Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Some of them are destined to win, such as those who bet accurately, have good luck, or are particularly familiar with the rules. As long as someone wins, more people will be willing to bet, and they will feel that they also have a chance. As for those who lose completely... they have a strong desire to win, and this mentality will drive them to continue participating.

This is Asherel, not the Black Ark. Robbery, theft and extortion are illegal here. They can only pawn things, but... they don't seem to have anything worth pawning? They can only borrow from their companions, borrow from loan sharks? I don't agree with borrowing from loan sharks. Who makes me generous and kind? Walter... what do you think?"

"Give them money! Starting tomorrow, they can receive 5 silver sovereigns." Watt, who seemed to be watching the game, said casually, and then continued to watch the game, as if these words were not said by him.

"So, you are using this mechanism to stimulate their desire to consume?" Marlene smiled slightly, and she obviously began to understand Dacus's thinking.

"Absolutely right! Only when money starts to flow can it create more value. Remember one thing, the core of the market is circulation, not accumulation. Accumulation can make wealth look bigger, but it is just a stagnant number. What really drives social development is to make money move, not let it lie there and sleep..."

The system is similar, after all, the underlying logic is there. Roosevelt issued bonds by printing money, engaged in infrastructure and entrepreneurship, Sanders... and so on. It was even simpler for him, after all, he had money, so he just issued it directly or in disguise.

"I understand. This is my area of ​​expertise. This is not just the circulation of wealth, but also the cycle of production, consumption and trust. When people have money, they will spend it, which will stimulate production, and production will create more jobs, which in turn will bring more consumption. This is an ever-expanding cycle, which is why circulation will always be the lifeblood of the economy."

After Marlene finished speaking, she picked up her wine glass, clinked glasses with Darkus, and took a sip with a meaningful look in her eyes.

“I have enough money, and my position allows me to directly promote circulation. Instead of waiting for the market to slowly regain trust, it is better to directly issue subsidies to stimulate consumption in disguise, so that the money will return to the market at the fastest speed. This wine festival is a huge economic engine.”

"From probability to psychology to economics... Daxus, your bet is much more complicated than it looks."

"Thank you for your compliment, Marlene. The reason I'm willing to share this with you is because I don't want the person in charge of the General Affairs Treasury in the future to be...?" Dacus said, pointing to his head.

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course?" Daxus said in an uncertain tone.

He knew what Marlene was asking. When Marlene got off the boat, he talked to Marlene and Adeana about religion. He gave Adeana a religious promise, and then they hugged again, which was equivalent to a deal. However, Marlene did not do that. He turned religion into politics and made political promises. But this promise was more like a reassurance, telling Marlene that this journey was absolutely safe, so he did not stand there and wait for Marlene to decide, but turned to Adeana.

"Do you know why I am willing to give the soldiers a daily allowance of 3 gold royals?"

"Because the Wine Festival is not an ordinary day, the soldiers' mission is different from usual. Pirates from all over the Ark, the army and the local residents of Chapeiuto gathered together, with a number of more than 150,000? With such a large scale, the pressure of management is far greater than usual." Marlene put down her wine glass and leaned forward slightly, her tone more serious. She knew that Daquus was testing her.

Seeing that Dacus just nodded, she paused and said, "Soldiers have to maintain order, patrol frequently, and may even encounter emergencies. These tasks are not small. Giving them high allowances is not only to motivate them to work, but also to ensure that they have enough motivation and enthusiasm during such a busy festival."

"There is an old elf saying that the Phoenix King has no shortage of hungry soldiers."

When Daxus said this, not only the Asurs looked at him, but even the Duruchis who were watching the game looked at him.

"Did I remember it wrongly? Oh, sorry, it seems not? But... now I have it." He spread out his hands.

"It's not ancient at all," Marlene teased with a smile.

"What about two hundred years later?" Dacus' tone turned serious.

The atmosphere in the private room froze, and the elves present all heard the hidden meaning in Daxus' words.

"This is also a gesture, a way to tell them: I value your efforts. The soldiers will have a greater sense of belonging to this city and the entire Asheril, and will be more willing to do their utmost to protect it." Daxus was not going to argue about the issue of the Phoenix King, so he brought the subject back.

"So, you are using money to buy stability?" Marlene nodded thoughtfully.

"That's understandable, but not entirely. It's a question of balance. Although there are strict disciplines and regulations, we can't be harsh on the soldiers, especially at special times like festivals. Imagine that you are wearing armor, holding weapons and standing near the stalls, smelling the aroma emanating from the stalls, and watching the exaggerated eating of the Duruchis. Asuryan! And you are just standing there, and the festival seems to have nothing to do with you?
This is simply torture. It's okay for one or two days, but the festival lasts for three weeks, so they have to feel that they are treated fairly and respected. This kind of emotional value is very important, which will make them more proactive and serious. "

In fact, Dacus had something else to say.

There are 4 teams in the competition, and you can bet on 3 teams each time, with a maximum of 20 silver sovereigns, which is 1 gold sovereign, or 1 gold dragon. If you bet successfully, you will get 3 gold dragons or 6 gold dragons. This is higher than the allowance, after all, there are three rounds of competition a day, and you can bet three times.

But… how can the dealer not manipulate the market? The contestants’ advancement has nothing to do with the team’s score. There are three rounds in a round of competition. The teams will be decided before the contestants go on stage in the last two rounds.

In addition to allowing the contestants from Duruchi, Lizard Entertainment, and the elite units to show off their skills, the competition is also to screen for good talents. There are many gaps in the ranks of Kredan and the Black Knights of the Imperial Order. Receiving a commemorative medal does not mean that there is no chance. Edrezer and his followers have their own screening system, which is the so-called expert who can tell whether there is any talent at the first try.

It's only a few days ago, or when a player's performance is outstanding, that the scores of the two teams will be tied, but it will happen less frequently later. Then there is a trick to betting, should I bet on 3 teams or 1 team? Betting on 3 teams is to break even, and betting on 2 teams is the most reliable. If you bet twice and three times, of course you have to win every time. Betting on 1 team requires great luck. If you bet 3 times a day, can you win every time?
Blessed by Tzeentch? The problem is that the blessed person cannot control the game. Did Tzeentch cause the contestants to suddenly crash?
The sorceresses on the sidelines were only responsible for carrying trays with medals, which was only a small part of their job. The important thing was to monitor the game with a meteor compass, and to be the first to detect when magic appeared on the field. In addition, they had to control the game. For example, in the first round of the first day, they took action on the sidelines to prevent someone from having their eyes gouged out or their ears bitten off, which would turn the game into a farce. After the game, they were also responsible for providing medical treatment.

Unless Tzeentch changed the holes in the sign, the problem is that there is also a sorceress holding a meteor compass behind each stand, unless...

The problem is that it's meaningless to do this... and even if you do it, what will happen? Let a loan shark turn evil? If you're a loan shark, what value do you have in training? Is it just to disgust people?
Most people neither lose nor gain, and with the consumption of food and drink, only a few lucky guys can make a little money. But it is different for soldiers. After receiving the full 24-day allowance, they will have 72 gold sovereigns. This is absolutely stable and they will definitely get it. They will become rich first, but they have no channels and methods to expand, and can only spend this money later...

Of course, the number of 72 is definitely not possible. After all, they have to rotate, rest, and share the rain and dew. It is very tiring to stand there for a day and check the situation constantly. Even the garrisons stationed in Cuyo Province and the southern outposts will receive a holiday allowance. After more than ten years of development, the settlement of Asheril has been formed and has the ability to circulate goods.

"But..." Marlene still couldn't fully accept this number. She was going to say: This expenditure is still too high. But she thought of what Dacus had just said: We are not short of money. "A normal person with a normal mind will instinctively approach order. Even if they live on chaos, it doesn't mean they like chaos. It's better to say... they know better how to survive in chaos." Dacus's eyes swept over the Asur and Druki in front of him, his voice low but clear.

"Imagine that you have just finished a day's work, holding food in your hands, thinking about going home to share it with your children. Suddenly a stranger walked out and stabbed you hard. You fell to the ground, and the food rolled beside you. The man did not steal your money or your food. He just wanted to stab you." He paused, and his tone became calmer, but with a hint of cold power.

"At this moment, you will feel the absurdity of the world, right? Shit?" He raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the box and fall on a farther place, and there was a hint of chill in his tone.

The room fell into a brief silence. The Asurs frowned slightly, obviously shocked by this direct and cruel metaphor. The Drukis subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet Daquus's gaze, as if his words had touched some dark corner of their hearts.

"Do I like this kind of chaos? No! In the past, I didn't have the ability to change these things. I was trapped in the rules and couldn't change anything. Just like all the people who were stabbed, all I could do was learn to live in absurdity and chaos."

He stood up and walked slowly to the window. His voice rang out again, this time, full of firmness and oppression.

"But now it's different. Now, I have the power to make rules! I have the power to tell every Duruchi: no matter how much you like chaos, the rules cannot be violated after all. Rules are not constraints, but protection! They are not to restrict you, but to allow you to bring food home safely."

"Chaos can't bring real peace to people, and only rules can keep this city and even the entire society going! The Wine Festival is not just for celebration, but also for telling them! From today on, chaos will be restrained, and order will be established in my way!"

As Dacus finished speaking, the room fell into silence again. The Asurs exchanged glances thoughtfully, while the Drukis lowered their heads and remained silent, as if chewing over his words again and again. In the entire room, only his figure seemed to be increasingly calm and determined.

"There will be a war between Duruchi and Asur. This is destined and cannot be changed. The new order will replace the old order." Daxus's eyes became deeper and deeper, and his voice was low and clear, echoing in the private room.

"For thousands of years, the order of Asur has been as majestic as a spire, while Duruch is like a flame in the dark night, always restless, always destructive, and never willing to let any order bind itself." Daxus did not care about the elves' reaction. There was neither too much emotion nor deliberate intensity in his tone, as if he was stating a fact that had long been predetermined.

His eyes swept over everyone and his voice gradually became stronger.

"But fire can also be forged into new forms! And what about the Asur? You will do your best to protect everything you have built. You know that you cannot avoid this battle. Whether you like it or not, this conflict has been engraved in your bones and blood."

"And I! Daxus Hellbane! What I seek is to establish our own order. Not Asur's, not Duruchi's, not Ainir's, and not Asrai's! A new order, a rule that can truly maintain balance and allow people to survive. Chaos will not give you answers, but order will! So, is three gold sovereigns a day enough?"

As soon as the words fell, the room fell into a deeper silence, and the air seemed to be filled with an invisible pressure.

"However, this battle is still a long way off, isn't it? Now, we just need to enjoy this wine festival. After all, no matter what the future holds, we still have wine to drink today, right? Of course, we can also imagine the future." Dacus raised his head and smiled, his tone becoming relaxed again. He returned to his seat, raised his glass, and gestured to everyone present, as if he was using this action to dissolve the endless heaviness contained in those words just now.

"Will the Lizardmen join the war?" Bel-Aihor, who had been silent and listening carefully to Daquus' words, suddenly asked.

"I'm telling you very clearly, no! They have their order and their mission. I know what you're thinking, but you can understand it in another way. As far as I know, you who are entrenched in the Anureil Peninsula occasionally do business with Zhendan." Dacus looked at Siglin, and then at Bel-Aihor, "So... you can understand that Duruchi is doing business with the Lizardmen?"

"This...this...can it be the same?"

"Why is it different? You have exchanges with Zhendan, but only in terms of trade. Even this trade is not between countries, but between individuals. But this is a problem between you and Zhendan. You can have more in-depth exchanges with Zhendan, such as your father's diplomatic mission to Zhendan to sign a larger and continuous trade agreement between countries. There is no problem with this.

But I don’t think that when Duruchi and Asur were at war, Zhendan would send a fleet or army across the ocean to join the battle. Even if there was, it would be an individual act, not a national act.”

At the end, Dacius added that after all, many things are not absolute. What if he is influenced by Tzeentch? What if he has a brain seizure? What if Fu Finnubar achieves a major diplomatic success in Zhendan? What if "Minglong" Yinyin leads the fleet to join the war? It's hard to say.

"Do lizardmen have individual behaviors?"

"Marin, I'm telling you very clearly, no!" Daxus' tone was firm, his eyes were fixed on Marin, his expression was full of unquestionable majesty. He paused for a moment, then continued in a slower tone, "The reason you ask such a question is because you don't know enough about the Lizardmen society. Lizardmen are not like us, who always talk about interests, cooperation, and betrayal. Their existence itself is a kind of absolute loyalty, a sense of mission imprinted deep in their souls."

"The Lizardmen were created by the Ancient Saints, and they are staunch supporters of the Ancient Saints. Of course, you can also understand them as servants. Although this word sounds a bit unpleasant, it is true. Everything about them, including their thoughts, actions, and even the meaning of their existence, revolves around the will of the Ancient Saints." He turned slightly and looked out the window, as if he had penetrated time and space and was looking into the distant past.

"Then..." Marlene frowned, seeming to digest this information.

"Now, one of the ancient saints has returned! And the other one... is waking up."

This sentence was like a heavy stone, pressing on Marin's chest. There was no flash of surprise in her eyes, nor did she ask Daquus: That ancient saint is you? After all, everything that happened to Athel Loren and Aishriel had been made clear.

"The Lizardmen will not change their stance, and their loyalty is unshakable. The return of the Ancient Saints is a guide and a call to them. Even in the face of the collapse of the entire world, they will only follow the footsteps of the Ancient Saints without any second thoughts." Daxus nodded, his tone becoming more solemn.

He sighed and said slowly, "So, Marlene, don't try to guess the Lizardmen with our thinking. They are different from us. They are not elves. They don't care about ambitions or interests. They only care about the will of the ancient saints. And I...what you can do is not to try to change them, but to understand them and respect their choices."

Marlene nodded slightly, thinking without saying anything more, but her eyes showed a hint of heaviness and hidden worry about the future.

"Unless the returning ancient saint has changed the grand plan!" Dacus smiled lightly, with a hint of meaningful ridicule in his tone. (End of this chapter)