Fairy’s Box

Glamorgan, the town of the brave.

Metal signs were erected in prominent places on the market streets, and the mercenaries who came and went almost stopped and watched for a while after seeing the signs.

This is a demonic disaster warning sign erected by the Governor's Palace, indicating that the Celtic region is also one of the disaster areas, reminding the mercenaries to pay attention to their personal safety, and there is a reward order for cultists.

After a long time, many people stayed, and everyone couldn't help but start talking.

"This kind of large-scale demonic disaster is coming, it has not happened for hundreds of years.

"You know what, all the demonic disasters that broke out in the past were defeated by the Rosevians, but this time their control over the native province seems to have dropped a lot, and they were not able to control it immediately, and then it flooded. ."

"Nonsense, so many people died in the upper realm, no country can't bear it."

Under the construction of the Dryad Engineering Team and Miner Goblins, Glamorgan's infrastructure is very strong, and housing prices are relatively low. Many mercenaries have already planned to settle in the vicinity, and some even bought houses in London and London. Some financially minded people have used their savings to start speculating on land and wait for the appreciation.

Whether it was simply accustomed to the way of life here, or coveting the quality of life in the town of the brave, this group of people also had some sense of identification with Rosevia, and most of the comments were sympathetic and regretful.

In the taverns in some dark corners, the mercenaries who did not have a good impression of Rosevia were dominated by the "Pill Party", and the tavern was full of schadenfreude whispers.

"It is said that Rosevia has killed millions of people because of this demonic disaster, and several provinces where cults are prevalent are almost completely wiped out. No, it must be rotten from top to bottom."

"Calculate carefully that the country of the Agaric Dynasty has been in power for more than 1,300 years. This generation of gods and monarchs spared no effort in the people's efforts to engage in some magic stone revolution, which caused the country to be poisoned. It should be..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh how did the Governor cut the Celtic scalp?"

"..."

At the last table on the east side of the tavern, near the window, the members of the White Crow Mercenary Corps were eating silently. Just as these people were talking more and more blatantly, the head of the group, Wayne, put down the tableware in his hand and sighed:

"Frank's demonic disaster is not small. It has swept across half of the country in just a few days. Without the assistance of the Northern Legion of the Rosevians, I am afraid our family will die in the mouth of the monster."

Deputy Head Hill fiddled with a pea on the plate with a fork, and said in agreement:

"Yeah, if Roservia lost a few remote provinces and was about to perish, then Frank, who lost half of his kingdom, would have perished several times. The Iberian Federation is not much better, Luo Sevia has at least contained the disaster, the army is slowly eradicating the demonic disaster, and the war on the other side of the Atlantic is still stalemate."

Martin glanced at his two immediate bosses, and immediately lost his appetite, licked his lips and said:

"But I think what they said really makes sense. It's not that this kind of thing didn't happen before, but the crackdown was very fast. It's not like so many provinces have become disaster areas."

Cassandy rolled her eyes, completely unable to understand the man's thinking, how the Rosevians have anything to do with them, instead of talking nonsense here, it's better to go to the training ground twice.

"Humph."

A light hum suddenly came from the corner of the tavern. It was not very loud, but it happened to only reach the ears of the four members of the White Crow Mercenary Group.

Wayne turned his eyes to the place where the voice came from, and saw an old man dressed in sackcloth sitting at the dining table pouring his own drink. The food on his plate was only potatoes, and the wine was indeed the best wine in this tavern.

The old man has white hair, a white beard, and his skin is full of fine wrinkles, but his strong figure and upright stance remind people of the old lion king who was driven out of the lions.

Wayne and Hill looked at each other, and felt that the other party's aura was strong, not like ordinary people, so they put on a smile and asked:

"What do you think of what we said?"

"You little brats, your knowledge is a little better than the idiots here, but it's not much better."

The old man took a sip of his drink, smacked his lips, stared at the browned potatoes on the plate, and said slowly:

"Magic disasters can't kill Rosvia, because the size of this country is too large, but it will make the upper and lower levels of this country unite and jointly resist the catastrophe."

"But... so many people died..." Martin said with a surprised look on his face.

"In a country with a population of 600 million, a million dead is nothing but a few wisps of mane on a lion's body."

The other party shook his head with a smile, took out a bottle of spice from his sleeve, sprinkled it on the potatoes, and said casually:

"In more than half of the provinces where the demonic disaster broke out, there are separatist forces with a high degree of independence. When they die, it is just the immigration of the real border, and even the problem of ethnic structure is gone. It can not only solve the local independent forces, but also make the whole The country's high-level officials attach great importance to the military building of the military region, and if I were the emperor of Rosevia, I would have been so happy that I would not be able to sleep."

Wei En felt that the three views were challenged, but he felt that the other party's statement was really reasonable, so he couldn't help asking: "According to your opinion, is this magic disaster a good thing?"

The old man tasted a few mouthfuls of potatoes, chewed them carefully, and then said slowly:

"If Roussevia can suppress this wave of demonic disasters, it will be a good thing. If you can't suppress it, a good thing will turn into a bad thing. But it is impossible to subjugate the country. This kind of superpower that started the Cold War and fought against half the world independently. , the only one who can destroy it is itself."

The three men recalled his words, and the more they thought about it, the more reliable they felt. They didn't care about Kassandai, who was standing beside her cheeks.

"If you can't hold it down, it will turn into a bad thing. Does it mean that the devil will sweep the whole country?"

"It can't be swept away."

When the old man saw them coming over to watch him eat, he didn't take it seriously, and continued to pour his drinks happily:

"If it's a big deal, delegating power and ordering local military regions to recruit their own legions, as long as the knight class can fully explode its strength, the demonic disaster will definitely not be able to set off a big storm. It's just that this delegating power... It's hard to say what the future results will be. If Emperor Romulus's If you are healthy enough and live long enough, it's not a big deal."

"Makes sense."

Wien looked at the other party with admiration, thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask two more sentences: "Is your Excellency also a citizen of Rosvia? What's the matter with Celtic?"

"That's it."

He nodded, swallowed the last piece of potato, and stood up with a smile: "I came to Celtic to do a big business."

...

City of London, Temporary Office.

"The bones of the culprit were found, and they were hidden in the cellar of a pig farm in the suburbs of London. There were 22 people in total. Only the skulls were eaten." Nicole held a basket of lime-sprinkled The skull approached the office and clunked it to the ground.

"These idiots..." Kara looked at the baskets of bones and couldn't help but cursed bitterly.

"Do you have any brain problems to believe in this so-called black goat goddess?" Bruno couldn't imagine that someone would worship such an evil god, how twisted it was.

"It's not that there is a problem with the brain, but the way of thinking after believing in religion is different from that of normal people. Maybe the doctrine of the Black Goat Goddess also had a positive side to encourage people at the beginning, but this layer of disguise will definitely slow down with the passage of time. Slow down, a cult is a cult, and the temporary hypocrisy is just to hide, and it will definitely eat people in the end.”

Yale looked away from the basket of skulls, and turned to Beverley, who was yawning constantly with two dark circles under his eyes:

"A demonic disaster also broke out in the Highland Kingdom, how is it now?"

"The scale of the outbreak in the north is not very large. It only attacked a few small towns, and the army was led by Crown Prince Wallace to destroy the monsters. The prince's reputation among the people has become a little better."

After listening to Beverley's report, the black-haired knight's face became a lot thicker, and he said with a frown: "The time left for us will not be long, we must seize all the remaining time to prepare for the war."

"Do you think the Celtics will attack?" Clark asked, frowning.

"If they don't come, we have to find a way to create opportunities for them to attack, because... I'm running out of money..." Yale said with a bitter face.

Originally, with the tens of billions of loans, plus the funds raised by the cheap sale of Celtic land and mines and business taxes, he could always support it for a year or two. But now there is a calamity, the evil capitalists are too scared to invest, and they have sold their properties at a low price or simply abandoned them, and there is basically no business tax.

Relying on tens of billions of rootless water loans, it can last for at most half a year, which is not even the money that will be spent on wars. However, the sound nest's animal enhancers are selling well, and they can save a certain amount of military expenses, but they certainly won't last long.

"Since we don't have money... we can stop fighting..." Nicole couldn't help but underestimate.

"Childish! If we don't try to overturn the Highland Kingdom, we will have to guard here for ten years. Not only will we be fooling around all day, but we will not be able to raise the money to fight in other worlds in the future."

The black-haired knight pointed to the tip of Nicole's nose and scolded him fiercely, then said with a heavy face:

"And... if we leave it alone and let the Highland Kingdom gradually become familiar with the modern combat system, our pressure will increase, and after we exceed a critical point. The Celtic Governor's Palace will inevitably be under the direct jurisdiction of the Empire. I'm fine. One point, it’s a big deal to give up military power, but what should you do?”

The positions of Nicole and others were all temporarily arranged by Yalei. It would be feasible in this colonial-like governor's palace. After being directly administered by the empire, they would definitely not be accepted by those official officials.

"..."

The female knight thought about it seriously, and felt that it was no way to drag on like this, so she could only nodded silently and stopped talking.

"My training here is very smooth, the harpies are very cooperative, they are always in a state of preparation, and they are determined to seek revenge from the Celtics." Carla saw that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and hurriedly stood up and asked for credit.

"There is no problem with the rock monsters. They have a high degree of obedience and can participate in battles at any time." Although Clark felt sorry for his girlfriend, he still said that he was also a main battle faction.

"The water lizards are no problem. These monsters obey the Vam brothers and fight wherever they want." Bruenor is the member of the Black Seat who is most influenced by Yale. It can be said that he longs for war from the bottom of his heart and believes that he can win. .

"very good."

The black-haired knight's face softened a little, and he was about to end the meeting when Lydia knocked on the door suddenly, and said through a layer of door panels:

"Are, there is an old man who claims to be Pompey outside and wants to discuss a big business with you."

"Pompey? Big business? Let him in!"

Yalei was surprised. At this time, he was looking for himself to do business. The other party must be a big capitalist who was not afraid of death. He wanted to take this opportunity to come in and hunt for the bottom. In this case, how could he let such a good opportunity to sell.

Nicole immediately walked to the door, opened the door, and saw an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in sackcloth and dressed as an ascetic, walked into the windmill.

"Your Excellency the Governor, I want to do a big business with you." The old man didn't talk nonsense, just straight to the point. He was the favorite type of black-haired knights.

"It's easy to say! What kind of business do you want to do? Is there a consortium under your name?" Yale asked with a smile.

"I don't have a consortium under my name, and I don't have any money on my body." The other party smiled slightly, and his eyes swept across the faces of the knights, and said calmly:

"The capital is only me."

"Um... it's not impossible to take credit, but you have to come up with a good investment plan."

The black-haired knight is very short of money now, and he doesn't care if the other party wants to be a white wolf with empty gloves. As long as there is an idea to make money, everything can be said.

"Lord Governor, did you know that there are three ways to do business in this world?" The old man stroked his long beard and asked calmly.

"Which three ways are there?" Yale was immediately aroused.

"These three business relationships are very important. You can only tell the Governor and your cronies, otherwise there will be disasters." The other party stroked his chest and saluted.

The black-haired knight laughed, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, tell me, everyone here is my siblings."

"Then, please listen to the Governor." Pompeo stroked his long beard and said sternly:

"The next road is to focus on shopping malls, manage small commodities, buy low and sell high, you can get ten times the benefits, be supported and loved by your peers, and finally become a huge wealth."

Yale frowned, looked at the other party solemnly, and said softly:

"Please go on."

Pompey observed his expression and continued:

"The middle road focuses on the economic lifeline, combines business and government, controls bulk commodities, manipulates trade exchange rates, and can reap a hundred times the benefits.

The old man's words caused everyone to look sideways, and the black-haired knight even sat up straight and gave him a respectful salute:

"Please continue, sage."

Pompeo nodded with satisfaction, his voice was sonorous, and he said calmly:

"On the road, focus on the general trend of the world, gather wings, fight fiercely, control the life and death of all things, sit on ten million times the benefits, and there are countless followers who raise their arms, and finally can become a party's overlord!"