Fairy’s Box

The first two paragraphs are really good, very level, and people are excited and yearn for it, but the last paragraph, what kind of shouting... will it give people a feeling of wanting to rebel?

The Bernstein family has been loyal from generation to generation, and the empire has no place to let him down, so how can it be a rebel.

If he really had such a **** mind, how would he go to see Mr. Casper and his grandfather in the future, the heroic spirits of the ancestors would probably scold him. All in all, this bad old man must have bad intentions for instigating his own rebellion!

When Yale thought of this, the respectful expression on his face gradually subsided. He stared at the other party with a fierce look, and said coldly: "What kind of business do you want to do with me after talking so much?"

Seeing his expression, Pompey couldn't help but feel a burst of disappointment, which can only be attributed to the fact that the rule of the Agaric Dynasty has not lost its virtue, and the future princes have not had time to breed ambitions under the suppression of the thousand-year-old imperial lineage.

It seems that I came a little early, it doesn't matter if I don't return... That time is coming soon.

Just wait patiently, red dragons, sea snakes, black eagles, wolves, phoenixes... these lords and overlords will wake up one by one, and the battle of the heroes will finally kick off, which is what all observers have been looking forward to for three thousand years. grand occasion.

But before that, he had to appease the governor, or else he would be kicked out of the house in the next moment.

Seeing that the expressions of everyone were getting worse, the old man quickly suppressed the thoughts in his heart and said with a big laugh:

"Your Excellency the Governor, you were entrusted with a field title at a young age, and now you have been entrusted with an important task to fight against a country by yourself. Is it not that you are willing to accept this kind of training for the purpose of conquering the territory and expanding the frontier for Rosevia Earth, do you want to be a world tyrant?"

It turned out to mean to dominate the outside world... This can be!

The expressions of Yalei and everyone suddenly eased, and they regained respect and kindness. Looking at the old man's eyes, their eyes became burning, hoping that the other party would be able to speak amazingly and solve their current predicament.

"Can the sage teach me?" the black-haired knight respectfully asked.

"Your Excellency the Governor can set up factories in this barren land, integrate monsters, train new troops, and curb the infiltration offensive of the Celts. It should be the limit now."

Pompeo was not at all restrained in front of them, he sat on an empty seat by himself, and talked eloquently:

"If there is no such disaster, the current situation of the Governor's Mansion can be maintained by selling real estate at a low price, but now that the province has become a disaster area, the capital must be withdrawn crazily. Your Excellency has no funds to maintain the current situation."

"It's really not much." Yale listened.

"Then, there are only two ways to go to the current Celtic Governor's Palace. The first way is to suffer until the Governor's Palace's finances collapse, honestly hand over the results of his painstaking efforts, and wait for the central government."

There was silence in the council room, the black-haired knight frowned, and everyone looked sad. There was snow in the air, as if it would freeze at any time.

No one is willing to give up such a large site and start from scratch elsewhere.

The old man smiled and looked at Yalei: "The second way is to save up the troops and fight hard to conquer the Highland Kingdom and completely put an end to the military disaster in the north. Judging from the governor's style of doing things, there must be such a plan."

"..."

The black-haired knight's eyes flickered for a long time, and finally nodded.

In just a few seconds, he had already made up his mind that no matter what the cost, he had to keep the old man, otherwise it would be a disaster.

"Excuse me, but the Governor-General has a good chance of winning?" Pompeo didn't seem to care about his situation at all, and all the questions he asked involved core secrets.

"There is no chance now. In half a year, there is a 30% chance. Give me a year and a 70% chance. In the future, the chance will not be big." Yale made up his mind and would no longer hide it.

He speaks at a slow pace, articulates clearly, and has a calm expression. His dark eyes are bottomless, reflecting the face of the old man opposite him, and he has a convincing appeal.

Among the princes, the black eagle is the most brave and good at fighting, and the first in strategy... If it hadn't been for a mistake in attacking the Highland Kingdom, it took more than ten years to waste in vain, and even lost the wife who was going to get it. There may not be a chance...

Pompey recalled the scene he observed in the time well, and he was instantly refreshed and full of confidence in his future career. He smiled and looked at the black-haired knight:

"Your Excellency the Governor is worried that the reform of the Highland Kingdom will be officially completed in a year, so let's turn the fat on your body into muscles."

"That's right."

"Since the Governor trusted me and revealed so many truths, then I can't help but say something." The old man put away his smile, shook his sleeves, and said sternly:

"I have a plan that can help His Excellency the Governor to stabilize the heights."

"I would like to worship the sage as a military adviser and give half of the fief to support." The black-haired knight knew that the other party could not tell him for nothing, and decisively threw his olive branch.

Of course, the premise is that the other party's strategy really works, otherwise he will be taken advantage of.

Half the fief!

Bruno, Clark, Kara, Nicole, Beverly, and Lydia, who had been listening outside the door, were all shocked. It was just too generous to hire a military advisor.

"Hahaha!"

However, Pompeo's face was red with a smile, and this courtesy alone could make him proud in front of all the observers.

"Please teach me a sage."

Seeing that he was just laughing, Yale couldn't help urging him for fear that the old man's laughter would turn into dementia.

"Lord Governor."

The old man made a formal salute, and said in a solemn voice:

"The fault of this southern Celtic lies in the lack of population. Without population, there is no taxation, and without population, there is no army. My method enables you to recruit a well-trained and strong army at a small price."

"..."

The black-haired knight's eyes lit up, and he didn't interrupt, just quietly waiting for the other party to continue talking.

"I suggest that the Celtic Province recruit an army in addition to the new army, and use the cultivated land as compensation for the army. In peacetime as a self-cultivator, in wartime as a soldier, exempt from all taxes, and at the same time serve for life, and it is forbidden to engage in land management. All industries. Participate in military training every other month, check every year, and have a major review every three years.

Every ten households shall have a ten commander, every 100 households shall have a centurion, and every thousand households shall have a guard commander.

In peacetime, the guards take turns to form regiments, and the rest are paid to serve on behalf of others. When dispatching troops to recruit and defend, the generals will be led by the governor. When the war is over, the troops are scattered in the guard, and the commander-in-chief returns to the Governor's Palace. In this way, the soldiers will be separated, and the governor can be dispatched at will without worrying about the fall of military power. "

"This is very similar to the ancient feudal knights." Kara couldn't help saying.

"Not the same, not the same."

Pompey shook his head, stroked his long beard and said, "There are no entourages, and the cultivated land is not a fief. All warriors are loyal to one ruler. How can it be said that they are the same as the ancient knights."

"It works, it will work!"

Yalei snapped his hands together and said excitedly, "As long as you give enough arable land, even a third-tier knight will be excited, so that I can assemble an army without spending a penny!"

This old man is not only a sage, but a state scholar!

"Exactly."

The old man nodded slightly and said with a smile: "The most abundant asset of the Celts is land. As long as the Governor is willing, he is not afraid that no one will fight for you."

"The strategist thinks, how much farmland should I give?" The black-haired knight immediately changed his name when he saw that the other party was really expecting.

"Second-order knights should have 500 acres, third-order knights 5,000, those with war marks are preferred, fourth-order... I don't think about it for the time being, because you definitely don't give as much as His Majesty the Emperor. In order to get more and better soldiers, I suggest that Your Excellency the Governor-General draw troops from abroad, such as Frank, who has lost half of its territory, where there must be a large number of bankrupt soldiers willing to serve you."

The black-haired knight kept nodding as he listened, frowned suddenly, touched his chin and said, "If this guard soldier dies, what should the Governor's Palace do?"

"His descendants inherit farmland and positions."

"What if his descendants don't want to be guardsmen?"

"The governor can repurchase the land at twice the market price, and at the same time give sufficient pensions. Similarly, if there is a long-term failure of the military inspection and inspection of the garrison, you can compulsorily buy back the land at one-fifth of the market price."

Yale stared at each other with burning eyes, and then asked:

"The soldiers of the guards want to unilaterally break the contract, so what should I do?"

Pompey straightened his old and sturdy physique with a confident smile on his face:

"If you don't want to fight, you can't force it to stay. Otherwise, it will definitely affect the military's morale and deprive this person of his military position and land. According to the years of service, you can give him a sum of money."

"Half of Glamorgan welcomes the military division to come and pick it up at any time. I hope you can help this guard." The black-haired knight knew that he had really picked up a treasure this time, and the old man opposite was bigger than Nancy. 's big baby.

"my pleasure."

The old man straightened his sackcloth and happily took the order.

...

That night, Yale held a feast at the Earl's Palace to celebrate the arrival of Pompey. From the banquet, he took out Glamorgan's map, divided it into two, and wanted to give it to the other party, but the old man kept rejecting it for some reason.

"Your Excellency Governor, your ambition is not a highland kingdom, and mine is not half a Glamorgan. Staying by your side, I will naturally ask for the corresponding reward." After Pompey made such a refusal, the black-haired knight Only then did I take a reassurance and no longer continued to entangle.

"Mr. Pompey, you should be a Gallic based on your appearance, right?" Yale raised his goblet and toasted the other party with a glass of wine.

Of course, under the watchful eye of Charlene, his cup was filled with strong tea, while Pompey's cup was Seris puree.

The black-haired knight was forced to abstain from drinking alcohol, but the other party didn't know it. In the eyes of the old man, he thought it was a sign of his purity and ambition, and he was more confident in private.

"I was born in the province of Babylon. Later, I followed my teacher to the province of Carthage to study art. I stayed there for fifty years, so I should be considered a Carthaginian."

Pompey took a sip of Seris puree and replied with a smile on his face.

"Beverly, did you hear that, the military advisor is your countryman."

Yale took the opportunity to introduce them to each other: "This is Beverly, my classmate, who is currently learning espionage skills."

"Master, I'll give you a toast."

Beverley raised his glass with some embarrassment. He is the weakest among the crowd, and he has only learned a fraction of the espionage skills, so the pressure is not too great.

"Don't dare!"

After the old man saw his appearance clearly, his whole body was jolted, and his back was instantly cold.

No wonder I thought this name sounded familiar before, isn't this the notorious spy chief Red Fox in the future? No one can offend this kind of person, otherwise he will never know how he will die in the future.

"I'm Kara, a cup to the military division."

"I'm Clark, toast to the military division."

"I'm Nicole, a toast to the military division."

"I'm Lydia, a toast to the military division."

...

After Pompei responded frequently, he finally matched everyone's appearance to the big men observed in the Time Well, and couldn't help sighing secretly.

Breathing the Wild Wind, Golden Horn, Silver Flash, Scorpio, these ruthless characters are still very immature, and they are almost no different from their own descendants.

Are heroes leading the times, or do the times create heroes... If you can grasp the rules, you may be able to approach the side of the truth that all observers expect.

I don't know if my colleagues have come into contact with the future princes such as Red Dragon, Blue Wolf, Sea Snake, etc. It should not be smooth on my side. After all, Black Eagle is famous for talking among the princes. It's just too much luck.

After Yale finished drinking the bitter tea in the cup, he found that the old man was looking at a ghost maid in a trance.

"What is the sergeant thinking?"

"No, nothing."

Pompeo was awakened by his voice, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I just feel that the team of Your Excellency the Governor is surprisingly young... I really don't know how much achievements will be made in the future."

"Only a sage like you can help me, and we will definitely become a world leader." The black-haired knight looked at his energetic companion and boasted with confidence.

A mere world of Fangba... It seems that even Hei Ying himself is still very immature.

The old man immediately raised his glass and asked the ghost maid to fill him with the fragrant Seris puree. He stood up from his seat, his eyes slid across everyone's faces, and he said vigorously:

"Then I'll congratulate you here first."

"Hey hey hey..."

Everyone just sneered while holding their wine glasses. Although they often get together to talk at length, this is the first time they have said it in front of outsiders, and I always feel a little embarrassed.