Chapter 94 Mel's Day
At 7:00 in the morning, Meir Midalda woke up on time in her 200-square-meter bedroom.
She got up, went to the bathroom, washed up, tied her hair up with the help of servants, and changed into a slim and appropriate aristocratic dress.
At 7:15, have breakfast with representatives of the Shurima Chamber of Commerce in the banquet hall.
At 7:45, met with reporters from Piltover Daily and took promotional photos.
7:55, close your eyes and rest for 5 minutes.
At 8:00 sharp, he listened to the daily briefing prepared by his personal maid on time.
Mel took a long sip of coffee to drive away the lingering sleepiness.
In front of outsiders, she is a wealthy woman that everyone envies. But sometimes she feels more like a machine.
She cheered herself up, focused her attention, adjusted her posture and sat up straight according to aristocratic etiquette, then picked up the daily briefing presented by her personal maid and read it while waiting for the maid to report the key points to her.
"The Philos family's artificial Hex gemstone factory was forced to stop production due to a fire, so the price of our supply may increase."
"Another fire? Ha, monopoly business is really profitable." Meier frowned, and then ordered without thinking: "Tell them that we accept the price increase. But this time we need to sign a long-term supply agreement to guarantee that the supply price will remain unchanged for at least two years. This is the bottom line."
"Understood." The maid nodded and continued to report: "Mr. Jess requested to meet with you, he..."
"That 'treasure boy'?" Mel didn't ask what it was about, but smiled and replied, "No problem, make an appointment for me."
"And..." As she said this, the maid carefully stepped aside.
She is Mel's personal maid who has grown up with him, and her relationship with Mel is almost a sisterly one that goes beyond that of master and servant.
So she knew very well what Mel liked and what she hated.
Mel is not going to like this next bit of news:
"The family has brought a batch of slaves from the Ionian front, saying they are to support us."
As expected, Mel frowned upon hearing the news: "Didn't I tell you that I don't need this kind of 'support' from them?"
"But your mother insisted." The maid was embarrassed: "She said in the letter that you must accept these slaves. This is what Noxians should do."
"..." Mel felt a tightness in his chest.
When she was a child, she saw the Noxian army killing slaves.
That was almost a shadow over her life.
"And your mother also said," the maid added carefully, "As the war in the empire expands, more slaves will be sent here in the future. As a member of the Noxian nobility, you must help digest this excess resource."
Because there were so many wars, there were too many slaves.
"Barbaric!" Mel couldn't help but snort softly: "I think that His Majesty is simply crazy!"
"Miss, please be careful with your words!" the maid reminded hurriedly.
The Empire's secret intelligence organization, the "War Masons" of Noxus, is as pervasive and omnipresent as the night.
Therefore, for the ministers and nobles of Noxus, speaking ill of the emperor even at home is a very dangerous thing.
But Meier is right.
Now most knowledgeable people in the empire think that Emperor Darkwill may be crazy.
It is true that Noxus is militaristic, but it has been sustainably militaristic.
However, Emperor Darkwill has been like a rabid dog in recent years. He bites anyone he sees and won't let go once he's bitten.
Under his orders, Noxus is now simultaneously fighting the Freljord tribes to the north of the empire, the Ionian warlords to the east, the Demacia Alliance to the west, and the Shuriman natives to the south.
He has declared war on almost all the countries on the map that could declare war.
And there is no main attack, every route is a main attack.
As a result, the Empire suffered a head-on blow from Freljord's "General Winter" in the north, ran into the iron wall of Demacia in the west, and was simultaneously plunged into the vast ocean of people's war in Ionia in the east and Shurima in the south.
The war was fought on four fronts and the entire country was mobilized, but the war dragged on and on.
If this endless consumption continues, even Noxus will not be able to sustain it.
"The emperor's decision clearly contained a fatal error, but the nobles are still singing praises collectively." The maid didn't dare to say much, but Mel continued to mutter to himself indignantly.
"Oh, what the book 'Jana Thought' says is correct. The economic base determines the superstructure."
"The economy of Noxus has been completely hijacked by the military industry. These nobles who have made a fortune from the military-industrial complex and colonial aggression and the slave trade probably don't care about the fate of the country and the people at all."
"They just think that His Majesty the Emperor isn't crazy enough and hasn't started enough wars!"
"How can I govern the empire with these insects?"
Meier showed a rare cynical side, even unknowingly using some of Janna's theories.
"Miss..." The maid waited patiently for her to vent her nameless anger.
Then he asked carefully: "What about these slaves?"
Meier was silent for a long time, with a helpless expression: "According to the family's wishes, accept it."
"Where to send them?" the maid asked. "The family's factory in Piltover is already full of people."
“Looking for the Iron Fist Gang…” Oh, the Iron Fist Gang is no longer there.
Mel originally intended to sell these slaves as bonded laborers so that he could turn a blind eye to them.
"How about looking for other gangs?" the maid suggested, "Or sell it to the Alchemist Baron in Zaun?"
Even though the living environment in Zaun is so poor, the population continues to grow and the price of labor continues to fall.
It can be said that the Noxian Empire and their Midalda family have made indelible contributions.
"Then sell them to Zaun..." Mel actually knew that if slaves were sold to Zaun, it would be no different from being cremated directly. It was just a longer and more painful process.
But Noxus keeps sending slaves here, what can she do?
She was not a philanthropist, and it was impossible for her to support a group of slaves for nothing. Apart from Zaun, she had no other place to give them.
"Wait." Mel thought of something: "Today's schedule should include a visit to the Leader Factory, right?"
"Yes." The maid replied: "You have an appointment with Mr. Levi at 10 o'clock. From 10 to 12 o'clock, you will visit the Leader Factory and its South City Zuan Community. At 12:30, you will have dinner with representatives of the North City Community Council. At 13 o'clock..."
"I've postponed my plans for lunch and the afternoon," Meier said. "I want to spend more time in the leader's territory."
"Okay." The maid nodded.
Then she couldn't help asking, "Miss, are you too concerned about this Leader Association?"
"If it's just an investment inspection, there's no need for you to be there in person. What's more, you have to devote the entire day to them."
Mel was speechless. She really cared too much about this Leader Association.
The relationship between Leader and Janna has not been confirmed yet, so there is no need for her to be so attentive to this organization.
perhaps……
Has the content of that booklet influenced her unconsciously?
"Haha." As soon as this thought came to Mel's mind, he laughed helplessly again.
She is not some childish child.
How can it be so easy to be moved by a piece of text?
"Anyway, help me arrange this."
Meier thought about it seriously and finally figured out why he valued the leader so much:
"I'm just curious—"
"What can these idealists who hold theories to their heart's content achieve in reality?"
