Mystery Makes Me Strong

What stratum is used instead of the nobility to manage the peasants?

This question, Emperor Lancelot quickly had the answer.

"Sir Helter, you are proficient in spiritualism, right?" He called to a subordinate of his cronies.

The opponent died for him nine times. As a think tank, he can still achieve this level. He is definitely loyal.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I can use ordinary corpses to conjure skeletons. But my mana is limited, I can conjure up to five times a day, and I can conjure fifty skeletons, and the skeletons also need my mana to maintain their activities. They are compared to other skills. It's not worth it." Helter said.

The emperor was disappointed.

In fact, he should have known long ago that if he could summon a lot of skeletons and so many mouse corpses on the battlefield, why didn't he summon hundreds of thousands of them?

This has already broken through.

Helter only conjures some souls at critical times. He is used as a pathfinder to lure the enemy, and he will never be the main fighter.

Of course the emperor didn't know, this was because his world was not heroic and invincible, and there was no corresponding magic power.

For skeletons to exist, they must rely on the skills and mana of professionals.

Spiritualism is not good, and his mind that he wants to use skeletons to replace the old aristocrats to manage farmers is shattered.

If it really works, skeletons are cheaper 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, they still need to be collected for road construction, water conservancy construction, and military salaries...

But it can reduce the intermediate cost by 70%!

That's right, relying on the professional's calculation skills, he already knew that the emperor levied ten quintals in tax, and in the end, the tax officials of the emperor's fiefs would collect twenty, or even thirty, from the freedmen.

In other words, the emperor himself can only get one-third of the tax!

This is already good.

Some stupid and confused nobles, on their own fiefs, were fooled by their subordinates and merchants, often only getting one-tenth of the tax amount.

"Your Majesty, are you worried that those blue-eyed mice will rob you of the farmer?" Helter keenly sensed the emperor's worries.

"Yes, Mr. Helter, you know, there is no loyalty and honor in the eyes of farmers, they only care about their pots, beds, wives, children, these four things. It is precisely the mice that never care about these things. things." The emperor saw it thoroughly.

Sir Helter nodded slightly. If he can understand this, it means that His Majesty the Emperor is a qualified emperor.

Before he became a poker player/cleric/professional, he worked as a farm officer and followed a baron.

The baron thought it was only right and natural for the farmers to be loyal to their family.

Even if you give them less food, or even take away all the food, don't give them food and let them eat grass roots, they will not resist.

In the end, the baron was killed by a rioting farmer during a hunt.

And the peasants were hanged, and the baron's fief was taken over by his nephew.

After the nephew accepted the territory, he agreed that the farmers would rent his land, and the share would be reduced to six to four.

He is the sixth and the farmer is the fourth.

The farmers cheered, all thinking that a kind gentleman had finally arrived.

After being moved, they secretly bribed the executioner, buried the hanged farmer, and took care of their wives and daughters.

Only Helter knew the truth: the idea of ​​letting the baron take all the peasants' food and sell it for gold, and then build a luxurious castle, was the idea of ​​his nephew...

As for why he knew this truth, he casually told his nephew after being whipped by the baron once in a while.

And he went to the battlefield with the knight Lancelot, just to avoid being killed and silenced.

After recalling the past, Helter said, "Your Majesty, you seem to have far underestimated your ability to be reincarnated."

"Oh, go on." The emperor smiled slightly.

"Yes, your reincarnation, I have watched it before, I sensed the soul of that brave knight, and when it arrived on a newborn baby, he was reborn again!" Helter excitedly said.

"Well, your perception is correct." The emperor nodded.

"Your Majesty, have you ever thought that if you discover this skill, you can become a god! The supreme god!" Helt said in a low voice, lest others hear the same.

Lancelot nodded, he also thought about this.

The problem, the problem is that he, like Helter, has limited mana.

No, he is different from Helter. He is the emperor, and he can drive professionals to make mana potions.

No, mana potions are still limited, and reincarnation consumes more mana than spiritualism.

If it is said that spiritualism consumes one mana, reincarnation is twenty.

That's right, it's 20 times the difference, which is worthy of its performance.

So the emperor shook his head: "Mana."

Helter understood, and then whispered: "It is enough for people to have one or two miracles every year. In a word, pious, loyal to His Majesty the Great Emperor, honest, loyal, and talented nobles, can enjoy the benefits of the gods. The gift, once again the gift of life, is enough to make all the nobles work hard!"

The emperor suddenly realized!

Yes, he thought too much!

The people are ignorant. As long as they see a miracle, they will regard it as a permanent truth!

"And what can blue-eyed mice do? If they can't learn people's greed, they will never learn people's various management skills. For example, improving farmers' production tools, organizing farmers to build water conservancy, focusing on reclamation of wasteland, and helping farmers cure diseases ."

Helter said again,

"Your Majesty, you don't need to consider using another life without desire to replace people to manage people. People themselves are the best tool."

"There is no knife, no horse, no cow, no dog that can be used more easily than a human being, who can be fed until he is twelve years old and can work until he is forty-two years old, and he will repair himself in the middle. Produce yourself."

The emperor nodded heavily, and after being reminded by the think tank, he figured it all out.

Are nobles all trash?

No, a shrewd aristocrat can make a barren fiefdom, within fifty years, with the efforts of three generations, become rich and populous, resist the invasion of barbarians, and transform the culture of barbarians.

And his reincarnation can just filter out such aristocrats.

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 have the power of nobles, their leader, the big mouse, will be finished.

Don't forget, for the nobles, rebellion and backstabbing are the housekeeping skills.

Nobles like to show off their loyalty and glory, precisely because most nobles lack those two things. If everyone has them, who would show them off as treasures?

Early the next morning.

His Majesty the Emperor summoned the Grand Duke and his remaining 80,000 troops.

They organized a military parade at the palace on the hill. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Naturally, the palace is not enough for so many people.

Many people are camping on flat hills everywhere.

For a time, the army was in order, standing like a forest.

Although he has just suffered heavy losses, his morale has recovered thanks to the extremely sufficient supplies.

The warehouse skills of professionals are far more important than the big mice imagined.

After all, he had never experienced a real army.

I don't know how difficult it is to transport food. Ten carts of food span thousands of miles. Only one cart can be eaten by soldiers. The rest is consumed on the road. It's good for farmers and livestock to eat it. At least it really feeds people and livestock.

However, 30% of them disappeared on the books as soon as they went out...

Warehouse skills do not have this concern, no matter how far away, it is enough to send a professional over to collect and store.

No matter how big this person's appetite is, it is still limited, and it cannot compare to the hands of many transport officials.

The emperor stood on the steps of the palace, looking at the army of the grand duke.

This is not his army, he is very clear.

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.

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