.
As a prime minister, he still has some credibility. After all, he took the money of the Longtaite family, and he still had to do something more or less, otherwise he would not be able to explain to the Longtaite family, nor to his other supporters.
To be the Prime Minister of the Empire, Clark was not a greedy idiot, but he had his own considerations in it.
Sitting and watching a principality rise on the border is something that no empire wants to see, and the Arrant Empire is no exception. But why is Clark willing to agree to Des's conditions and let Alan Hill be established like this?
In fact, the reason is very simple. The first is that the principality accepted the exploitation of Arrant at the beginning of its establishment, and accepted the "condition" of tax tribute of 50,000 gold coins a year. The second is because the Arrant Empire has the support of the Magic Empire, the Holy Demon Empire, and is not afraid of any provocative actions by the mortal army.
There is no mortal army in this world that can confront the attack of the Dragon Knights head-on. It only takes a simple war, and the powerful mortal kingdom will be destroyed. The Arante Empire is not afraid of the rise of a small principality.
It is precisely because of this that Prime Minister Clark, after obtaining his own benefits and ensuring the benefits of the empire, sat and watched Alan Hill's rise.
"Let the Alan Hill family hand over these weapons!" The general had thought about it for a long time, and naturally answered quickly: "Take those weapons back, and we will study them carefully. If these weapons are really comparable to magic , then let them become the weapons of the Arrant Empire!"
"This is no problem. As the commander-in-chief of the imperial army, you also have jurisdiction over the troops of the border duchy. If you order them to send weapons to the imperial capital, isn't that the end?" Although Clark supported the establishment of the Duchy of Alan Hill, he did not have any prejudice. duty to protect.
It was already the limit of the 200,000 gold coins that could be used for Alan Hill, so he directly threw the problem to the general and made a gesture that he had nothing to do with him. Come.
In his opinion, he has fulfilled his obligations, and the rest is the empire's general, the accusation against Alan Hill - there is a way to solve it, and then send gold coins to let him help Alan Hill Just fight it out.
Hearing the words of the Prime Minister, the general showed a satisfied look on his face. He nodded, and stopped attacking Clark over the issue of Ailan Hill, and then talked about another matter: "There are many in the south. The Mori Empire seems to be strengthening its forces on the border."
"The Holy Demon Empire has increased our taxes and asked us to pay more magic concentrates. It seems that the days of the Dothan Empire are not very good." Clark sighed and said to General Locke Zorn.
The reason why the Arrant Empire can become a powerful mortal empire is inseparable from the support of the Holy Devil Empire, and the support of the Holy Devil Empire is built on the magic concentrate ore.
Because mortal empires have no magical energy, they are not suitable for magicians to live for a long time. Therefore, the magical empires are unwilling to directly rule these mortal empires. However, in these places without magical energy, some minerals are half-born with magical concentrates.
These concentrates are the materials that magicians need for alchemy or cultivation, and the consumption is very huge, so those countries that have magic concentrates within their borders have become the targets of extortion by the Magic Empire. In turn, these mortal countries that have been extorted by the Magic Empire can also rely on the support of the Magic Empire to extort other countries around them.
Countless magic concentrates were mined and transported to the borders of the Magic Empire, where they were treated as protection fees for mortals and paid to numerous Magic Empires. And these magic empires don't have to pay any price, all they have to do is laugh at it.
For these magic empires, the only reason for mortals who can't practice magic is to mine mines in the magic-free realm for them. In their eyes, these mortals are no different from livestock, and they are consumables that can be discarded at will.
From a certain point of view, these mortals who cannot practice magic are not as valuable as those monsters who can act as mounts.
Layer by layer squeezing and exploiting has become the iron law of the world's continuous operation, and it has also become the shackles that mortals cannot break free. There have been countless heroes who have tried to break the iron law and break free, but they have all failed. They have all become bones built under the iron law, and their names have been engraved on the shackles, becoming a terrifying curse.
Every time a mortal resists, blood will flow into a river. The Dragon Knights of the Magic Empire can easily destroy an entire infantry phalanx, and the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not on the same level at all.
"We have magic concentrates in both countries. If the Dothan Empire declares war on us, the Holy Demon Empire will definitely sit back and ignore it..." General Zorn gritted his teeth and said, "So I have mobilized my troops to go south - Dothan The Empire should know that they can't get any favors from us!"
Nodding his head, Prime Minister Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "For matters of war, the empire depends entirely on you, General... His Majesty the Emperor's body recently..."
"I see." With a wave of his hand, General Zorn interrupted Prime Minister Clark's words: "I know that His Majesty the Emperor is not in good health. Don't bother His Majesty with such trivial matters, we can handle it."
After he finished speaking, he followed the sword and walked towards the door: "As for the matter over Alan Hill, I will handle it, so I won't bother the Prime Minister!"
"Humph!" Prime Minister Clark, who was interrupted, snorted coldly, clenched his fists and waited for the door of the conference hall to be closed before lowering his voice and muttering, "I think you can be mad for a few days! You bastard!"
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