My Heroic Life

Mordel walked forward in the amazement of the congressmen, and he questioned as he stepped.

"Decades ago, when the first king Youser, we followed him on the battlefield. With the revival of magic power, demons appeared frequently and monsters were rampant. Who lay down this blood-filled land to calm the troubled times? This civilized beacon, rebuild the country?"

"It's us! The prosperity of Britain was built by us, and even Arthur was just taking over this difficult country from our hands and creating new glory."

He spit on his face and said: "And in the early days of the magical recovery catastrophe, when humans were fighting with mystery in the mire for survival, Votigung? Huh..."

"What kind of a dog is he!"

Mordel's roar resounded through the House of Lords, and the meritorious nobles behind him straightened up. Their past pride and honor made them no longer entangled and troubled.

"Earl Morey!"

"in!"

An old man with white hair responded, standing straight as if in a barracks even though he was in the house.

"More than 30 years have passed since the bloody battle in Wales, can you still get a knife?"

"of course!"

The old man's answer was categorical. He stroked the various old medals on his chest and said with a smile: "It's time to get a new one."

"Viscount Jeff!"

"in!"

A bald and rickety old man stood up tremblingly, and his cane was thrown aside by him. He raised his head, but he couldn't straighten his waist like Earl Morey.

"Old stuff, can you still do it?"

"I can't do it anymore." The old man replied with some regret, but immediately smiled: "But my son can do it, and my grandson is even better!"

"Oh? You are not afraid that they will die in battle?"

"At least that's like a man." The old man said hoarsely: "My Jeff is on the battlefield, my son will naturally be on the battlefield, my grandson will be better, and my ancestors will be able to do it for generations!"

"Have you heard? Kid?"

Duke Mordel turned his head to look at Kay. He glanced at the documents in the wreckage of the desk and said proudly, "Put away your things."

"Maybe they are useful to those old and cunning businessmen, but for us, this threat is far less than the glory accumulated in the years!"

"Mald, I think you should put away that old-fashioned discrimination, right?"

The old patriarch of the Heller family squinted at his decades-old opponent, and he got up, making a dull noise on the pole of his cane studded with expensive gems.

"I know that many of those documents must be about our chambers of commerce."

He looked at the mess in front of Kay, and said lightly: "The reason is very simple. We are businessmen, opening up the market and expanding our contacts. This is our instinct and the premise of our development."

"We accumulate wealth and exchange what is needed. Maybe you did defeat Britain, but the bricks and mortars that rebuilt our homes after the war contained our painstaking efforts."

Patriarch Heller walked forward quietly, standing side by side with Duke Mordel, not giving way to each other.

"We travel around the world, so we understand better what it means to us if Britain falls."

He turned to face the representatives of many chambers of commerce and families, and asked: "You should be able to predict it too?"

"Since the news of the magic tide spread to the world yesterday, our currency has collapsed, and the moment Britain disappeared from the world, the pound sterling in our bank will become waste paper."

"I know that many of you have properties abroad. Except for currency, you still have your real money in the bank for spending. In fact, I also have it, but what about it?"

"This is a troubled time."

Patriarch Heller sighed.

"Without sufficient strength, without the support of a powerful country behind us, our wealth is a castle in the air, which will be looted wantonly."

"Even now, the world doesn't know how many wolves, tigers and leopards are watching us. They are planning vigorously, waiting to annex our industry and squeeze our money."

"Businessmen are good at calculating, but they are also not hesitant to invest. In today's situation, if you lose, you will lose your vitality. If you win, you will rest with the country. The risks are limited, but the benefits are unlimited. So what is there to hesitate? "

Heller hit the ground with his cane, his face flushed, and the country was his roulette wheel, and the old businessman turned into a gambler.

"Today, I am all over Britain!"

"it is good!"

"Add me!"

The leaders of the major families and chambers of commerce stood up and expressed their positions, whether it was because of the thick stack of documents or Heller's words, they were all united at this time.

After seeing the statements of Duke Mordel and Patriarch Heller, everyone in the House of Lords couldn't help but look towards the last faction, which was a new force that did not exist in the old era but gained huge benefits and power in the revival of magic.

Headed by BAE, it has evolved from the arms dealers in the past, and is mainly engaged in magical products on the mysterious side. The industry involves many technology companies in military medical treatment.

Faced with the gaze of everyone's probing, BAE President Chandler, who has not spoken a word since the beginning of the meeting, finally spoke.

"Mystery research cannot be carried out without a country to rely on. Britain falls, and our technology companies will not exist in the world."

He calmly leaned on the back of his chair, folded his hands on his chest, and analyzed like a researcher: “So far, more than 70% of our company’s projects are cooperative projects with the country, and the research on the mysterious side is very expensive. Huge, in fact, without the funds allocated by the Ministry of Finance, we will not make ends meet."

"Our situation is similar to what the chief Heller said, but it is more serious. Our assets are not as good as those of the major chambers of commerce, and the patent rights for research may be difficult to preserve. Those new technologies will become the targets of competition for the powers."

"Of course, there is no shortage of talented people. Talents are always the most scarce resource. In any case, our individual value will surpass all of you and become the object of competition."

Chandler's overly straightforward speech made the other councillors particularly uncomfortable. They frowned and prepared to teach these ungrateful nerds.

"but."

Chandler's conversation turned, and the complaints of the lawmakers choked in their throats, and there was more emotion in their voices.

"We research potions day and night, and develop weapons all night, not to sell ourselves at high prices!"

He was angry and said in a loud voice: "How many of us researchers, no wives and children, are accompanied by data every day. The progress of the project is the greatest encouragement to them. They have worked hard to turn ideals into reality. The grief of the catastrophe will be sealed forever."

"They are dreaming that Britain is extremely powerful in their dreams. The people will no longer be displaced, relatives and friends will live and work in peace, and the mystery will no longer be ravaged. This dream supports them to survive the lonely night and fight for the revival of civilization."

The lawmakers looked at Chandler, who has always been known for his calmness, furiously, all of them dumbfounded.

"They are the most low-key patriots, but they are also the deepest patriots. How many of them spend their entire lives away from the crowd and spend their lives in boredom, dragging their broken bodies in the laboratory, and defending the country with all their lives. ......"

Chandler gritted his teeth and said:

"How did you ask me to tell them that Britain is dying, and how can I wake these old things that have slept for decades from that dream?"

Several elder members of the Institute behind Chandler couldn't help crying, and all the members who tried to teach them averted their eyes in shame.