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942 Pull him into the water

The deputy prime minister of the Airanhill Empire suddenly landed in Briben. This news surprised many people.

Throughout the short history of the Airansil Empire, there has never been a precedent for an imperial prime minister to serve as a consul.

What makes people feel even more depressing is that this appointment is so unexpected that even many local nobles are not prepared accordingly.

Just as the commander of the 116th Division drove back to his station, in a castle in Briburn Port, a group of old nobles were gathering together to discuss their countermeasures.

They had many eyes and ears in the city, and the news that the imperial concubine and the deputy prime minister had arrived in Briburn quickly reached them.

Originally, they were discussing together how to deceive the superiors and the inferiors, and make money by taking advantage of this plague.

As a result, the meeting to collect money suddenly turned into a meeting to study how to deal with the grand consul appointed by the Elanthir Empire.

One of the nobles was very dignified and said to the nobles sitting around the conference table: "Let's talk about it, what should we do?"

After he finished speaking in a long voice, he looked around at the old noble men and found that none of them had any intention of speaking.

At this time, everyone knows that the first shot is to strike first. If you come up with an idea now, you may be responsible for the failure of the action in the future. Who is willing to speak first?

A young noble finally lost his temper and said impatiently: "What else can I do? It's just those few tricks."

An old nobleman shook his head slightly and said in a long voice: "You can't kill. Although a prime minister of the empire is deputy, he is still a prime minister! If a prime minister is assassinated here, the empire will only

More tough guys will be sent to cause trouble for us."

It seems that only speaking in a protracted tone can reflect their dignity and identity...

Hearing that these people actually wanted to assassinate the deputy prime minister of the Airanhill Empire, a more experienced nobleman laughed angrily at the ignorance of this group of people: "Are you crazy? I don't know the origin of this deputy prime minister.

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"Let alone finding a killer to go to the Grand Consul's residence and break through the numerous guards. Even if he were to walk alone on the street, there wouldn't be many people who could kill him!" He said, showing off his extensive knowledge.

Soon someone realized something and asked nervously: "Is he a magician?"

"This deputy prime minister's name is Alves... he is Gricken's... great, great consul." When mentioning Alves' identity, this well-informed nobleman couldn't even speak fluently.

After all, the Southern Kingdom is actually located in the southeast corner of the Magic Continent. It is a completely "mortal" country, and the nobles here have a natural reverence for magicians.

Perhaps they would think that Chris, who was also from the Mortal Empire, was easy to deal with, but they would never dare to disobey the great magician Alves easily.

This is the gap in knowledge. They don't know that the dragons they fear, Alves, can only behave with their tail between their legs in front of Chris.

"...Why didn't you tell me earlier..." After hearing this news, the expressions on the faces of the several leading old nobles became ugly. They really didn't have the courage to provoke such a heaven-defying existence.

"Then there is only one way left, drag him down! We will give him whatever he wants!" Another old nobleman spoke with confidence.

However, his words were quickly refuted by other nobles: "What can we give him? What does the prime minister of the Elanthir Empire want?"

"He is not that damn little bastard from the Longtate family. He has just been the deputy prime minister not long ago... We gave him 10 million gold coins, and he still didn't kneel down obediently and lick our toes?" An old nobleman said in pain.

gave me a number that I thought was very attractive.

As a result, before this number was determined, many nobles shook their heads: "That's too much... Where can we find so much money to give him?"

"This is not easy. As long as he nods and agrees to stand on our side, we can continue to make those untouchables come up with more money without anyone noticing!" A bearded old nobleman looked cruel.

He smiled evilly and said: "Isn't that what we did before?"

"As long as he turns a blind eye and the untouchables die, the land will be ours. We have the land, but we are afraid that no one will cultivate it?" a female noble followed.

They are very familiar with this kind of thing. Their fathers and ancestors have used these methods for hundreds of thousands of years and have never failed.

The well-informed old noble nodded quickly and said: "That's right! Even if we don't farm, we have other ways to make money! Who knows if there are magic crystal mines, oil, or iron ore under these lands?

?As long as we find the mine..."

"Haha! Then our money will be so much that we won't be able to use it all!" When the mine was mentioned, several nobles showed excited smiles on their faces.

They know this thing too well. The so-called spies they sent out have long spread the news back to their ears that the Elanshir Empire needs a large amount of ore and that owning a mine will bring countless wealth.

It just so happens that the plague can kill those poor civilians and create more unclaimed lands! At that time, they only need to use some small tricks to occupy these lands.

Forging documents and then taking these places as their own, even if they sell them at a low price, the money will be enough for them to squander for several lifetimes.

"Let that prime minister take a share! Doesn't he have no money? The little bastard of the Longtate family is so rich, but he, the deputy prime minister, doesn't have a strong voice even if he has no money?" As if emboldened by the gold coins, a nobleman continued to speak.

.His tone was full of cruelty, as if he could compete with the Longtate family.

An old nobleman next to him said unwillingly: "I'm just afraid that this guy will open his mouth..."

"What are you afraid of? What you are afraid of is that he will not join the gang! He is the deputy prime minister... If he nods, then we will have someone to talk to at the top of the empire. By then, our interests will naturally be protected!"

Nobles are full of confidence and full of expectations for their future.

His words made more people nod: "Yes!"

"Yes!" The room was filled with voices of approval.

"Everyone raise money first! Come up with a few million gold coins and let the deputy prime minister see the power of gold coins!" Amidst the voices of approval, the old nobleman at the head ordered everyone: "As soon as possible...

Be prepared!"


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