Chapter 382 It's Bart's Turn!

What is a special zone? Find a place with unique location advantages in the kingdom, draw a circle. Bless you!

Rorschach stated that he tinkered with the factory just as a hobby after studying magic, and it was purely accidental that he accidentally became the strongest in Byrne. Your Majesty, please believe me, the title of nobility is like a thunderstorm to me

Rorschach left quietly, just as he came quietly, had a lunch, and left a new plan.

King Albert Ludwig stroked his beard, stared at the palace gate where Rorschach left and asked: "Master, what do you think?"

The one who came out was not a fortune teller, but Feuerbach: "Commercial. Special Zone? Interesting."

"Isn't it a commercial city-state? Wasn't it the case in the southern countries of the continent before? A group of businessmen instigated and redeemed the city from the lord, and became tyrants themselves." The king was satisfied and dissatisfied with Rorschach's plan. Anyway, it was a pity that this young and wealthy wizard didn't jump into the pit.

"Different. Very different." Feuerbach's eyes shone with golden light as if he had seen some new magic: "In terms of legal theory, it is not even as independent as the border earldom, but it enjoys a high degree of autonomy in business and production."

The great wizard immediately understood the key: "Your Majesty, if a farmer has been planting barley in previous years, and now he hears that wheat has a better harvest, what will he do?"

Albert immediately gave a plan: "Set aside a small piece of land in the first year and try it out. If it grows really well, then change all the crops. You mean"

"Yes, if he succeeds, the city hall can follow his experience and promote it. If not, it will be revoked. Compared with enthroning nobles and abolishing titles, it is obviously more flexible and more acceptable for you to issue decrees and revoke them according to law."

Master Feuerbach's analysis moved the king. Indeed, Rorschach's plan did not divide the kingdom legally, which was better than setting aside noble territories. As for the inability to distribute the pressure of armaments, I hope that as the young wizard said, the tax growth of the special zone will be expected in the future!

The special zone will exchange limited autonomy for the resettlement of refugees: set up a committee and issue its own laws in the field of business.

"Master, what do you think of the current military situation of the Empire? They have already taken Condi, and Valois is on the verge of collapse."

Feuerbach snorted coldly: "Please wait for the turnaround with peace of mind. There is one point that the Order Church and the Magic Guild agree on - we will not allow the existence of an empire that unifies the Ferrolun continent!"

"It would be better this way"

Bart was also worried about the problem of refugees. The last time Rorschach met him, he was changing guard with the army.

But things quickly deteriorated.

He had been lazily watching the welfare home distribute porridge to refugees. Now the fields on the outskirts of the city were not cultivated, but were occupied by tents to temporarily accommodate these people who had traveled from Valois.

The winter sun was very warm, and there was the fragrance of cooked grains and the sound of hundreds of refugees swallowing saliva.

Suddenly, a smelly shoe fell from the top of the city and almost fell into the pot of grain porridge. Bart was startled, and his eyes and hands quickly deflected the trajectory of the shoe to prevent the porridge from being contaminated.

"Hey!" Bart used the [Mage's Hand] to directly lift the "little grenadier" down from the top of the wall. It was a little kid from the city.

"Put me down!" He fluttered and was held down by Bart. Bart scolded the soldiers: "What do you think of the city gate!"

The guards were indifferent: "Sir, why bother with a child? He is a child from the city. He won't be like the little brats over there, touching your pocket with their hands and feet."

"Over there" of course refers to the refugees. The guards spoke loudly, and the people who received the porridge dared not speak out when they heard it.

Slowly, the residents near the city gate came over, and a strong woman was full of anger: "What did you do to my child?!"

Bart still wanted to remain patient. He maintained a good reputation among the residents in Würzburg and did not want to "destroy his personality" in this small border town. He first showed his ID, used his identity to scare the old lady, and tried to communicate with the kid: "Why are you doing this?"

"My dad said that those people eat free food! They eat our food for free, and we have to pay more money to support the soldiers this winter! I didn't have any sugar this winter."

"They are not eating for free, they just lost their homes because of the war. If you and others don't support our army, you will lose your house and land like them, and you can only drink a bowl of porridge every day."

I don't know if the child understood it, but he stopped making trouble anyway. Just when Bart thought the matter was about to be resolved, someone among the onlookers said: "If they are really hungry, won't they still eat the smelly shoes in the pot? Why do you give them such good food?"

There was another commotion, and the guards fired directly into the air to stop it.

There are many similar bad moments. From time to time, rumors broke out among the refugees, saying that Byrne would turn them into slaves. Such rumors caused panic, and from time to time people fled, and there were fools who attacked the soldiers who monitored and protected them.

That night, another guard woke Bart up from his bed and reported: "Sir, there is a riot by refugees, and they have seized a patrolman's gun!"

"Are you idiots? How could you let someone who is hungry seize it!" Bart got up cursing, and quickly locked onto the rioter who wanted to enter the grove with his [Dark Vision], and then dealt with this fool as quietly as possible in the dark.

"What the hell are they doing above? These people are a scourge. Send them all to neighboring countries. Then we build a long wall on the border to stop all these troublemakers." Bart and the border guards were fighting among the refugees and locals. The residents were offended by both parties because of the directive from above to "properly relocate them."

Proper shit! Let refugees fill the homes of those who give orders.

"Sir, don't get excited. The border is so long. How can we build a wall to seal it all off?"

"You haven't seen my brother. He has several big golems, and he can build them very quickly."

Just when Bart was physically and mentally exhausted and on the verge of giving up his career, he finally received letters from Würzburg and Munich.

The first one was an official document jointly signed by the palace and the city hall. He hurriedly scanned it with anger: "What special zone? Hmm. Self-governance requires asking dad to participate in the work." When he saw "resettlement of refugees and participation in reclamation", he finally A long roar: "Great! Our days of being cowardly and passive are over!"

Another look: "The original troops are responsible for the escort and organization of the refugees."

"." Bart had the urge to tear up the official document.

However, Würzburg's letter changed his view. The writer is his wife:

"To my love:

"(Nasty words omitted)

"May I know about the new royal order? I couldn't help but be happy when I saw it.

“I have heard the stories of my ancestors since I was a child: it was our ancestors who led the knights and a group of exiles and sinners to snatch land from the hooves of the barbarians and open up fertile fields, and only then did we have the kingdom we have today.

"If you still have the ambition you confessed to me, please think of my ancestors! No matter whether the people who follow you are refugees or homeless people from afar, become a leader worthy of their safety. You save Those who live their lives will be loyal to you; the new home you create for them will be your most solid foundation.”

Bart put away the letter and shook his head: "Amelia, I want to be a member of Parliament, not a king."

Even so, he still cheered up and began to organize the refugees to move to their new home.