People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

The emperor of Ursus heard the implication of the god's words. He was reminding Fyodor that if he had a good relationship with the Sami, the Sami would be happy to help him when necessary.

Whether it was out of fear of the [Door] and evil spirits, or out of respect for the gods, Fyodor felt it was necessary to improve his relationship with Sami.

"I understand, my friend, your words enlightened me."

Fyodor nodded, with a look of excitement on his face. He pondered for a moment and continued to speak.

"My friend, I want to thank you for your advice. In fact, my ministers and I have already planned to improve the situation of the infected."

The new emperor looked high-spirited and became confident.

"You made me understand that Ursus has spent too much energy on internal friction. We should change this situation. Thank you, we still have this opportunity."

In the distance, Lin He was a little surprised. He began to appreciate the Ursus Emperor.

"Then I will wait and see"

He didn't know whether Fyodor's reforms would be successful. It would take time to test, but Lin He was willing to wait.

If it turns out that Fyodor's reforms are correct, Lin He will be happy to help him clear away some short-sighted nobles.

"My friend, I implore you to witness that we will make Ursus great again."

Feodor's voice sounded majestic and fanatical. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He might be a holy king, or he might be a sinner.

"it is good"

The dark figure suddenly became huge, like a world

"I'm here to witness, I'm here to record, I'm here to judge"

A beam of transparent light hung from the sky. Fyodor raised his head. He saw countless towns rising from the ground. Every Ursusian was well-dressed. They could talk about politics openly. They were no longer ignorant. Business and trade were The routes are spread all over the country, and everyone is bathed in the light of equality.

Is that the future, or fantasy?Fyodor didn't know.

When the emperor opened his eyes again, he had returned to his bedroom.Fyodor felt better than ever before, and his whole person was like a new baby.

He sat up from the bed, picked up the coat that had been hidden in the closet, put it on in front of the mirror, and then ordered the servant to come in and crown him.

Everything was ready, the brown-haired man showed a confident expression, he walked out of the door and headed towards the parliament.

In the hall dedicated to the Duma deliberation, the nobles were arguing over emergencies. Werther sat at the head of the table. He ignored his surroundings and concentrated on reading the manuscript in his hand.

When the majestic-faced emperor entered the venue, all the nobles fell silent, showing expressions of disbelief.

In their sight, there was a tall man in a black uniform. He wore a crown and held a scepter. He had medals hanging all over his body one after another. He wore a command knife from the former emperor's era on his waist.

For a moment, the nobles felt that their eyes were dazzled.

Like, so similar.When Fyodor put aside his indecision, he and the late emperor were almost cut out of the same mold.

They both have piercing blue eyes and their figures are equally majestic.

"Gentlemen, we need to prepare for a war!"

The emperor's voice sounded in the hall, sharp and infectious, attracting everyone's attention at once.

Those old nobles were in a trance. They felt that Feodor's figure gradually overlapped with that of the late emperor.

During the reign of the late emperor, the emperor always held his scepter high and started today's agenda with the words "My lord, we should prepare for war."

No one dared to answer, they didn't know the new king's plans.They watched Fyodor come to his seat and watched him hold up a document

"Our envoys were insulted in Colombia and our caravans were exploited in Great Yan."

Fyodor's voice was not high-pitched, but everyone could feel the sharpness hidden in it.

"Have our swords become rotten and the glory of Ursus lost? We have allowed other countries to trample on our dignity."

"A great shame!"

The emperor clenched his fists angrily. He turned around and pointed at the huge oil painting behind him.

"Today, we are gathered in Duma. Behind me is the portrait of the late emperor. He is the greatest holy king of Ursus and he is the fighter of Ursus."

The expressions of the old nobles were no longer casual. They sat upright and looked a little excited.

On weekdays, Fyodor kept silent about the late emperor because he was afraid of the late emperor's shadow.Now, is he finally going to take over the whip of punishing the continent of Terra?

"Where is the truth? The truth is only on the edge of the sword!"

Fyodor raised his hands

"Justice and dignity are only within the range of a cannon!"

The entire parliament fell into deathly silence, and after a few seconds, thunderous applause broke out.

Both the old aristocrats and the new aristocrats have become excited. They may have conflicts in specific interests, but they are surprisingly consistent in terms of war.

War will bring dividends, war will bring promotion, almost every Ursus firmly believes in this.

Only the gentlest nobles showed worried looks. They subconsciously turned their attention to Witte, only to find that the Speaker, who always advocated maintaining stability, was applauding along with everyone.

Could it be that Ursus is really going to change?

Chapter 46: Possibilities given to infected people

Ursus is a country with a vast territory and a strong tradition of militarism.From top to bottom, almost every class has reaped the dividends of external expansion.

If the late king had not passed away suddenly, if the empire's edge had not been damaged by the Eastern Kingdom, this violent machine would still be roaring, and it would create more killings.

Now, the new king is standing in the Duma, holding a scepter in his left hand and a document in his right hand. He is about to open a new era.

When the thunderous applause fell silent, everyone raised their heads and stared at Fyodor with either expectation or nervousness.

"Gentlemen, decades ago, the late Emperor used sword and fire to open up land for the Ursus. After those wars, the Ursus found themselves so powerful, with silver spears, horses, and steam armor. We all defeated them. "

"But!"

Fyodor's voice suddenly became harsh

"To this day, our swords are locked in arsenals, our soldiers are corrupted by indulgence, and our citizens are devastated."

He raised the document in his hand and threw it on the table

"have a look!"

"Look at the insults our neighboring countries have given us, and look at their covetous gaze on us. Do we want to swallow this bitter pill? Do we want to continue to tolerate it?"

The emperor of Ursus shook his head violently, and the oil painting of the late emperor hung behind him, as if he had never left.

"We will never"

"We should reorganize our weapons, we must arm ourselves, and we must act immediately!"

Fyodor raised his head and scanned everyone with his sharp eyes

"I know that you are all people with bones. You have experienced blood fighting, and the noble blood of your ancestors flows in your bodies."

"My compatriots, the glory of Ursus cannot fall. For your emperor and the future of Ursus, we should fight!"

Fyodor waved his arms, and countless nobles stood up from their seats. They shouted long live the emperor, and they praised Fyodor's wisdom.

In fact, both the new and old aristocrats are eager for a war.Ursus has fallen into a quagmire, and it urgently needs a war to divert the conflict.

War is good, war means money, it means redistribution of interests, everyone can get a piece of the pie.

Feodor's speech was like a spark that ignited the entire interest group. The war faction was unprecedentedly inspired. They believed that with the support of the emperor, Ursus would make neighboring countries surrender.

Looking at those enthusiastic faces, Fyodor remembered them one by one. He returned to his seat and handed the focus to Werther.

The middle-aged man with a lean face stood up from his seat. He faced Fyodor and began to read the report.

"According to His Majesty the Emperor's plan, Ursus must begin a new round of arms upgrades to cope with the possibility of foreign invasion and war."

"To this end, the Ministry of Finance will provide financial support to establish new Originium processing plants and weapons manufacturing plants."

The eyes of the nobles became eager. They knew exactly what the new policy meant. However, Speaker Witte's next words surprised them.

"In order to provide labor for Originium processing plants and heavy labor industries, His Majesty plans to use infected people."

This sentence is like a huge stone, which suddenly stirs up thousands of waves.

"Your Majesty, no! Those infected are a bunch of useless beasts of burden, they should all be executed!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you should think twice. Your actions will put the people of Ursus into panic."

One by one, the nobles stood up to dissuade them. They looked distressed. Although some nobles did not express their stance, they did not agree with this policy in their hearts.

Fyodor looked at them, his blue eyes revealing disgust and disappointment that could not be concealed.

"You want to stop the Empire from preparing for war?"

This hat is too big and no one can afford this crime.

Fedor stood up, took the statistics from Speaker Witte, and then showed them to everyone

"The empire's source stone output is decreasing day by day. Even if we repeatedly increase the remuneration, there are still very few workers willing to engage in mining."

"The infected, only the beasts of burden infected with the ore disease, they are not afraid of. If necessary, we should make good use of every part of the empire."

"Catching infected people has cost the government too much money. We must change our thinking. We must send them to specialized factories to create a steady stream of wealth for Ursus."

It is true that nobles naturally hate infected people, but they will not struggle with money.

In the past, only the military could deal with infected people. They sent infected people to source stone mines and made profits from them.

But now, the new emperor's purpose is obvious. He wants the new nobles in the city to get a share of the pie. He allows the new nobles to use the infected to make profits.

The new nobles gained wealth, the old nobles and the army received new weapons, and they would be promoted from external expansion. This was simply a plan that had the best of both worlds.

From this point of view, it seems that those infected are no longer useless beasts of burden, but have become meat and potatoes.

For a moment, the entire venue fell into silence.The nobles were not willing to offend Fyodor, and they were also considering their own interests.

A few months later, when the wrangling between the various nobles in the Duma ended and the benefits of the policy were distributed in a compromise, Fyodor's new policy was finally adopted.

War is indeed a good means of diverting conflicts. When Fyodor acted like a war fighter, he intentionally or unintentionally created domestic demand for Ursus.

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Mid-1095

On the streets of Chernobog, an infected person was held down by pickets and pinned to the ground.The infected person looked frightened and closed his eyes in despair.

When he thought he was about to be executed or sent to the Source Stone mine, the infected pickets put him on a bus and transported him to the Source Stone processing plant along with other infected people.

In the factory, there is a manager wearing a special uniform, who is assigned to the team that carries the crude Originium ore.

Life here is not as bad as men imagine. Every day the factory distributes rations of food to them. If the production capacity is excellent, they will even get meat to eat.

The managers of the factories are very strict and will be whipped if they are lazy, but they dare not execute the infected. He heard that these factories were built under the orders of His Majesty the Emperor himself, and the managers are also afraid of getting into trouble.

At the beginning of every month, government personnel would come to inspect and accept the goods. The red gold used for payment would pile up in a hill, and the factory owner would smile from ear to ear.In his eyes, those infected are cash cows, and the more experienced workers are, the more valuable they are.

Here, the infected do not have to worry about being killed by pickets, nor do they have to worry about their livelihoods. They only need to work for the empire.

Although the work is quite intensive and there are no protective measures, the infected people are quite satisfied compared to their initial life.

Although those lights were faint, they did fall on the shoulders of the infected.

Chapter 47: Is this also in your calculations?

As the situation of infected people in cities improves, those infected in the wilderness face even more brutal exploitation.

The infected are money, they are talking beasts of burden, recognized by both the military and the nobles.

The military wants to capture the infected and send them to the Originium mines; the city's nobles also cooperate with the infected pickets, and their factories need more labor.

Under this double oppression, there is not much living space left for those infected in the wasteland.

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Recently, a legend has been circulating in the snowfield: there is a settlement of infected people in a place where the infected pickets cannot notice. They rescue the infected people and use special ointments to delay the damage of Originium Disease.

At first, the Ursus military scoffed at the news. Even with those infected people who could not read a single word, they would not be able to create a specific cure for Originium Disease for another 100 years.

It wasn't until the pickets caught the infected person who went out to collect medicine that they realized that the rumors might be true.

"Gather all the trash from his "Usas" to me and prepare to search the mountain!"

The Ursus officers who learned the information were like hounds that smelled blood, and they were unwilling to give up any possible promotion opportunities.

With the officer's order, the military camp began to boil. Warlocks released drones, and vanguard warriors brought hounds. They held the captured infected person, put a knife on his neck, and forced him to guide the Ursus soldiers.