Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0020 Disharmony
The world is indeed changing, changing in this little-known place called Seris! Gurlo took off the lenses clipped on his nose, rubbed his already sore eyes, and let out a long breath.
He had served the Longtate family all his life, and had not made many decisions on his own. But now, he was glad that he had made the right decision, following the young Des to come here and witness the coming of an era.
"This is nonsense!" The next second, he slammed the documents in his hand on the table and shouted angrily, scaring the waiters who were accompanying him to read the documents.
"This is not production at all, this is sheer nonsense!" Looking at the somewhat rough development model of Seris City, Gurlo, who is already familiar with this kind of thing, said with great sorrow: "This is sheer nonsense! Sheer nonsense!"
The old man, who was nearly sixty years old, jumped up from his chair, rushed out of the room, and ran into Des who was walking out of Chris's study.
The old man panted and grabbed Des, saying happily, "You found a treasure! You found a treasure! If I can run it, this will be the richest place in the whole continent in a year!"
When Des saw the expression on Mr. Gullo's face, he knew that his investment this time was a sure win. 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're right! The world will change because of this place! We will become the richest people in the world!" Guluo held the information in his hand and said to Des, "Give me ten days, and I will sort out the development plan here..."
"Five days!" Chris smiled and leaned against the door frame behind Des, holding out a hand. "I'll only give you five days! You'll take office now as the Minister of Economy of the Principality of Ailanhill! I want to hear your detailed report in five days."
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In the brightly lit hall, a general wearing a gorgeous short shirt, holding a jewel-studded sword at his waist, frowned at the Prime Minister Clark who had just been talking, and asked, "Isn't it a bit too much for you to support a principality on the border just like this, Prime Minister?"
His voice was not loud, but full of energy. The entire 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 , they must have their own capital. Your connivance is sowing hidden dangers for the empire."
In the entire empire, there are only a handful of people who dare to speak to Prime Minister Clark in this way. The man in front of him is the uncle of the King of the Alante Empire, the Queen's elder brother, and also the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, General Locke Zorn.
As a relative of the emperor and a powerful official, General Zorn's status was naturally higher than that of Prime Minister Clark. Clark could only treat his words with caution to avoid any handle.
But as the prime minister, Clark is naturally not an easy character to control. He has many powerful families and countless supporters behind him. General Zorn has to respect his opinions most of the time.
These two men, one civil and one military, one controlled the government and the other was rooted in the army. They divided up most of the power of the entire Alante Empire and were called the "Uncrowned Kings" by the people.
Prime Minister Clark, who was also known as the "King of Literature", waved his hand disapprovingly and sneered, "General Zorn is still too cautious. We have the Holy Demon Empire behind us. Are you worried that a small principality would dare to go against the Holy Demon Empire?"
"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 of War" by his subordinates, had no intention of compromising and questioned: "If they really have such a weapon... then we have to be on guard."
"Since the general has said this, then come up with a solution." Clark remained calm, as if there was nothing in the world that he cared about. He had just eaten Des's 200,000 gold coins, so naturally he had to stand on Des' side.
As a prime minister, he still has some credibility. After all, he took the money from the Longtite family, so he still had to do something, otherwise he would not be able to explain to the Longtite family or his other supporters.
Clark was not a greedy fool to be able to become the prime minister of the empire. He had his own considerations.
Sitting back and watching a principality rise on the border was something that no empire wanted to see, and the Alante Empire was no exception. But why was Clark willing to agree to Des's conditions and let Ailan Hill be established?
In fact, the reason is very simple. First, this principality accepted Alante's exploitation at the beginning of its establishment and accepted the "condition" of 50,000 gold coins in tax tribute per year. Second, because the Alante Empire has the support of the magic empire of the Holy Demon Empire, it is not afraid of any provocation from the mortal army.
There is no mortal army in this world that can directly confront the attack of the dragon knight troops. It only takes a simple war and the powerful mortal kingdom will be wiped out. The Alante Empire is not afraid of the rise of a small principality at all.
It was for this reason that Prime Minister Clark, after obtaining his own benefits and ensuring the benefits of the empire, sat back and watched the rise of Elan Hill.
"Let the Ailan Hill family hand over these weapons!" The general had already thought about it, so he answered quickly: "Bring those weapons back, and we will study them carefully. If these weapons are really comparable to magic, then let them become the weapons of the Alante Empire!"
"That's no problem. As the commander-in-chief of the imperial army, you also have jurisdiction over the troops of the border principalities. Just order them to send their weapons to the imperial capital, isn't that all?" Although Clark supported the establishment of the Principality of Ailanhill, he had no obligation to protect it.
Being able to achieve this for Ailan Hill was already the limit of what the two hundred thousand gold coins could do, so he simply threw the problem to the general, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.
In his opinion, he had fulfilled his obligations. The only thing left was the empire's general's criticism of Ailanhill - there was a way to resolve it. He could just give him more gold coins to make him argue for Ailanhill.
After hearing what the Prime Minister said, the general showed a look of satisfaction on his face. He nodded and stopped challenging Clark on the issue of Ailan Hill. He then talked about another matter: "The Dosen Empire in the south seems to be strengthening its troops on the border."
"The Holy Demon Empire has increased our taxes and asked us to pay more magic concentrate. It seems that the Dosen Empire is not having an easy time either." Clark sighed and said to General Locke Zorn.
The reason why the Alante 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 magic concentrate ore.
The mortal empires are not suitable for magicians to live in for a long time because they have no magical energy, so the magic empire is unwilling to directly rule these mortal empires. However, in these places without magical energy, some mines are half-grown with magical concentrates.
These concentrates are the materials that magicians need for alchemy or cultivation, and the consumption is very huge, so those countries with magic concentrates in their territories have become the targets of extortion by the magic empire. In turn, these mortal countries extorted by the magic empire can also rely on the support of the magic empire to extort other countries around them.
Countless magic ore was mined and transported to the border of the magic empire, and was paid to the numerous magic empires as protection fees for mortals. However, these magic empires did not have to pay any price, and all they had to do was accept it with a smile.
For these magic empires, the only reason for the existence of mortals who cannot practice magic is to mine minerals for them in the magic-free area. In their eyes, these mortals are no different from livestock, and they are all consumables that can be discarded at will.
From a certain perspective, these mortals who cannot practice magic are less valuable than the magical beasts that can serve as mounts.
Layer upon layer of oppression and exploitation has become the iron law that keeps the world going, and it has also become the shackles that mortals cannot break free of. Countless heroes have tried to break the iron law and break free of the shackles, but they all failed. They have all become piles of bones piled up under the iron law, and their names have been carved on the shackles, becoming a terrifying curse.
Every time mortals resist, rivers of blood will flow. The dragon knights of the Magic Empire can easily destroy an entire infantry phalanx. The combat effectiveness of the two sides is completely not on the same level.
"Both of our countries have magic concentrates. If the Dosen Empire declares war on us, the Holy Demon Empire will definitely sit idly by..." General Zoen gritted his teeth and said, "So I have mobilized the troops to the south - the Dosen Empire should know that they can't get any advantage from us!"
Nodding, Prime Minister Clark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Regarding matters concerning the war, the Empire will completely rely on you, General... His Majesty the Emperor has been in poor health recently..."
"I understand." Waving his hand, General Zorn interrupted Prime Minister Clark's words: "I know that His Majesty the Emperor is not in good health. Don't bother His Majesty with such a small matter. We can handle it."
After saying that, he walked towards the gate holding the sword: "As for the matter over at Ailan Hill, I will take care of it, so the Prime Minister does not need to worry about it!"
"Humph!" Prime Minister Clark, who was interrupted, snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and waited for the door of the conference room to be closed before muttering in a low voice: "I wonder how long you can be so arrogant! Bastard!"
