Chapter 1307, The Salary Holder for Everyone (5,600 Words Super Chapter!)

"I see the fire.

Spread from the feet.

I hear thunder.

rattle on the road.

Don't call me a liar.

for I have seen fire.

About to devour all. "

——— Greg Mattak, the new chief wizard of the Imperial Royal Family and the Supreme Dean of the Amber Academy.

Greg Mattaker lies fast asleep in the stables of the Imperial Zoological Park.

As the chief wizard of the imperial royal family, Mattak can of course live in the second-best room in the imperial palace or let the imperial royal hotel open the king's suite as long as he wants, even when Brunswick's food reserves are stretched. Hundreds of barrels of delicacies can still be brought out from the warehouse, including the finely ground wheat flour from Ivey collar, the best snowflake beef from Midden collar, the top-grade wine from Brittany, the delicious desserts from Halfling, and the delicious dessert from Rick collar. A variety of high-end luxury grilled sausages.

Yes, as one of the iron triangle with the highest status in the imperial court (as well as the emperor and Marshal Rick), Matak deserves to enjoy so much. All division Gelts did the same thing—the former blew up an unknown number of imperial properties, and at the same time organized expeditions to die in Obien. The latter also mobilized a lot of resources, and the emperor even appointed him as leader of Thor Governor, it is unimaginable for a wizard to hold the military and political power of a former province at the same time.

Mattak didn't do that.

Because he knows very well that things like Germany's unworthiness are happening to him. He doesn't have the old qualifications and brilliant record of being a magic consultant for decades like Senus Gehrman, and it's even less likely that he will be like Gai. Like Galt, he conquered all the Great Wizards of the Empire with the ultimate alchemy with one hand, and grasped with both hands with military magic.

Matak has neither strong qualifications nor the strength to stand out from the crowd. He was appointed without even going through the duel of the great wizard in "Night of a Thousand Spells", which put him in a very disadvantageous position.

Of course there is another reason, that is, it is difficult for him to fall asleep in a luxurious suite. Mattaker prefers the smell of manure, the sting of fleas and the sting of hay at home. The elf warhorse peed next to the haystack first, and then pooped some shit, and then sniffed the smell contentedly and fell asleep with its pillow on the haystack.

But what appeared in Mattak's dream was a nightmarish vision.

In a huge decaying and withered kingdom of God, a titan was lying on his back on the yellow earth. His leather armor rotted and emitted a pungent stench and disintegrated itself. His originally sacred and magnificent antlers had been poisoned. The vines are entangled, His whole body is covered with dark green moss, and there are a lot of flies floating on it. His strong body is covered with burning black warts. His torso is tightly tied to the black suffocating vines, which resemble the suffocating vines. The hungry snake twisted and shrank.

Mattak vaguely knew who the titan was, but he couldn't speak.

The titan is being watched over by a beautiful woman, an otherworldly virgin. His innocent countenance alone heals the heart, his tender touch heals the worst wounds, he is laboriously trying to heal the titan's wounds, and he weeps with tears that would have driven out the most vicious and horrific mortal diseases.

at this very moment,

He was powerless, and Mattak could feel that his power seemed to be weakened, much like the situation of Fang Ji who had just recovered from a serious injury and was seriously ill.

"Tal, father, stand up, stand up."

"Tal, my love, don't give up, be strong."

The goddess called in vain, and Tal's eyes, which became more and more cloudy and moved unconsciously in the absence, proved that the human god king had not fallen.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then!" Barely able to breathe, he roared with all his might, finally feeling better after alarming the Royal Zoo keepers.

Mattak decided to go immediately to the self-proclaimed Regent of the Empire, Reik Marshal Helberg, and tell him all this.

Almost at the same time, Rick Marshal Helberg woke up with bursts of heart palpitations. He found himself lying on the table, the exquisite parchment scroll was wet with saliva, and that terrible scene was still waving in Helberg's mind. Do not go.

Hufffungen was defeated, Karl Franz fell, the emperor fell from the sky riding the claws of death, and landed in the army of Chaos Warriors. The war was lost, and there were not one out of ten elites of the hundreds of thousands of empires.

This nightmare has been repeated in Helberg's mind a dozen times, and every time it hurts his heart.

The old man was subconsciously angry, he almost slapped everything on the table and wanted to sweep it away.

But he forcibly restrained himself again, he took a deep breath, grabbed a piece of bread and ate a couple of mouthfuls of dark beer, then got up and pushed open the window.

The capital of the empire, Charlemagne's throne, Brunswick, the style and appearance of the first city in the old world has made Helberg proud and intoxicated countless times.

Yet now the city is dying of disease.

The roads are covered with black dead moss, and vines with blight continue to climb up the buildings. Helberg hired more than 30,000 temporary cleaners to clean up day and night, but they can't stop it from spreading. Now half of the city has been destroyed. Moss and vines were covered, and even the glazed windows of the Imperial Palace began to show traces of moss.

The rivers Rick and Wesson, which run through the city, are choked with silt, with greenish-yellow stains, foam, and mossy silt clogging the river, and Helberg has the Brunswick Dock Gang exhausted. No effort could dredge the river.

The plague called malaria spread rapidly in the city, and about 100,000 people have been infected. Apart from one or two boxes of wood elf medicine imported from Brittany Oliver in the depths of the palace, there is no specific medicine.

Deep grief enveloped Helberg's heart, but the old man dared not slack off in the slightest.

His master, Karl Franz's empire is falling apart. After 30 years on the throne, Emperor Karl Franz barely managed to unite the empire together through a series of martial arts, political skills, military deterrence, and exchange of interests. Now With the death of the emperor and a series of electors it has fallen apart.

Helberg was unable to respond to the request of Acting Archbishop Esme III's "Reference Opinions on Expulsion of Luthor-Huss and Wotten", and Helberg was unable to deal with the snowflakes sent to him every day by the bureaucrats of the entire imperial cabinet asking him to deal with it Helberg was unable to deal with the economic situation of the collapse of the entire empire and dissatisfaction with the excessive issuance of military tickets. The old man had no experience in dealing with these things.

If Helberg was honest enough, it was only in the past few days that he really understood the brilliant achievements and extraordinary personal abilities of Emperor Karl Franz.

Electors, courtiers, wizards, engineers, and generals came in endlessly, making new demands on him every hour, either vital or trivial. Temporarily, his intimidation won the obedience of the three Electors and ensured himself control of the city's defenses.

only temporarily.

Helberg is very clear that Emmanuel and the mother and son are thinking about the throne. Geisel really wants to control the military power and he does have a fortune in his hands that can buy people's hearts. Haut-Anderson has no soldiers, no money, and is poor but can't Preventing the Elector from attempting to stretch his hands in finances and logistics, he addressed the Brunswick Wharf Gang and various corporate bodies in the city on more than one occasion.

The old man knew that he had to work hard and persevere, even if he was the only one left, he would still defend the glory of the empire!

Walking out of the door and the deep corridor, there was a smell of mold spores, and the old man's face became more and more ugly.

Have the moss and poison ivy got here?

Waiting outside the gate are the chief wizard of the Empire, Greg Mattak, and the head of the Rick Knights, Hans Zentler.

Matak came up and said directly: "My Regent, the plague is spreading, and the city is being swallowed by Nurgle's corruption."

"Yes, I know." Helberg looked at Mattak aggressively, as if warning him, but the old man thought that there was finally someone who realized the seriousness of the problem, and he wanted to express his appreciation And recognized, but his ferocious expression is no different from the Chaos Demon Mattak saw in his dream: "So what can you do? My chief wizard?"

"A solution? Didn't I come to you?" Mattak was obviously irritated by Helberg's plan, and the chief wizard said: "Give me 500 people, give me your old battalion, bring the best firearms and Equipment, I will take them into the sewer to search for the source of the plague."

"500 people? Fully armed? Old battalion soldiers?" Helberg looked at Matak with a foolish expression: "Do you think I will agree? Isn't it your business to expel corruption? Otherwise, the emperor will appoint you What is the chief wizard doing? I heard that the Brunswick sewers are at least 48 kilometers long, are you sick or am I sick?"

"Since I have been appointed Chief Wizard of the Royal Family, I obviously have the right to..." Mattak tried to emphasize his power.

"You should learn to solve problems by yourself. My great wizard, Senus Gehrman will burn these plagues with a fire, and Gelt will melt everything with molten metal. What about you? You will only watch and then beg me for help like a beggar?" Helberg tried to keep his composure.

"I will do my best, but the situation is different now..."

"no difference!"

"These plagues are killing the city, my Marshal, I noticed your soldiers in the city..."

"My God, my God, Charlemagne, do you only ask questions? The emperor appointed you to solve problems, not to ask questions!"

"I'm just trying to solve a problem!"

"Then go quickly!" Helberg's saliva sprayed on Matak's face, and the old man shouted: "Go to Salia Church or someone else, don't come to me, this is not our priority matters! Go and solve these plagues, immediately!"

"What is your priority?" Mattak was also angry, and the great amber wizard roared out like a griffin: "Is it chasing stolen goods? Ah! What Khorne decision? If the emperor is still..."

"Enough!!!" Helberg immediately pulled out the Rune Fang: "Get lost now! Go do your business, don't force me to get rid of you!"

Mattak took a deep look at Helberg, then at the Rune Fang in his hand, sneered, and turned to leave.

Mattak left, and Helberg looked at the great mentor Hans Zentler: "What's the matter?"

Zentler was already sweating all over his body at this time, and he whispered: "Marshal, the pursuit of stolen goods and payment... can't go on."

Due to the serious shortage of finances and food and the need for large-scale conscription, Helberg, in addition to issuing military tickets indiscriminately, ordered the army to carry out a "chasing dirty money campaign" against the whole city of Brunswick and even the Rickland.

Headed by the two mentors of the Rick Guards, Hans Gently and Heinrich von Kristwer, and the Grand Master of the Rick Knights, Hans Zentler, announced the "restraint" for the nobles in the capital. Chasing dirt and helping pay."

To be reasonable, this trick is actually similar to when Suria called the knights and nobles to a meeting in order to defend Korona before. The Queen of Knights relied on this moment to pull out 10,000 nobles' private troops and let the nobles willingly spit out big blood. Pens of real gold and silver, with this decisive battle with Sigwald and victory, famous in the Old World.

But specifically how to implement it, how to speak and use language skills to convince the nobles, how to make the nobles believe that they will be rewarded in the future, and how to make the nobles realize that if they do not defend the capital, they will suffer huge losses and their fundamental interests. This is very personal. Politics and negotiating skills.

Helberg's implementation directly turned into forced apportionment. The old man thought that the nobles of these empires must have a lot of money and food reserves in their homes, so he directly implemented "one size fits all", that is, how much the duke title should be paid, the earl How much is the title, how much is the viscount, how much is the baron, how much is the fief knight, how much is the chamber of commerce and the rich free people.

The most troublesome thing is that Suria negotiated by holding a court tea party, but Helberg believed that the court could not be trusted and the army should come.

As mentioned earlier, the qualified army in Helberg's hands is actually only the 1,000 left-behind standing army in Brunswick and the "old battalion" composed of more than 1,000 remnants of the Franz Guards Army he brought back from the north. The newly formed 70,000 There are many "Brunswick Royal Guard Corps", good and bad, and many local ruffians and rogue gangs have mixed in. The 50,000 Nuer elite who are strictly disciplined and can pay the army's salary and box lunch on time are prohibited from entering the city.

Under such circumstances, when the recruits heard that the "chasing dirty money" was to be used as "military salary", they were extremely excited. They immediately used the rules proficiently, extorted everywhere and even used lynching, asking for money from door to door. It quickly got out of control, and for a while, no one dared to dress brightly on the street anymore, and second-hand tattered clothes became a hot commodity, for fear that people would know that they had money at home.

And the most rogue is that Helberg issued military bills indiscriminately to plunder wealth from the market, nobles, and common people, but when collecting taxes and recovering stolen money, he required that it must be real money.

"Almost everyone is against it now, Marshal, if we continue, we will fall into civil war before chaos arrives." Zentler knelt down on one knee, and he looked like he was about to cry: "I am an imperial citizen and a I implore you, my Marshal, please stop!"

Helberg looked at Zentler, as if gauging his credibility and loyalty.

After a long time, the old man asked, "How are those Marienburg people, the damned splitters doing now?"

"They are hiding in the chamber of commerce mansion in the southern city..." Zentler told Helberg about the situation.

More than a hundred iron-blooded capitalists from the Upper and Lower Houses of Marienburg fled Marienburg and took refuge in the capital of the empire. They first demanded "equal status", emphasizing that they "fight bloody battles to the last soldier", and then took Published the document "Personal property is sacred and inviolable".

It's a pity that what they were facing was Ryan's little maid and eldest son. The little maid said, "Do you think the Iron-Blooded Duchess of Bennur would believe your nonsense?" and then ordered all their wealth to be confiscated, worth about 1.3 million gold coins in total. money and a lot of supplies.

Although the iron-blooded capitalists have many guards, they can't stop the Nuer army.

But Emilia didn't do anything wrong. She returned something worth 150,000 gold coins to the Marienburg merchants headed by Grand Duke Valverde according to the ratio, and told them that our Nuer people will remember your donation.

In any case, Marienburg merchants still have a large number of old world sales channels and relationship networks. In the future, Nuer's industrial products will continue to sell well all over the world. Emilia learned this from Suria. , You have to beat and cut leeks regularly, but you won't beat them to death with a single stick. Business is an important source of tax revenue.

"Send someone to look for that baroness, since so much has been confiscated, at least... spit out 70,000 to 800,000 yuan!" Helberg said coldly: "I know about this matter. Let's stop for now."

"Yes..." Zentler had just breathed a sigh of relief when Helberg continued to ask, "Has the messenger asking for help from Brittania set off yet?"

"I'm about to say this." Zentler hurriedly reported.

After Helberg asked the Imperial Diet to ask for help from Brittania, what did the imperial court under the Imperial Diet do?

The first step is to summon the court ministers, diplomats, station bureaucrats, suitable messengers, and scholars in Brunswick.

The second step is to hold an important meeting to ensure that the important leaders of various departments are fully present, and can play a role in promoting the resolution of the problem.

The third step is to express the opinions of all parties and fully discuss the following issues, the importance of choosing a messenger, the importance of the rhetoric of the letter, the consequences of asking for help, the consequences of not asking for help, and the possible cost of the arrival of the Britannian cavalry.

In the fourth step, all department leaders explain that the work of their departments has nothing to do with asking for help or sending letters.

Let the courier and the scholar choose for themselves. The courier wants to send the letter, and the courier bears all responsibility. If Ryan does not come to the rescue or makes a mistake, the scholar who wrote the letter bears all responsibility, not the problem of various departments.

If no one is sent to deliver the letter, then this problem does not exist.

Therefore, no messenger dared to send a letter, no scholar dared to write a letter, and the matter of asking for help was delayed like this.

Helberg closed his eyes in pain, bureaucrats!

It is very difficult to accomplish one thing, and there are ten thousand ways to fail to accomplish one thing!

"...Send someone and tell them." Helberg's deep voice sounded: "They just send out the message for help as soon as possible, right away, right away, within an hour I have to see the messenger will send the call for help Send Brunswick!"

"However, this matter is of great importance..." Zentler waited for further.

"Tell them!!! All the ties, all the responsibilities, I, Curt Helberg, will bear it all!!!" The old man roared hysterically: "That's it! Everything is my order, it's mine Responsibility, that’s all right!? Still want me to sign the regency decree? Then I will sign it now! Satisfy them! Satisfy them, we must ask for help! We can’t wait! Ryan Malcador needs time to assemble the army, Marienburg is gone However, it is impossible for all the Britannian knights to fly over the ax-bite pass!"

Zentler nodded silently, this is what everyone was waiting for.

The old man took the blame, and everyone will be able to do things easily.

After finishing speaking, he blew his anger a few times. Helberg was about to go outside, but Zentler still stopped him: "There is still this thing, please take a look."

Zentler held a thick roll of exquisite parchment in his hand, and its workmanship surpassed any current technology in the empire. Helberg took it and found that the signature on it was "VVC", and the ring seal was very gorgeous and ancient: "This yes?"

"This is what we found on top of the palace, surrounded by blood."

Helberg hesitated, but unfolded the parchment.

Black and red ink came into view.

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