The world is indeed changing, changing in the little-known place of Serris! Gurlo took off the lens clamped on
the bridge of his nose, rubbed his astringent eyes, and let out a long breath.
He has been serving the Longtaite family all his life, and he didn't make many decisions on his own. But now,
he was fortunate that he had made a correct decision, and he followed the young Desaier to come here and
witnessed the coming of an era.
"It's a nonsense!" In the next second, he slapped the file in his hand on the table, shouted angrily, and
frightened the waiters who accompanied him to read the file.
"Where is this production? It's all nonsense!" Gurlo, who was already familiar with this kind of thing and
couldn't be familiar with this kind of thing, said bitterly, looking at the slightly rough development model of
Serris City: "This It's all messing up! No way out!"
This old gentleman, who was nearly 60 years old, jumped up from his chair, rushed out of the door, and
jogged all the way just to run into Desaier who came out of Chris' study.
The old man was out of breath, grabbed Desaiel, and said happily: "You have found the treasure! You have
found the treasure! As long as I come to operate, one year later, this is the richest place in the continent!"
Desaier saw the expression of Mr. Gurlo that he had brought, and he knew that his investment this time was
not lost. So he laughed, and threw out the thought that he had bombed 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
said to Dessell while holding the information in his hand: "Give me ten days, I will I will sort out the
development plan here..."
"Five days!" Behind Desaiel, Chris smiled and leaned on the door frame, and stretched out a palm: "I only give
you five days! Now you will take office as the Principality of Alan Hill. Minister of Economy! I will listen to your
detailed report in five days."
…
In the brightly lit hall, a military commander wore a gorgeous blouse, pressed a long sword studded with
gems on his waist, frowned and looked at the prime minister Clark, who was still talking, and asked: "Just like
this on the border. Isn't the Prime Minister a bit too trivial to support a Principality?"
His voice is not loud, but he is full of breath. The whole voice echoed in the hall, ups and downs like music:
"Since the Ailan Hill family has the ability to conquer Mayne and the ferry in a short period of time, it naturally
has its own capital. Your connivance is burying the empire. Hidden danger."
In the entire empire, there are only a handful of people who dare to talk to Prime Minister Clark in this way.
This is the uncle of the Arante Empire, the queen's brother, and the commander-in-chief of the imperial army,
General Locke Zorn. .
As a relative of the emperor and a minister of power, the position of General Zorn is naturally higher than that
of Prime Minister Clark by a half. Clark can only be cautious about his words, so as not to lose any handle.
But as the prime minister, Clark is naturally not a good role to play. He has many clans behind him and
countless supporters. General Zorn has to respect his opinions most of the time.
These two men, one weapon and one weapon, one controlling the government and the other rooted army,
divided up most of the power of the entire Arante Empire, and were called "uncrowned twin kings" by the
people.
As the "King of Wen", Prime Minister Clerk waved his hand disapprovingly, and said with a sneer: "General
Zorn is still too cautious. Behind us is the Holy Demon Empire. Are you worried about a small principality that
dares to fight the Holy Demon? Is the empire right?"
"I heard that the kid from the Ailan Hill family used a weapon comparable to magic in this war..." General Zorn,
who was called "King Wu" by the following, had no intention of compromising and questioned: "If they really
have this kind of weapon... then we have to watch out."
"Since the General has said that, let's talk about a solution." Clark is still in a hurry, as if there is nothing he
cares about in this world. He had just eaten Dessier's 200,000 gold coins, so he naturally wanted to stand on
Dessier's side and talk.
As a prime minister, he still has some credibility. After all, he took the Longtaite family's money, so he had to
do more or less things, otherwise he could not explain to the Longtaite family, nor could he explain to his other
supporters.
To be the prime minister of the empire, Clark was not a money-greedy idiot, but he had his own
considerations in it.
Sitting and watching the rise of a principality on the border is something no empire wants to see, and the
Arante Empire is no exception. But why Clark was willing to agree to Dessier's terms, so that Allan Hill was
established like this?
In fact, the reason is very simple. The first is that the Principality accepted the exploitation of Arante at the
beginning of its establishment, and accepted the "conditions" of tax and tribute of 50,000 gold coins a year.
The second is because the Arante Empire has the support of the Magic Empire, the Holy Demon Empire, and
is not afraid of any mortal army's provocations at all.
There is no mortal army in this world that can confront the attack of the Dragon Knights. It only takes a simple
war, and the powerful mortal kingdom will be wiped out. The Arante Empire is not afraid of the rise of a small
principality at all.
Because of this, Prime Minister Clark took his own benefits and ensured the benefits of the empire, and then
sat and watched the rise of Ailan Hill.
"Let the Ailan Hill family hand over these weapons!" The general thought about it a long time ago, and he
naturally answered quickly: "Get those weapons back and we will study them carefully. If these weapons are
really comparable to magic , Then let them become weapons of the Arante Empire!"
"That's okay. As the commander of the imperial army, you also have control over the troops of the border
duchy. If you order them to send their weapons to the imperial capital, isn't it over?" Although Clark supported
the establishment of the Principality of Elan Hill, there was no bias. Duty to protect.
Being able to fight for Ailan Hill to this step is already the limit that the 200,000 gold coins can function, so he
directly threw the problem to the general and made a posture that it didn't matter to him. Come.
In his opinion, he has fulfilled his obligations. The remaining thing is the great general of the empire. If you
want to solve the blame on Ailan Hill, you can send gold coins to make him justify Ailan Hill. Just strive.
Hearing the Prime Minister's words, the general showed a look of satisfaction on his face. He nodded, no
longer attacked Clark about the issue of Ailan Hill, and then talked about another thing: "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 let us pay more magic concentrate. It seems that life in
the Dothan Empire is not easy." Clark sighed and said to General Locke Zorn.
The reason why the Arante Empire can become a powerful mortal empire is inseparable from the support of
the Holy Demon Empire, and the support of the Holy Demon Empire is based on the magic concentrate ore.
The mortal empire has no magical energy and is not suitable for long-term residence of magicians, so the
magical empire is unwilling to directly rule these mortal empires, but in these places without magical energy,
some minerals are half-life of magic concentrate.
These concentrates are materials needed by magicians for gold alchemy or cultivation, and the consumption is
very huge, so those countries that have magic concentrates in their borders have become the target of
blackmail and blackmail by the magic empire. Conversely, these mortal countries that were blackmailed by the
Magic Empire can also rely on the support of the Magic Empire to blackmail other surrounding countries.
Countless magic concentrates were mined and transported to the border of the magic empire. They were
treated as mortal protection fees and paid to many magic empires. But 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 the existence of mortals who cannot practice magic is to mine for
them in the magic-free realm. These mortals are no different from livestock in their eyes, and they are all
consumables that can be thrown away at will.
In a certain perspective, these mortals who cannot practice magic are not as valuable as those monsters that
can serve as mounts.
Layers of squeezing and exploitation have become the iron law of the endless operation of this world, and it
has also become an inescapable shackle on mortals. There have been countless heroes who tried to break the
iron law and get rid of the shackles, but they all failed. They have all become bones laid under the iron law,
and their names have been carved on the shackles, becoming a curse of horror.
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 both sides is not on the same level.
"Our two countries have magic concentrates. If the Dothan Empire declares war on us, the Holy Demon
Empire will definitely sit idly by..." General Zorn gritted his teeth and said, "So I have already mobilized troops
to the Dothan Empire. It should be clear. , They can't get a bargain with us!"
Nodded, Prime Minister Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "For war matters, the empire depends all on you, the
general... Your Majesty the Emperor has recently been physically..."
"I see." With a wave of his hand, General Zorn interrupted Prime Minister Clark's words: "I know that your
majesty is in poor health. Don't bother your majesty with such small things, we can handle it properly."
After speaking, he walked towards the door with the sword: "As for the affairs of Ailan Hill, I will deal with it,
so I won't bother you, the Prime Minister!"
"Huh!" The interrupted Prime Minister Clark snorted coldly, squeezed his fist and waited for the door of the
conference hall to be closed before lowering his voice and muttering: "I think you can be crazy for a few more
days! Bastard!" —