Chapter 20
My Empire Chapter 20
2020-11-03
Chapter 20 20 DiscordThe world is indeed changing, in this little-known place like 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 served the Lontate family all his life and doesn't have much time to make his own decisions. But now, he is fortunate that he made a correct decision, followed the young Dez here, and witnessed the coming of an era.
"It's just nonsense!" 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.
"This is where production is going, it's completely nonsense!" Looking at Serris City's slightly rough development model, Guerlo, who has long been familiar with this kind of thing, can no longer be familiar with it. He said sadly: "This is a complete mess! It's messed up!"
The Old Mister, who was nearly sixty years old, jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the door, jogging all the way and just happened to bump into it. Dez coming out of Chris's study.
Old Mister gasping for breath, grabbed Dez, and said happily: "You have found the treasure! You have found the treasure! As long as I work, a year later, this will be the most fertile place in the entire continent. !"
Dez saw the expression of Gurlo's Old Mister that he brought, and knew that his investment at this time was guaranteed to be profitable. So he laughed and threw away the thought of blowing up the nursing home in his previous life: "How is it? Is there any potential?"
"You are right! This world will change because of this! We Will become the richest person in this world!" Gurlo squeezed the information in his hand and said to Dez: "Give me ten days, and I will sort out the development plan here..."
"Five days!" Behind Dez, Chris leaned on the door frame with a smile and stretched out a palm: "I'll only give you five days! Now you're taking over as Minister of Economy for Alanhill dukedom! Five I want to listen to your detailed report."
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In the great hall of brightly lit, a general was wearing a gorgeous short shirt with gems encrusted around his waist. With a long sword, frowned looked at the prime minister Clark who was still chatting just now, and asked, "Just like this to support a dukedom on the border, isn't the prime minister a bit too playful?"
His It's not loud, but it's full of air. The whole voice reverberated in the great hall, having ups and downs like music: "Since the Alanhill family has the ability to conquer Maine and the ferry in a short time, they naturally have their own capital. Your indulgence is buried for the empire. There are hidden dangers."
In the entire empire, anyone who dares to talk to Chancellor Clark like this can be counted on one's fingers, this is the uncle of the Arrant Empire, the queen's big brother, who is also the empire. The general commander of the army, the Great General Lock Zorn.
As both a relative and a powerful minister, the status of this General Zon is naturally half higher than that of Chancellor 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. His stalwarts stand in great numbers and his supporters are also countless. General Zorn has to respect most of the time. his opinion.
These two people, one civil and one military, one controls the government and the other takes root in the army, and they have divided up most of the power of the entire Arrant Empire. They are called "Uncrowned Kings" by the people.
As the "King Wen", Prime Minister Kleike waved his hand disapprovingly, said with a cold laugh: "General Zon is still too cautious, behind us is the Holy Demon Emperor, are you worried? A little dukedom, dare to fight against the Holy Demon Emperor?"
"I heard that the boy from the Alanhill family used a weapon comparable to magic in this war..." General Zorn, who is called "Martial King" by the following people, has no intention of compromising, and questioned: "If they really have this kind of weapon...then we have to be on guard."
"Since the general The adults have said this, let's talk about a solution." Clark is still neither fast nor slow, as if there is nothing he cares about in this world. He just ate Dez's 200,000 gold coins, so he naturally wanted to speak on Dez's side.
As a chancellor, I still have some credibility. After all, he took the money of the Lontate family, and he still had to do something more or less, otherwise he would not be able to explain to the Lontate family, nor to his other supporters.
To be the Prime Minister of the Empire, Clark is not a greedy idiot, but he has his own considerations in it.
Watching a dukedom rise on the frontier is something no empire wants to see, and the Arrant empire is no exception. But why was Clark willing to agree to Dez's conditions, so that Alanhill was established?
In fact, the reason is very simple. The first is that this dukedom accepted Arrant's exploitation 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 Emperor, and is not afraid of any provocative actions by the mortal army.
In this world, there is no mortal army that can face the attack of Dragon Knight troops head-on, only need a simple war, the powerful mortal kingdom will be scattered ashes and dispersed smoke, the Arrant Empire is not afraid of a small The rise of the little dukedom.
Because of this, Chancellor Clarke just sat and watched Alanhill's rise after getting his own benefits and securing the benefits of the empire.
"Let the Alanhill family hand over these weapons!" The general had already 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 real They can be compared to magic, so let them be the weapons of the Arrant Empire!"
"That's okay, as the commander-in-chief of the Empire's army, you also have jurisdiction over the troops of the border dukedom, and order them to send their weapons to Imperial Capital comes, isn't it over?" Although Clark supported the establishment of Alanhill dukedom, he did not have any obligation to protect.
Being able to fight for this step for Alanhill is already the limit of the 200,000 gold coins that can be used, so he directly threw the problem to the general and made a matter of no concern to oneself high-hanging posture.
In his opinion, he has fulfilled his obligations, and the rest is the Great General of the Empire, the censure against Alanhill - there is a way to solve it, and then send gold coins to let him Just fight for Alanhill.
Hearing the words of the Prime Minister, a look of satisfaction appeared on the Great General's face. He nodded, no longer attacked Clark over Alanhill's question, and then talked about another matter: "Southern The Dothan Empire seems to be strengthening its troops on the border.”
“The Holy Demon Emperor has increased our taxes and made us pay more magic concentrates. It seems that the days of the Dothan Empire will not be the same. Great," Clark sighed, to Great General Lock Zorn.
The reason why the Arrant Empire can become a powerful mortal empire is inseparable from the support of the Holy Demon Emperor, and the support of the Holy Demon Emperor is built on the magic concentrate ore.
The mortal empires are not suitable for magicians to live for a long time because they have no magical energy, so Magic Empire is unwilling to directly rule these mortal empires, but in these places without magical energy, some mines are half full of 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 Magic Empire's extortion. In turn, these mortal countries that were extorted by Magic Empire can also rely on the support of 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 Empire don't have to pay any price, all they have to do is laugh at it.
For these Magic Empire, the only reason for the existence of mortals who cannot cultivate 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 without magic cultivators are not as valuable as those devil beasts who can act as mounts.
The layer-by-layer squeezing and exploiting have become the iron law of this 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 flows into a river. Dragon Knight of Magic Empire can destroy an entire infantry phalanx with no difficulty, and the battle strengths of both sides are not on the same level at all.
"Our two countries have magic concentrates. If the Dothan Empire declares war on us, the Holy Demon Emperor will definitely sit idly by..." Great General Zon gritted his teeth and said, "So I have already The mobilization is down - the Dothan Empire should know that they can't get any favors from us!"
The troops nod to the south, Prime Minister Clark sighed in relief, the empire depends entirely on the Great General for war matters You...Emperor Your Majesty's body recently..."
"I see." With a wave of his hand, General Zorn interrupted Prime Minister Clark's words: "I know that Emperor Your Majesty is not in good health, this kind of Don't bother Your Majesty with the little things, we can handle them."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door with his sword: "As for the Alanhill thing, I will handle it, Don't bother the Prime Minister!"
"hmph!" Prime Minister Clark coldly snorted, who was interrupted, clenched his fists and waited for the door of the conference hall to be closed before lowering his voice and whispered: "I think you'll be mad for a few more days! Asshole!""
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