Master of Thermodynamics

"Wow!"

A wooden frisbee was thrown out vigorously by a male servant.

Due to the air resistance, it drew an arc of great arc in the air.

A hundred meters away, on a gentle hillside, a big man in a dark short suit bent his bow and arrows to aim at the fast-flying Frisbee.

"Om..."

The bowstring trembled sharply, and the feather arrows flew across the sky, pinning the frisbee precisely, and the two fell into the grass together.

The valet gave a cheer excitedly, and ran towards the Frisbee.

The big man sighed and lowered his long bow, with satisfaction in his eyes.

"Papa..."

Another middle-aged aristocratic man wearing a white shirt and black waistcoat patted his palms and said with admiration:

"Count Marseille, your shooting skills are getting better and better..."

The big man who was called the "Earl of Marseille" replied contentedly:

"Marquis of Lyon, thank you for your compliment... I practice bow and arrow for more than 1 hour every morning. This habit has persisted for 4 years... Now when I shoot a Frisbee, 10 arrows can hit at least 8 arrows..."

As if thinking of something, his face suddenly sank, and he muttered in a very low voice:

"The **** magical air gun... it completely loses the brilliance of the bow and arrow on the battlefield... God the father really should give the Hai Chao leader a divine punishment..."

"What did you say?" The Marquis of Lyon did not hear this sentence clearly.

"Nothing." The Earl of Marseille casually said, and then asked about a recent incident that caused a sensation in the Indiana Lake area, "Marquis of Lyon, what do you think of the death of Marseille Frederic?"

"I suspect that there must be a conspiracy in the death of Marquis Frederick." The Marquis of Lyon meditated for a while and replied slowly.

"Oh?" The Count of Marseille developed a little curiosity. "Can you elaborate on the reason?"

"As far as I know, Marquis Frederick is by no means a reckless gentleman, he has always acted cautiously...The character under the crown is so tyrannical, how could Marquis Frederick insult him in public?" said the Marquis of Lyon. Talk freely.

"I heard that the eldest son of Marseille Frederick had a conflict with the lover under his crown. Marquis Frederick loves his son. This is..." The Count of Marseille raised a question.

"Do you really believe this kind of ridiculous rhetoric?" The Marquis of Lyon curled his lips in disdain, "In my opinion, this is just an excuse for fooling fools... Marquis Frederick is not a fool, but just with Beaujedes The young lady was in conflict, why did he insult him inexplicably? This is obviously abnormal."

"You make sense." The Count of Marseille nodded thoughtfully.

"I think the sudden appearance of Sir Frederick Jr. is also very suspicious." The Marquis of Lyon said of another suspicious point. "According to the information I got, Marquis Frederick kept him under house arrest in the castle and dispatched him. The guards are watching carefully...Why did Sir Frederick Jr. escape the castle at that time?"

"In addition, the lakeside manor where the promotion was held is heavily guarded. There are many extraordinary people among them. Sir Frederick is just an aristocratic awakener with low strength. How could he avoid the eyes and ears of extraordinary people and sneak into the lakeside manor?"

"Huh, how can there be such a coincidence... I bet there is definitely a ghost in it!"

The Earl of Marseille was completely persuaded, and his expression became solemn:

"So, someone secretly helped Sir Frederick Jr. leave the castle and sneak into the lakeside manor?"

"Of course." The Marquis of Lyon said with a certainty, "The person who helped Sir Frederick the Younger must be the subordinate under the crown... Maybe that party was a trap specially set up for the Marquis of Frederick... "

"The thoughts under the crown are too deep, right?" The earl of Marseille was stunned.

"Yes." The Marquis of Lyon couldn't help sighing. "Many people only see the force under the crown, but forget that the wisdom under the crown is not inferior to force..."

"Why did the God of War confront the Marseille Frederick?" The Count of Marseille asked another question.

The Marquis of Lyon smiled slightly, and suddenly said something else:

"I also heard that when the Iron Titan was digging a ditch, in a remote village, local villagers tried to stop the Iron Titan..."

"Are these untouchables wanting their lives?" The Earl of Marseille was taken aback, and then he suddenly realized, "No, the Iron Titan is so powerful that even the extraordinary would not dare to stop it. How could untouchables have the courage?"

"Could it be..." The Count of Marseille thought of a possibility.

"You guessed it right." The Marquis of Lyon nodded. "This is something that Marquis Frederick secretly planned. He sent someone to buy the villagers and deliberately deceived the untouchables, telling them that he was a very kind person. People, if they use the excuse of'losing their land and being unable to feed their families', they can get a considerable compensation from Mianxia..."

"My God...I was crazy, trying to blackmail the **** of war." The count of Marseille became quite weird, and then asked curiously, "What happened then?"

"The Iron Titan ran over directly." The Marquis of Lyon made a "push forward" gesture and said lightly, "Many people have died, among them many old and weak women and children..."

Just thinking about it in his mind, the Earl of Marseille could imagine how terrible the scene was, he murmured:

"It seems that this man who is known for his'kindness' is not as kind as he showed..."

"'Benevolence' is just praise from others." The Marquis of Lyon shook his head, "The subordinate never boasted...On the contrary, he likes to emphasize the'rules' and always advertises himself as a person who obeys the rules..."

"Using this kind of despicable means to deal with an upright nobleman, is this also considered'obedience'?" The Count of Marseille sneered, "Hey, I think this is exactly what the devil did..."

Despite the verbal and desperate slander, the Earl of Marseille knew very well that it was precisely because the hapless Marseille Frederick was caught that he suffered cruel revenge.

In general, this subordinate did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. His practice is considered to be a famous master. At best, his methods are too tyrannical, and he often destroys the crowd, which makes people fearful and uneasy, and also awe-inspiring.

"Oh..." The Marquis of Lyon sighed and said worriedly, "I wonder if you have noticed that this tyrant-like crown seems to be using various methods to attack the nobles, especially those of us close to the royal family. noble."

"The Frederick family has been close to the royal family for generations. I think this should be one of the reasons why they were counted."

After a pause, the Marquis of Lyon said in a low tone:

"That one is playing a big chess game..."

The Earl of Marseille was silent.

…………

"This is a big game of chess!"

Renault lay on Bogidasi's lap and said lazily.

At this time, he appeared gentle and harmless, as if the man who had tortured and killed the Marquis Frederick and his son was a completely different Renault.

Vivian put Renault's legs on her plump thighs, pinched his feet with heart, and watched him affectionately from time to time.

"I said before, our goal is always to win over the majority and strike a handful of people." Renault was "humming" while feeling comfortable, while speaking slowly, "Dear Daisy, the agricultural company you are in charge of is buying the land. At that time, only consider the small and medium-sized nobles and merchants, and don't even consider the big nobles, especially the big aristocrats who are close to the royal family..."

Boqidaisi nodded again and again, with an obedient appearance.

"After the harvest of soybeans and rice next year, don't hesitate to keep the food prices down to the lowest level for me... Hmph, I want to let these great aristocrats who live on land go bankrupt, and reduce the wings of the royal family a little bit..."

"The Marquis of Frederick is just the beginning. The other nobles in the Indiana Lake area, the Marquis of Lyon, the Earl of Marseille, don't even want to run..."

Boqidaisi let out an "um" and suddenly leaned forward and took a peck on Renault's cheek. The love contained in her beautiful big eyes could almost melt a person away.

Renault chuckled and glanced at Vivian, who was listening seriously:

"Vivienne, do you remember? I once mentioned that what I want to build is an industrialized society...On my chessboard, no pastoral nobles can be accommodated. Only commercial nobles can survive... Now, my plan From now on, the agricultural company is the first step..."

"Through the agricultural company, I can obtain a large amount of land and convert a large number of small and medium aristocrats into commercial aristocrats... and then by attacking the big aristocrats, I will rebuild a brand-new social rule..."

The blueprint drawn by Renault made the two women excited and admired.

"I also want to use agricultural mechanization and use the cheapest food to bankrupt all the small peasant households, so that the farmers are no longer bound by the land, but transformed into the labor needed for industrialization..."

This is Renault's plan-to transform the world with industrialization.

When he picked up the first wooden simple magic tractor, the plan began quietly.

Every time Haichaoling develops a magic vehicle and improves a related technology, Renault will drop a piece on the chessboard.

The establishment of the Agricultural Research Institute is another key chess piece, which makes up for the last short board.

These chess pieces are one in the east and one in the west. They seem to be messy, and others can't understand the doorway at all.

Now, they have finally become one piece, and Renault's plan has revealed its true meaning for the first time, so he officially played the great movement of "Using industrialization to transform the world".

Marquis Frederick was just the first victim specially selected by Renault to sacrifice the flag.

He knows very well, how can reform not bleed?

Without countless blood and blood, how can it be possible to push the reform to the end?

Therefore, Renault personally planned a conspiracy and squeezed the Marquis father and son to death.

Are these two innocent?

Kind of.

But what about this?

The master needed your heads, so he took them easily.

That's it.