A strange world

Chapter 1313 Section 235. Annan, the War Profiter

Harding was grateful on the surface, but he sneered in his heart.

What kind of boss is he if he doesn't make money? Is he going to learn from the church to give alms to the poor?

But the gangsters just buy into this trick - they come to the Broken Mine to be precarious thugs, isn't it just to make money? Except for those bachelors who spend the money as soon as they get it, who doesn't send the money back home?

Seeing the money they get, which usually takes a week of work to earn, the gangsters instantly forget the old boss and pledge allegiance to Joan.

But later, Joan regretted it.

Because the slave traders came with a large number of slave laborers to be rescued.

Joan couldn't help but feel like a mercenary who was squeezed dry by a girl and saw a succubus, a believer who had just committed suicide in despair after the return of the gods, and Ilimoyas who saw a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry in the elemental plane - oh, even her metaphors were moving closer to Annan.

There was nothing she could do, she could only watch the slaves drool and feel annoyed.

Joan, Joan, what are you learning from Annan? Now that the money has been paid out, there is no money left to buy slaves...

Ask for it back?

With the "gang leader's burden", Joan couldn't open her mouth.

The slave trader who learned about Joan's difficulties generously allowed Joan to buy on credit first, and they would come to collect the money tomorrow.

The slave labor is very "valuable", and any gang needs them to make profits for themselves. The slave trader is not worried that they will run away - and the strength of the slave trader is much stronger than those gangs that control small coal mines.

"Well, I want them all!"

"Are you sure?"

The slave trader, who was still shirtless even in the snow, looked back at the truck. There were at least fifty slaves.

"Hygar Valley is also mine. I am in need of a lot of slaves now."

"No wonder there are new faces over there." The slave trader understood and waved his hand to let his men unload the goods.

"Fifty silver coins each, here are fifty, twenty-five gold nars, how many days do you plan to pay?"

Joan did the math, the coal mined in the two coal mines could barely sell for five gold nars a day, minus the expenses and the expansion of the territory...

"How about paying it back in ten days?"

The slave trader said: "Two cents."

"Two cents is two cents."

Joan couldn't deduct the money from her subordinates and workers anymore, anyway, they were all free, so she didn't feel bad.

While signing the contract, Joan asked Harding to take the slaves into the mine to keep warm.

As soon as they were sold, they were stripped of their cotton clothes with holes everywhere, and they huddled together to keep warm.

"You guys are so lucky, there's no boss more kind-hearted than her in the entire Broken Mountains."

Harding didn't understand what the boss meant by giving money to the poor, he could only see that the boss was very happy. As a younger brother, it was necessary to make the boss happy, so on the way into the mine, he boasted about Joan, as if he would make a fortune when he came - how could this be possible.

But they did see that the laborers who came and went were not suffering at all. Their cotton-padded clothes were dirty but full of new cotton. They were thin but their faces were not numb, and they were still talking and laughing.

The slaves whispered. In the corner, two people were talking in a low voice.

"That's her."

"Brown hair, ordinary appearance, no golden blood characteristics... undoubtedly a fake."

"Spread the news?"

If Annan was here, he would definitely recognize that these two people were the imperial officials who were coaxed to the Free City by him with just a few words.

They didn't know how to run back and found Joan.

"Wait a minute." His companion pulled him, "Annan Reeves knew. He asked someone to pretend to be the princess. It's better to see what they are going to do here first."

If Annan was just borrowing the identity, due to his relationship with the empire, they could still turn a blind eye. But if he relied on his identity to cheat and discredit the Golden Family, they could only report it to the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs truthfully.

Soon, the fake princess came in and announced the treatment and benefits for the hard laborers, as well as recruiting them into the Free Gang.

The familiar smell reminded them of what Annan Reeves did in the Kingdom of Recan.

The empire was too big, so big that it was rigid. When the giant head wanted to raise a hand, it took several days to reach the hand, and then it only moved the little finger.

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Anything that is different and unconventional will naturally be rejected here. It cannot be said that a stable order is a bad thing, but it is definitely not a good thing like the Kingdom of Paem.

So whether it is the head, the torso, or the limbs, they are all trying to eliminate this rigidity.

In addition to reforms from the inside out, there are also successful forces observing the outside world.

As one of the brightest new stars in Middle-earth after the turbulent years, Annan's Free City has undoubtedly been repeatedly observed and studied, especially after the start of the Recan campaign.

This side is the little brother of the empire, and that side is the bloodline separated from the Montreal Golden Family. The empire can't ignore it.

The approach adopted by Annan is also polarized in the discussion within the empire.

The nobles felt that Annan was simply subverting the system of Allen's world. He was a heretic, evil, and the source of chaos that endangered stability. Politicians felt that victory must be won by any means. There are two bodies here. Does it matter which one is a noble and which one is a commoner?

Among them, the voices of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Imperial Military Department were the loudest.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs felt that Annan had lost the etiquette of the nobles. How could a commoner be allowed to subvert the nobles?

The Military Department felt that radical change was the background of a war, not that a group of nobles simply fought a few battles and replaced a group of people at the top.

But despite the quarrels, they all agree on Annan: Annan Reeves, heir to the ancient Reeves family, the King of the North. His identity and pure bloodline would allow him to sit in the front row even in the Empire, and his blood is full of desire for war.

Annan always talks about love and peace, but don't worry about what a person says, but what a person does.

So far, Free City has maintained a record of launching a war a year: in the first year, it attacked the Principality of Montabullock and supported a puppet duke to take the throne. In the second year, it attacked the Kingdom of Rekanel and pushed a lich crown prince to the throne of the king. At the beginning of the third year, it had a dispute with the Elf King's Court, and then probably felt that it could not win, so it turned around and went to find trouble with the Broken Mountains--

Annan is either launching a war or on the way to launching a war.

If the gods were still there, they would give Annan a title of War God's Chosen, Spokesperson of the Abyss, Conspiracy Weaver, and Saint Who Spreads Fear.

The Military Department likes this little brother too much. Unlike the Empire. In the past, they would send troops to anyone who dared to disrespect them, but now they are hesitant to fight against the Stoun ratmen, and they even built a cowardly northern wall.

Thinking of this, the two imperial officials looked at each other.

The matter of the fake princess could have been concealed for the time being, but if Annan planned to take action against the Broken Mountains, he must inform them...