Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Some of them are destined to win, such as those who bet accurately, are lucky, 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. And for The part of people who lose completely...they have a strong desire to win, and this mentality will push them to continue participating.

This is Asriel, not Black Ark. Robbery, theft and extortion are illegal here. They can only pawn, but they... seem to have nothing worth pawning? You can only go to your friends to borrow money and borrow money from loan sharks? I don’t agree with loan sharking. Who makes me generous and kind? Walter...you say? "

"Pay money! Starting from tomorrow, they can receive 5 Silver Sovereigns." Walter, who seemed to be watching the game, said casually, and then continued to look at the game, as if the words were not his.

"So, you are using this mechanism to stimulate their desire to consume?" Marlene smiled slightly, obviously beginning to understand Darkus's thinking.

"Exactly! Only when money starts to flow, will it create more value. Remember, the core of the market is circulation, not accumulation. Accumulation can make wealth look bigger, but it is just stagnant. Digital, what really drives social development is to make money move, rather than letting it lie there sleeping..."

This system is very similar, after all, the underlying logic is there. Roosevelt printed money and issued bonds, engaged in infrastructure construction and entrepreneurship, Sandezi... and so on. When it comes to him, it's even easier. After all, he has money, so he can just send it directly or in disguise.

"I understand, this is an area I am good at. This is not just the operation of wealth, but also the cycle of production, consumption and trust. When people have money, they will spend money, and spending money will stimulate production, and production will create more Employment opportunities, which in turn lead to more consumption, is an ever-expanding cycle, which is why circulation is always the lifeblood of the economy.”

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

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

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

"Thank you for your compliment, Marlene. The reason why I am willing to share this with you is because I don't want the future head of the general affairs treasury to be...?" Darkus pointed at his brain at the end.

"Are you so sure?"

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

He knew what Marlene was asking. When Marlene got off the boat, he, Marlene and Adriana were talking about religion. He made a religious promise to Adriana, and then they embraced each other again, sealing the deal. However, Marlene did not. He turned religion into politics and made political promises. But this promise was more like a reassurance, telling Marlene that this journey would be absolutely safe, so instead of just waiting for Marlene to decide, he turned to Adriana.

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

"Because the Wine Festival is not an ordinary day, and the soldiers' tasks are different from usual. Pirates from all the arks, the army and the local residents of Chapeiuto gathered together, with more than 150,000 people? Such a huge scale, management The pressure is far greater than usual." Marlene put down her wine glass and leaned forward slightly, her tone more serious. She knew that Darkus was testing her.

Seeing Darkus just nodding, she paused, "Soldiers have to maintain order, patrol frequently, and may even encounter emergencies. These tasks are quite intense. Giving them high allowances is not just 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 saying among elves that the Phoenix King never lacks hungry soldiers."

When Darkus said these words, not only the Asurs looked at him, but also the Druchi who were watching the game.

"Did I remember it wrong? Oh, sorry, it doesn't seem to be there? But... now it is." He spread his hands.

"This is not ancient at all." Marlene joked with a smile.

"What about two hundred years from now?" Darkus' tone became serious.

The atmosphere in the private room froze, and the elves present all heard the hidden meaning in Darkos' 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 to Asriel as a whole, and will be more willing to do their best to maintain it. ." Darkus was not prepared to dwell on the Phoenix King issue, so he brought the topic back.

"So, are you using money to buy stability?" Marlene pretended to be thoughtful and nodded.

"It can be understood, but not entirely. This is a question of balance. Although there are strict disciplines and regulations, we cannot be harsh on the soldiers, especially at special moments like festivals. Imagine that you wear armor, Standing near the stall with a weapon, smelling the aroma emanating from the stall, and watching the exaggerated eating postures of the Drukhi, Asuryan! And you are just standing there, and the festival seems to have nothing to do with you?

This is simply a kind of torture. One or two days is fine, but the festival lasts for three weeks, so they have to feel that they are being treated fairly and respected. This emotional value is very important, it will make them more proactive and serious. "

In fact, Darkus still had something to say.

There are a total of 4 teams in the competition, and you can bet on 3 teams at a time. The upper limit is 20 silver Sovereigns, which is 1 gold Sovereign, or 1 gold dragon. If the bet is successful, you will get 3 gold dragons or 6 gold dragons. This is higher than the allowance. After all, there are three rounds of games a day and you can bet three times.

But...how can the banker not operate? The promotion of contestants has nothing to do with the team's score. There are three sub-rounds in a round, and the team will be decided before the contestants in the next two or two sub-rounds take the field.

In addition to allowing Druchi and Skink Entertainment and contestants from elite units to show off their skills, the competition is also for the purpose of selecting good candidates, and there are many gaps for Credan and the Black Knight of the Order. Receiving a commemorative medal does not mean that there is no chance. Adreze's followers have a system of screening themselves. That is to say, the so-called experts will know whether there is one as soon as they make a move.

In the first few days, or when a team member explodes, there will be situations where the two teams' scores are tied, but it will happen less often later. Then there is a way to bet, bet 3 teams, or bet 1 team? Bet on 3 teams to protect your capital. Betting on 2 teams is the most reliable. If you get two out of three, you will of course hit the mark every time. Betting on one team requires great luck. If you bet three times a day, can you win every time?

Blessed by Tzeentch? The problem is that the blessed cannot control the game, so Tzeentch caused the contestants to suddenly crash?

The sorceresses on the sidelines are responsible for carrying the trays containing the medals, which is only a small part of their work. The important thing is to use the meteor compass to monitor the game. When magic appears on the field, they will be aware of it immediately. In addition, the game must be controlled. For example, in the first round of the first round on the first day, they took action on the sidelines to prevent a certain player's eyes from being gouged out or his ears from being bitten off. Turn the game into a farce. After the game, they are also responsible for providing medical treatment.

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

The problem is that there is no point in doing this...and even if it is done, what will happen? Make a loan shark go dark? You've already taken out loan sharks, is there any value in cultivating it? Is it simply disgusting?

Most people don't make any money, and with the consumption of food and drink, only a few lucky guys can make some money. But soldiers are different. After the 24-day allowance is full, they will have 72 gold Sovereigns. This is absolutely stable, they will definitely get it, and they will become rich first, but they have no channels and methods to expand. This money can only be spent...

Of course, the number 72 is absolutely impossible to get. After all, you have to change defenses, rest, and get even rain and dew. Standing there for a day and constantly checking the situation is very tiring. Even the garrisons stationed in the province of Cuyo and the southern outposts will receive a festival fee. After more than ten years of development, the settlement of Asriel has been formed, with the ability to circulate goods.

"But..." Marlene still couldn't fully accept this figure. Originally, she was going to say: This expenditure is still too high. But she thought of what Darkus said just now: There is no shortage of money.

"An ordinary person with a normal mind will instinctively approach order. Even if they live on chaos, it does not mean that they like chaos. Rather... they know better how to survive in chaos." Darkus glanced at Passing by Asul and Druch in front of him, his voice was low but clear.

"Imagine you've just finished a day's work and you're holding food in your hands, thinking about going home and sharing it with your children. Suddenly a stranger walks out and stabs you hard. You fall to the ground and the food rolls onto the floor. The man next to you didn't steal your money or your food, he just wanted to give you a knife." 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? Bullshit?" He raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the box and fall further away, with a hint of chill in his tone.

There was a brief silence in the private room, and the Asurs frowned slightly, obviously shocked by this direct and cruel metaphor. The Drukis, on the other hand, lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to meet Darkus' eyes, as if his words had hit some dark corners in their hearts.

"Do I like this kind of chaos? No! In the past, I had no ability to change these. Living in the rules, I was unable to change anything. Just like everyone who has been stabbed, all I can do is learn to live in absurdity and chaos. "

He stood up and walked slowly to the window. His voice sounded again, this time, full of determination and oppression.

"But it's different now. Now, I have the ability to make rules! I have the ability to tell every Druch: No matter how much you like chaos, the rules cannot be violated after all. The rules are not restraints, but protection! Not for To limit you, but to allow you to take food home safely.”

"Chaos can't make people truly peaceful, but rules can keep this city and even the entire society alive! The Wine Festival is not just for celebrating, but also for telling them! From today on, chaos will be restrained, and order will be brought to my attention. The way is established!”

As Dacus finished speaking, the room fell into silence again. The Asurs exchanged glances thoughtfully, while the Duruchis kept their heads down and seemed to be chewing on his words. In the whole room, only his figure seemed more calm and determined.

"Duruchis and Asur must fight. This is destined and irresistible. The new order will replace the old order." Dacus's eyes became deeper and deeper, and his voice was low and clear, echoing in the room.

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

His eyes swept over everyone, and his voice gradually became powerful.

"But flames can also be melted into new forms! And what about 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 the bones and blood of fate."

"And I! Daxus Hell's Disaster! What I pursue 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 too much?"

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

"However, this battle is still far away, isn't it? Now, we just need to enjoy this wine festival. After all, no matter what the future holds, today, we still have wine to drink, right? Of course, we can also make associations about the future." Daxus raised his head, smiled, and his tone became relaxed again. He returned to his seat, raised his glass, and gestured to everyone present, as if this move had resolved the endless heaviness contained in the words just now.

"Will the Lizardmen join the war?" Bell-Aihor, who had been silent and listened carefully to Dacus' words, suddenly asked.

"I tell you very clearly, no! They have their order and their mission. I know what you are 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 Bell-Aihor, "So... can you understand that Duruchi is doing business with the Lizardmen?"

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

"Why is it different? You have dealings with Zhendan, but only in trade, and even this trade is not between countries, but between individuals, but this is a problem between you and Zhendan . You can have a deeper exchange with Zhendan, such as your father's diplomatic mission to Zhendan, and sign a larger and continuous trade agreement. There is no problem between countries.

But I don't think that when Duruqi and Asur are at war, Zhendan will send a fleet or army across the ocean to participate in the war. Even if there is, it is an individual behavior, not a national behavior. "

At the end, Dacus added another sentence. After all, many things are not absolute. What if he is influenced by Jianqi, what if he has a brain seizure, what if Fufennubal achieves a major diplomatic success in Zhendan, what if "Minglong" Yinyin leads a fleet to participate in the war, it's hard to say.

"Will Lizardmen have individual behavior?"

"Marin, I tell you clearly, no!" Dacus's tone was firm, his eyes were fixed on Marin, and his expression was a little unquestionable majesty. He paused for a moment before continuing in a slower tone, "You ask such a question because you don't know enough about the lizardman society. Lizardmen are not like us, who talk about interests, cooperation, and betrayal at every turn. Their existence itself is an absolute loyalty, a sense of mission imprinted in the depths of their souls."

"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, their thoughts, actions, and even the meaning of their survival, revolve around the will of the Ancient Saints." He turned slightly and looked out the window, as if he had penetrated time and space and looked into the distant past.

"Then..." Marin frowned, as if digesting this information.

"Now, one of the Ancient Saints has returned! And the other... 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: Is that the Ancient Saint you? After all, everything that happened to Athel Loren and Aishriel has been made clear.

"The Lizardmen will not change their position, their loyalty is unshakable. The return of the Old Saints is a guide and a call to them. Even if they face the overthrow of the entire world, they will only follow the footsteps of the Old Saints without any second thoughts." Daquus nodded, his tone more solemn.

He sighed and said slowly, "So, Marin, 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 Old Saints. And I...what you can do is not to try to change them, but to understand them and respect their choices."

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

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