What class should replace the nobility to manage the peasants?
Emperor Lancelot soon had an answer to this question.
"Mr. Haiert, you are proficient in spiritualism, right?" He called to a close subordinate.
The opponent died nine times in battle for him. As a think tank, he can do this. He is absolutely loyal.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I can use ordinary corpses to summon skeletons. But my mana is limited. I can summon souls up to five times a day, and I can summon fifty skeletons, and the skeletons also need my mana to maintain their activities. Compared with other skills, they
It’s not cost-effective.” Haiert said clearly.
The emperor was disappointed.
In fact, he should have known this a long time ago. If he could summon a lot of skeletons, and there were so many rat corpses on the battlefield, why didn't he summon hundreds of thousands of them?
This way we have already broken through.
Helter only summons some souls at critical moments, and is used to explore paths and lure enemies. He will never be used as the main warrior.
Of course the emperor didn't know, this was because his world was not one of invincible heroes and there was no corresponding magic power.
If skeletons want to exist, they must rely on the skills and mana of professionals.
Spiritualism didn't work, and his idea of using skeletons to replace the old aristocrats in managing the farmers was shattered.
If it is possible, skeletons are more economical than mice because they don't eat food.
As long as the farmers are allowed to work, the food will be eaten by the farmers themselves. No, some still need to be collected to build roads, build water conservancy, and pay military salaries...
But it can reduce the intermediate costs by 70%!
That's right, relying on the calculation skills of a professional, he already knew that the emperor taxed ten gold talers, and in the end the tax officials in the fiefs directly under the emperor would collect twenty or even thirty gold tales from the free people.
In other words, the emperor himself can only get one-third of the tax revenue!
This is already pretty good.
Some stupid and confused nobles were fooled by collusion between their subordinates and merchants in their own fiefdoms, and often could only get one-tenth of the tax amount.
"Your Majesty, are you worried that those blue-eyed mice will rob farmers from you?" Haiert was keenly aware of the emperor's worries.
"Yes, Mr. Helter, you know that there is no loyalty or honor in the eyes of farmers. They only care about their pots, beds, wives, and children. It's just that mice never care about these things.
Something." The emperor saw clearly.
Qing Haierte nodded slightly. If you can understand this, it means that His Majesty the Emperor is a qualified emperor.
Before he became a card player/priest/professional, he worked as an agricultural officer and worked with a baron.
The baron actually thought that it was natural for farmers to be loyal to their family.
Even if you give them less food, or even if you take away all the food and leave them to eat grass roots, they will not resist.
The last baron was killed by rioting farmers during a hunting trip.
The peasants were hanged, and the baron's fiefdom was taken over by his nephew.
After the nephew accepted the territory, he made an agreement that the farmers would rent his land and the share would be reduced to six to four.
He is six and the farmer is four.
The farmers cheered for joy, thinking that finally a kind master had arrived.
After being moved, they secretly bribed the executioner, buried the hanged farmer, and took care of their wives and daughters.
Only Geert knew the truth: it was his nephew who came up with the idea to have the Baron take away all the farmers’ grain, sell it, convert it into gold, and then build a luxurious castle...
As for why he knew this truth, he casually told it to his nephew after being whipped by the baron once in a while.
And he went to the battlefield to join the knight Lancelot in order to avoid being killed and silenced.
After thinking about the past, Haiert said: "Your Majesty, you seem to have far underestimated your ability to be reincarnated."
"Oh, go on." The emperor smiled slightly.
"Yes, I have witnessed your reincarnation before. I sensed that the soul of that brave knight was in a newborn baby, and he was reborn again!" Haiert said excitedly.
"Well, your feeling is correct." The emperor nodded.
"Your Majesty, have you ever thought that by exploring this skill, you can become a god! The supreme god!" Haiert whispered, fearing that others would hear the same thing.
Lancelot nodded, he had also thought about this.
The problem, the problem is that like Helter, his mana is limited.
No, he is different from Geert. He is the emperor and he can force professionals to make mana potions.
No, mana potions are still limited, and reincarnation consumes far more mana than spiritualism.
If spiritualism consumes one mana, reincarnation consumes twenty mana.
That's right, it's a 20-fold difference, which is worthy of its performance.
So the emperor shook his head: "Mana."
Haiert understood deeply, and then whispered: "It is enough for people to have one or two miracles every year. In a word, the devout, loyal, honest, loyal, and talented nobles who are loyal to His Majesty the Great Emperor can enjoy the blessings from God.
The gift, the gift of life again, is enough to make all nobles fight for their lives!"
The emperor suddenly realized!
Yes, he thinks too much!
The people are ignorant. As long as they see a miracle once, they will regard it as the permanent truth!
"And what can blue-eyed mice do? If they can't learn human greed, they will never learn human management skills. For example, they can improve farmers' production tools, organize farmers to build water conservancy projects, focus on reclaiming wasteland, and help farmers treat diseases.
."
Geert added,
"Your Majesty, you don't need to consider using another kind of life without desires to replace people to manage people. People themselves are the best tools."
"No knife, no horse, no cow, no dog can be more useful than a human being. If you feed him until he is twelve years old, he can continue to work until he is forty-two years old. In the meantime, he can repair himself and do his own work."
Produce yourself.”
The emperor nodded heavily, and with the reminder from his advisor, he had figured it all out.
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No, shrewd nobles can make a barren fiefdom become rich and populous within fifty years and three generations of efforts, resist the invasion of barbarians, and transform the barbarian culture.
And his reincarnation can precisely screen out such nobles.
Because the nobles will take the initiative to work hard and develop in this direction.
And this is something that mice can never have.
Because if they had the ability of nobles, their leader, the big rat, would be finished.
Don't forget, for nobles, rebellion and backstabbing are special skills.
Nobles like to show off their loyalty and glory, precisely because most nobles lack those two things. If everyone has it, who will show it off as a treasure?
Early the next morning.
His Majesty the Emperor summoned the Grand Duke and the remaining 80,000 of his troops.
They organized a military parade at the palace on the hill.
Naturally, the palace is not large enough for so many people to stand.
Many people camped in various gentle mountain areas.
For a time, the army was in order, standing like a forest.
Although they had just suffered heavy losses, morale has been restored with extremely sufficient supplies of materials.
The warehouse skills of professionals are far more important than the big mouse imagined.
After all, he has never experienced a real army.
I don’t know how difficult it is to transport food. Out of ten trucks of food traveling thousands of miles, only one truck can reach the soldiers’ mouths. The rest are consumed on the road. It’s good to be eaten by farmers and livestock. At least it actually feeds people and livestock.
However, 30% of them disappeared from the accounts as soon as they left the house...
There is no such worry with warehouse skills. No matter how far it is, it is enough to send a professional there to collect and store goods.
No matter how great this person's appetite is, it is still limited and cannot compare with the efforts of many transportation officials.
The Emperor stood on the palace steps and looked at the Grand Duke's army.
This is not his army, he knows that clearly.
If he really regarded it as his own army, then he would not be the emperor of the West, but the emperor of the East.
