My Empire

My Empire Chapter 2

2020-11-03

Chapter 2 2 Germination

"Heh, heh..." Chris squeezed out an ugly smile to hide his shock: It seems that my understanding of common sense is useless in this world.

If this world really has dragons, then there must be other strange things, such as other rare beasts, such as magic, and, for example, races other than humans.

In this case, it's hard to say whether the cheat in his mind is as powerful as he imagined.

At this moment, Chris had to face the cruel reality and looked away from the very beautiful dragon slaying mural: "Does the Arrant Empire have dragons?"

"That's not true." Vagron replied: "The Arrant Empire, the surrounding kingdoms, and many noble castles are all 'mortal' countries. There is no magical atmosphere here, and no magical creatures."

"Because there is no magical atmosphere, it is not suitable for magician residence and cultivation. Those powerful Magic Empires do not look down on this place. They can only let us escrow, pay taxes, and indirectly rule us." Deans added: "Arrant Empire, It's a powerful mortal empire nearby."

"Of course, even the weakest Magic Empire can easily defeat mortal nations - they have Dragon Knight, they have magician... We are not opponents at all. As if it had been arranged, Stryd said a third time, introduced: "Your grandfather, who was named Serris City City Lord after a battle against the invasion of a wild giant dragon, was named Serris City City Lord."

"Okay." Chris shrugged, with a helpless resignation. Now he can only plan slowly, cautiously the temptation develops.

The good news is not without it: since the giant dragon can be killed by mortals, it does not seem impossible to deal with. If Chris really comes up with anti-aircraft guns, it is estimated that killing the dragon will not be a difficult task.

"How many soldiers does my City Lord have, how many properties do I have under my name? How much power does I have...Tell me about it." Looking at the steak in front of me, Chris was even more concerned now. No appetite, so he quickly entered the state of work.

His three subordinates had several points of ability, and he quickly let Chris know all his possessions.

As a lord, Alanhill Chris has a strong cavalry team of 300 people and a formation of about 1000 city guards.

Serris City is on the main road, and there are many small handicraft workshops. The agricultural production is also in good condition. It can earn about 1000 gold coins every year.

Serris City was a great place to be before the taxes were raised by any measure. It's a pity that now, Chris has just arrived, and the good days are over.

“Why are we being taxed? Do you know that?” Chris thought for a moment before asking Deans.

Deans smiled wryly and replied: "Sir, the Arrant Empire also has to pay taxes to the powerful Magic Empire further west. As for why the price is raised, whether it is raised or not, it is all about those things. The magicians are in the mood.”

This is a typical behavior of shifting contradictions. The Arrant Empire is similar to a comprador. It threw all the taxes it had to pay to the surrounding small countries and lords, so that they could Take the stress out of yourself and even reap the benefits.

"Do we have any special products?" Chris, who had no good way to cut costs, turned to open source.

If you can find more ways to make money, paying the heavy tax of 1000gold coin will not be a problem.

"We have a very special metal called ferrite, which is very hard and light, and is a good material for weapons." Stryd followed the replied: "In addition, we have a woodworker In the workshop, some furniture can be produced there. The quality is good, and it is very popular with the nobles.”

“Another major tax item is toll fees, and there is a surplus of about 100 gold coins a year. Tolls are risky, our tolls are high, there are fewer merchants and travelers in the past, and income doesn't increase significantly," Deans added.

Chris nods and understands a little bit about the current situation. There are not many problems that need to be solved, at least not in his view.

"It seems that we can only think of a solution on these specialties first. It may be a good idea to increase production capacity." Chris made up his mind and said to several retainers in front of him.

“Our craftsmen are limited. Whether they are carpenters or carpentry apprentices, they are already working hard.” Stryd seemed to be in charge of this, and he opened his mouth to explain: “It is also over the iron ferrite. In the same way, if we corvee more civilians, it will affect farming, dissatisfaction will spread, and the free people in the territory will migrate away.”

“Whoever said that increasing production capacity is a must How good is it?" Chris had a confident smile on his face again - he had more ways than the people in front of him in this regard, because in another world, a car production line doesn't need a few workers.

The knowledge in his mind may not be able to be used for things like slaughtering dragons for the time being. It can improve some productivity and make the work of woodworkers easier. It is definitely a piece of cake.

“I can draw some parts, and if our blacksmiths can make those parts, it can make the rest of the job easier.” He rose from the dinner table, be eager to have a try Said: "When I was in a coma, I heard the instructions from God! God showed me the way, and Serris will become the most glorious city in this world under the blessing of God!"

After he said Taking the lead and walking out, Vagron quickly followed along with some unease, as if he was afraid that Chris, who was a little crazy, could not think of a short meeting again.

"Alas...if God really favored this land, how could this place become a forbidden area and let us suffer here?" Deans looked at the back of Chris who had gone away, feeling a little lonely sigh.

"Yeah, we're all mortals abandoned by the gods...I've known this since I was two years old." Stryd sighed the same.

"You think... adults are really okay?" Having said that, Deans somewhat guilty asked Stryd beside him.

Stryd didn't answer his colleague, but looked at the head worriedly, showing his attitude.

Chris didn't hear what his subordinates were saying about him. He walked all the way down the corridor, and guided him to the door of his office. There were two guards standing at the door, and it was obvious that the rules in the castle had not been messed up during the time he was in a coma.

The other party clenched his fist and pressed his chest in a salute to Chris, who pushed the door and walked into his room. The furnishings inside are more luxurious than Chris imagined. It seems that the owner here knows how to live before.

The room full of books makes this place look very charming, and the huge glass windows behind it let in more sunlight, making it much brighter than the interior of the castle.

"I'll make some myself here, just come and see me at dinner." Chris pushed Gvallon out the door, then closed the door.

Soon, he rummaged through some blueprints from the industrial revolution period in his mind, and began to write and draw on the blueprints with a quill.

The blueprint before and after the Industrial Revolution wasn't actually brilliant, and Chris had to explain it in a note so that others could understand the parts.

When the sun set behind the western hills, the light became dim, Valgeron knocked on Chris's door, making the fief lord aware of the ebbing of time and temporarily stopped drawing .

"Have someone send enough candles here, I'll use them at night. Also, find a few more candlesticks, how can one be enough?" Chris stretched and looked at the falling mountain. After the sun, he ordered a series of tasks to the waiter who followed Vagron in.

When the waiter exited the study, Chris rolled up a thick stack of blueprints on the table and handed it to Vagron: "Vagron! You go to the workshop yourself, find the craftsmen, and let them Build these parts! Use the fastest speed, and I will have a reward when I build it!"

Vagron took over the blueprint, and immediately nodded promised: "My lord, I will go! We will There are the best craftsmen, and they make the best armor!"Chris nods to the study and lets Vagron leave, then he locks himself in again after a casual dinner. I stayed up until all the candles ran out, and then went back to the bedroom to rest.

Second day is approaching noon, and Chris hasn't opened his eyes yet. He only slept in the middle of the night, and today he is going to have a romantic relationship with his quilt.

Unfortunately, just when he was making out with the quilt, someone suddenly notified him outside the door, so he had to give up the lingering in front of him and return to the hustle and bustle of life.

Chris, who had not had a good rest, stretched a little before he yawned and instructed: "Come in!...What's the matter?"

General Vagron pressed his waist The long sword in between walked into Chris's bedroom and reported, "The blacksmiths have made all the parts you want."

"So soon? Very good!" Chris was suddenly sleepy. Nothing, scratching his hair and jumping off the bed, he started putting on his own clothes.

He had black hair, which the waiter said was a foreign trade feature passed down from the ancestors of the Alanhill family. Chris loves his shapely body and his handsome face - he looked in the mirror last night, and this face is impeccably handsome.

What made Chris a little unhappy was that the aristocratic costumes in this world were very complicated, he was full of irritability when dressing, and had to ask the waiter to help. It's not easy to go out, and his face looks better now.

Compared with those entirely different professional processing bases in later generations, the factory craftsmen here are still disordered and in a mess to work together.

Next to the blacksmith shop is the wood workshop, separated by a canal for fire protection. There was a busy scene everywhere, and the sound of sawing wood in the wood workshop came one after another.

Although the craftsmen who only got the blueprint last night didn't know the function of what they were making, they were still trying their best to build the parts they were responsible for. After all, this is an order issued by the fief lord. I heard that it can also deduct taxes 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.

(end of this chapter)