"Heh, heh..." Chris forced out an ugly smile to cover up his shock: it seems that his understanding of common sense is of no use in this world.
If there are really dragons in this world, then there must be other weird things, such as other monsters, magic, and races other than humans.
In this case, it's hard to say whether the golden finger in his mind is as powerful as he imagined.
At this moment, Chris had to face the cruel reality and moved his eyes away from the very exquisite dragon-slaying mural: "Is there a dragon in the Arant Empire?"
"That's not true." Waglun replied: "The Arant Empire, the surrounding kingdoms and many noble castles are all 'mortal' countries. There is no magical atmosphere here, and there are no magical creatures."
"Because there is no magic aura, it is not suitable for magicians to live and practice. Those powerful magic empires do not like this place, so they can only let us take care of it, pay taxes, and rule us indirectly." Deans then added: "Asia
The Lant Empire is a powerful mortal empire nearby."
"Of course, even the weakest magic empire can easily defeat the mortal countries. They have dragon knights and magicians... We are no match at all." As if it had been arranged, Strider spoke for the third time and introduced.
Said: "Your grandfather was named the Lord of Seris City after he made meritorious service in a battle against the invasion of a wild dragon."
"Okay." Chris shrugged his shoulders, feeling resigned to his fate. Now he could only plan slowly and develop cautiously.
The good news is not that there is nothing wrong: since the dragon can be killed by mortals, it doesn't seem impossible to deal with it. If Chris really comes up with an anti-aircraft gun, slaying the dragon is probably not a difficult task.
"How many soldiers do I, the city lord, have, how much property do I have under my name? How much power do I have...tell me carefully." Looking at the steak in front of him, Chris lost even more appetite now, so he quickly
Entered into working state.
His three men were quite capable, and they quickly made Chris understand all the property in his hands.
As a lord, Ailanthil Chris has a powerful cavalry team of 300 people and a strength of about 1,000 city defense guards.
Seris City is located on a major transportation road, and there are many small handicraft workshops. The agricultural production situation is not bad, and it can earn about 1,000 gold coins every year.
No matter from which point of view, Seris City was a good place before the tax was raised. Unfortunately, now, Chris has just arrived, and the good days have come to an end.
"Why are we being taxed? Do you know this?" Chris thought for a moment and asked Deans.
Deans smiled bitterly and replied: "Sir, the Arant Empire also has to pay taxes to the powerful Magic Empire farther west. As for why the price has increased and whether it has increased, it all depends on those magicians.
Our mood has changed."
This is a typical conflict-passing behavior. The Arant Empire is similar to a comprador. It throws all the taxes it has to pay to the surrounding small countries and lords, so that it can reduce its own pressure and even gain a benefit.
"Do we have any specialties?" Chris, who had no good way to reduce costs, turned to open source.
If you can find more ways to make money, paying the heavy tax of 1,000 gold coins will not be a problem.
"We have a very special metal called ferrous iron. This kind of iron is very hard and light. It is a good material for making weapons." Strider followed up and replied: "In addition, we also have a wood workshop, where It can produce some furniture with good quality and is very popular among the nobles."
"Another major tax item is tolls. There is a surplus of about 100 gold coins a year. But using tolls is risky. If our tolls are high, there will be fewer merchants and travelers passing by, and the income will not be significant. increase," Deans added.
Chris nodded, somewhat understanding the current situation. There weren't many problems that needed to be solved, at least not in his opinion.
"It seems that we can only think of ways to deal with these specialties first. It might be a good idea to increase production capacity." Chris made up his mind and said to the retainers in front of him.
"Our craftsmen are limited. Whether they are carpenters or carpentry apprentices, they are already working hard." Strider seemed to be the person in charge of this aspect. He started to explain: "The same is true for the iron ore mine. If we If more commoners are forced into corvée work, farming will be affected, dissatisfaction will spread, and free people in the territory will migrate away."
"Who said that increasing production capacity requires more people?" Chris once again put a confident smile on his face. He has more methods than the people in front of him in this regard, because in another world, a car production line It doesn’t require many workers either.
The knowledge in his mind may not be used in matters such as dragon slaying for the time being, but it can improve some productivity and make the work of carpenters simpler, which will definitely be a piece of cake.
"I can draw some parts. If our blacksmith can make these parts, it will make the rest of the work easier." He stood up from the dining table and said eagerly: "When I was unconscious, I heard the voice of God. My instructions! God has pointed out the way for me, and under God’s blessing, Seris will become the most glorious city in the world!”
After saying that, he took the lead and walked out, and Wageron followed quickly with some uneasiness, as if he was afraid that the slightly crazy Chris would once again lose his mind and seek suicide.
"Alas... if God really cares about this land, why would he make this a forbidden demon territory and let us suffer torture here?" Deans looked at the back of Chris who was walking away, sighing a little lonely.
"Yes, we are all mortals abandoned by gods... I have known this clearly since I was two years old." Strider sighed similarly.
"Do you think...my lord is really all right?" Having said this, Deans asked Strider next to him with some guilt.
Strider did not answer his colleagues, but shook his head worriedly, expressing his attitude.
Chris didn't hear his men talking about him. He walked all the way through the long corridor and came to the door of his office under the guidance of Wagron. There were two guards standing at the door. Apparently, while he was unconscious, the castle The rules inside have not been broken yet.
The other party clenched his fists and pressed his chest to salute Chris, and Chris opened the door and walked into his room. The furnishings inside were more luxurious than Chris had imagined. It seemed that the owner here knew how to live well before.
The room full of books makes the place look very charming, and the huge glass windows behind it let in more sunlight, making it much brighter than the inside of the castle.
"I'll make some things here. Just come to me during dinner." Chris pushed Gvaron out of the door and closed the door.
Soon, he dug out some design drawings from the Industrial Revolution period in his mind and began to write and draw on the drawings with a quill.
The drawings from around the time of the Industrial Revolution were actually not very clever, and Chris had to make notes and explanations so that others could understand the parts.
As the sun set, the light became dim, and Waggron knocked on Chris's door, making the lord realize the passage of time and temporarily stop drawing.
"Have people bring enough candles here. I'll use them at night. In addition, find a few more candlesticks. How can one be enough?" Chris stretched his body and looked at the setting sun, then asked the tiles
The waiter who entered the room ordered a series of tasks.
After the waiter exited the study, Chris rolled up a thick stack of drawings on the table and handed it to Wagron: "Wagron! Go to the workshop in person, find the craftsmen, and let them make these parts!
Use the fastest speed to build it, and I will get a reward after you finish it!"
Waggron took the drawing and immediately nodded in agreement: "Sir, I'll go right away! We have the best craftsmen, and they can make the best armor!"
Chris nodded and let Wageron leave. Then he ate some dinner and locked himself in the study again. He stayed up until all the candles were used up, and then returned to the bedroom to rest.
It was almost noon the next day, and Chris hadn't opened his eyes yet. He didn't sleep until late at night, and today he was going to have a romantic love affair with his quilt.
Unfortunately, just as he was making out with the quilt, someone suddenly announced outside the door, forcing him to give up the lingering moment and return to the sluggishness of life.
Chris, who had not had a good rest, stretched out, then yawned profusely and said, "Come in!...What's the matter?"
General Waggron walked into Chris's bedroom holding the long sword on his waist and reported: "The blacksmiths have made all the parts you asked for."
"So fast? That's great!" Chris suddenly lost all sleepiness, jumped out of bed, scratched his hair, and started to put on his clothes.
He has black hair, which according to the waiter is a foreign trade feature passed down from the ancestors of the Irish family. Chris likes his current well-proportioned figure and his handsome face. He looked in the mirror last night. This face is really beautiful.
It can be said that he is impeccably handsome.
What made Chris a little unhappy was that the aristocratic costumes in this world were very complicated. He felt very irritated when getting dressed, and had to ask the waiter to help him. He was finally able to go out, and his face looked good now.
Some.
Compared with the distinct professional processing bases of later generations, the factory craftsmen here still huddled together to work in a chaotic manner.
Next to the blacksmith shop is the carpentry workshop, with a water channel in the middle for fire protection. There are busy scenes everywhere, and the sound of sawing wood in the carpentry workshop comes one after another.
Although the craftsmen who only got the drawings last night didn't know what the functions of what they were making were, they still worked hard to build the parts they were responsible for. After all, this was an order from the lord, and I heard it was okay.
Get tax deductions and even get rewards.
"Okay! Now let's witness the miracle of industrial civilization together!" Chris moved his shoulders and neck, rubbed his wrists and walked to the pile of parts.
