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Chapter 228 There are chapters to talk about!

Of course, Amber didn’t just write such a sentence. At the beginning, he threw out "a happy future", and then began to complain about the "difficult status quo", and then reflected on the "prejudice of the past", and finally returned to the original purpose. : How about pulling a brother?

There were too many angry things, and Cecil had no energy. He squeezed the letter and thought about it for a while, and said, "Is it useful for us to ask for Tanbunita?"

"Is it useful as a mage, but is it useful for industry?" Langdon asked rhetorically.

Cecil is a little entangled. In terms of industrial civilization, the bigger the land, the better. Many resources cannot be exploited outside the territory, and the resources required in different periods are also different. For example, oil only shows value after it enters the industrial society. It was not available before. use.

Tuhai has oil, and so does San Benzie, but these two places are beyond the reach of the Middle Kingdom. Will there be oil in Tambunita?Even if there is no oil, will there be other things?Coal mines, iron ores, and even rare earths are all good things underground.

Shaking away the fantasies flying in front of his eyes, Cecil said: "Let's not talk about how much ore we can dig, what do we legally agree to do to occupy Tambunita?"

"In terms of law?" Langdon repeated, turning the pen in his hand. He learned this hand from Cecil, but he played it more flexibly and skillfully. His slender fingers are also very pleasing to the eye. "Actually, I think it is more convenient. The best way is to let Tambunita perish, and all the currently recognized heirs are dead. It is more convenient to wait a year or two before rebuilding the city. Legally inheriting Tambuneta is too much trouble, and Gallagher II alone can't do it. Deal with it, or forget it.”

After Langdon said that, Cecil gave up his delusions in this regard. As for Amber's letter, just pretend he didn't read it.

"Why should I give him face?" Cecil muttered angrily, "Didn't he look down on homosexuals? Then go and play by yourself."

Langdon laughed, and stretched out his hand to touch Cecil's fluffy head. The long hair was finally cut into a crew cut, and the hair that he liked to play with every time he slept was now only a thin layer. Yes, although it is a bit regrettable, it can be regarded as a comfort to reduce the sight of other women.

Cecil is becoming more and more like a king without putting on airs, which is rare and naturally attracts the attention of many women.

A young and promising king, kind and easy-going, but also good at making money. Although it is not a magical country, the daughter of a duke is worthy of it—not an illegitimate daughter, but a legitimate daughter—as for the king’s cavalry. ,who cares?

It's just Wang Qi, can he still give birth to a prince for this king?

Everyone thought so, and Langdon also thought so. Although Cecil had repeatedly promised that he would never be entangled in the issue of heirs, as a king cavalry, it was really hard for him not to think about this aspect.

A king must have an heir, otherwise which citizen would feel at ease?Besides, the life span difference between him and Cecil is also a problem.

"Honey, want a baby?" Langdon asked, spinning the pen twice.

"I don't want to." Cecil said without raising his head, "It's not necessary. I will find a way to formulate a feasible succession system before I die. If anything happens in the future, I can't blame me. Besides, my children may not be able to do it." You have to be like me, so don't worry about your children anymore."

"Aren't you going to adopt one?" Langdon asked quietly.

"Do you think our current citizens will surrender to an adopted child?" Cecil finally raised his head and asked.

Langdon stared at Cecil's face for a while, and said, "It's the king's personal business to whom the country will be entrusted to... However, the citizens of the Middle Kingdom should not be able to." He sighed, "These citizens are used to you. broken."

Cecil laughed: "It should be said that the training is good."

A well-trained citizen, the fat boss of a carriage firm is standing in front of the shop, waving his arms and shouting loudly: "Our carriages are the best! Our carriages are the strongest! Our employees are the best! Kill everyone who stands in our way! Whoever stands in our way dies!"

A large group of employees shouted in unison: "Whoever stands in my way dies!"

The hostile slogan made several passing pedestrians frown. They were dressed very plainly, and the staff was a single piece of wood without even a little decoration.This is necessary. After all, it is dangerous to go back and forth between Tambunita and the Middle Kingdom. To some extent, they are spies, and no matter which side catches them, they will not end well.

"We're just smugglers." A handsome mage with white hair argued in a low voice, "We're not involved in civilized wars."

"Shhh—what civilization war? It's not that far!" Another female mage said, "Besides, can't you deal with your white hair? It's too conspicuous, and you'll be a target at night!"

"I was born with this, what can I do?" The white-haired mage stared, "Are you going to let me waste a magic bit on this every day?"

The female mage rolled her eyes: "Don't you know that there is such a thing as hair dye? Didn't you notice that I have brown hair?"

"Aren't you originally with brown hair?" The white-haired mage asked in surprise, "Why did you dye it?"

The muscles around the female mage's nose twitched a few times, as if she really wanted to burn the white-haired mage's face with a big fireball, but she held back and led a group of people to a certain street.This is their usual business, and they have done it several times. It can be said that it is a no-cost transaction. They use the different conditions of the two places to make a difference in price, and the profit is amazing.

The destination is a small three-story building, the first floor is a store, and the second floor and above can be used for rent or for living. The commercial land in Yuecheng is generally in the same style. The current Yuecheng is no longer allowed to build randomly. Officially issued style choices.There is no signboard on the second floor of this shop, obviously the boss can afford to use the whole building.The streets of Yuecheng are quite spacious, and the small streets and alleys are at least two-way lanes plus sidewalks. All the shops along the street must leave a large open space. Before the urban construction is useless, the shops can put some seats and greenery, on the one hand to attract customers , on the other hand, it also embellishes the streetscape.

There are resting chairs but no tables at the entrance of this store. A full-length mirror is placed among the beautifully designed green plants, which is a very rare arrangement.

"The mirror in Moon City is pretty good. It's very clear." The white-haired mage stood in front of the mirror and straightened his appearance, and said with satisfaction, "How much does this mirror cost?"

"Just ten gold." Pibali came out with a smile and said, "Newcomer?"

"Yes." The female mage replied, "You bumpkin, who has been staying in Tanbunita all the time, doesn't understand anything, and this time I brought him out to see the world."

This shop is the wig shop opened by the squirrel Pibali. After she finished her studies, she wanted to go back to the clan to do business, but she didn't expect that the clan people were not only scattered but also hard to find. The underground needed extra lighting to weave hair, and the raw material of silk was very expensive. It is easy to get damp, in short, the underground is not suitable for fake fur business.After thinking about it, she went back to Moon City to open a shop. Because of her good craftsmanship and creativity, the business can be said to be thriving, and it spread to the ears of the same clan, which can be regarded as a curve to save the country.

"Did you bring your hair?" Pibali ignored the white-haired mage's shocked eyes, and opened the shop door, "I said last time, more black hair."

"Pure black hair is rare." The female mage explained, "Besides, black hair can be dyed."

"The dyed black hair is unnatural." Piperly frowned, "Our King has black hair and black eyes, and it is said that he likes the same hair color. Dyeing the whole head is too uncomfortable, and many ladies want to Ask for a black wig."

The female mage shrugged her shoulders: "I will pay attention, this time as usual?"

"As usual, the price remains the same."

This smuggling team collects the hair of those poor people in Tanbunita, and may only pay a sandwich or a strip of beef, and bring it to the Middle Kingdom. It can be sold for a very high price, if they know that Piper is sold for magic If the fake fur in the big country and the underground world is settled with magic coins, I am afraid that the eyeballs will fall out of shock.

Even so, the white-haired mage kept a surprised expression. What he had seen and heard along the way was beyond his imagination, especially in Moon City. A dwarf in the team whispered: "Is that the gopher family?"

"Yes." The dwarf sat bored on the rest chair outside the store. He is the main melee force in the team. After entering Moon City, it means that he is on vacation. The law and order is quite good, and there is no need to be vigilant at all. "There are quite a lot of underground , These rats are quite capable of breeding."???? "Why did they come to the ground?" The white-haired mage added, "I mean settled on the ground."

"Aren't I also on the ground?" The dwarf blew off the earwax on his fingertips, "What's so strange? There are my kindred in Moon City."

"Huh?" The white-haired mage stared wide-eyed, "Didn't the dwarves not serve civilizations less than ten years old?"

"He didn't come to serve, but to avenge." The dwarf lazily said, "You have too little knowledge. There are many other races in Moon City, as well as magical animals, such as... oh, just right, look."

The white-haired mage looked in the direction pointed by the dwarf, and saw a golden plush human figure walking briskly by. For some reason, the long and flowing hair was bald on the left and right, and looked very shabby. , and even walked and lost all the way, with fine golden hairs all along the way.

The white-haired mage watched the "fluffy" disappear around the corner of the street before recovering his voice: "What is this?"

"The elves of Highgarden." The dwarf said with a smile, "Have you seen it before?"

"Elf...is this a human?!"

The voice of the white-haired mage was a little higher, and the female mage immediately called out: "What are you shouting?"

"Why are the elves in the High Court like this?" The white-haired mage had no time to control his expression, "And those who shouted to block me to die just now, what on earth did they do? Didn't they say that Moon City is very peaceful?"

"Whoever stands in my way dies, or whoever blocks me dies?" Pebali interjected.

The white-haired mage said in a daze, "Is there a difference?"

"Yes." Pibali said calmly, "Whoever blocks me will die as a carriage builder, and whoever blocks me will die as an infrastructure builder. Anyway, he will die no matter what, don't mind."

White-haired mage: "..."

Are all the people in Moon City so cruel?

The white-haired mage felt that she had been deceived. The female mage said that the smuggling business was very profitable, the risk was small, and she could see "different scenery in the world". I'm worried... The only good thing is that the food is getting better and better. I'm used to eating ordinary food. Magic bread is really not something people eat!

Born in a magical family since he was a child, the white-haired mage thought he was used to magic bread, but later found that he still had a lot to learn about human physiology.

"What is that!" The white-haired mage stretched his neck and looked to the other side, "Is that...the road?"

It was a very strange road. People made a trapezoid with cement, and laid two narrow thin metal strips on the top of the trapezoid, extending along the road, and then added horizontal thin strips to the middle of the metal strips. It looks like a ladder lying on the ground.

"I don't know." The well-informed female mage was also a little confused, "Maybe it's something new? Anyway, there are always new things in the Middle Kingdom, which is great!"

"Yes." The dwarf lifted the ax on his shoulder and sighed, "The Middle Kingdom has been around for ten years, and it's time for us to get in touch with it. I heard that the metallurgy level in the Middle Kingdom is very high... that's great!"

At this time, Cecil and the dwarf happened to be thinking about the same thing: "We have reached ten years, can we hire dwarves?"

"Where's the rim?" Langdon asked.

"I don't know, maybe hiding somewhere and preparing to attack me?" Cecil said.

Langdon said: "When you meet him again, ask him. In fact, I don't think it's necessary. Will the dwarf's methods be better than the god of smelting?"

"How is it possible!" Cecil said decisively, "It's not at the same level, I mean without magic."

"Then we don't need to hire dwarves, it's very expensive." Langdon said, "There is one thing you need to pay attention to. The Magic Association has split."

"Is the Magic Association still there?" Cecil said casually, "I thought those senior mages had already beaten each other's brains out."

"It's almost done." Langdon laughed. "Now, some members of the Magic Association have followed the original president and ate one of the gods of magic, and the other part have followed the teacher."

Cecil was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that there was something about Brian involved. He had the impression that Brian was not particularly qualified as a mage.

"Is Brian a high status?" Cecil asked.

Langdon sighed, showing a rare look of embarrassment: "It's probably because of me."

Cecil understood that this group of mages obviously did not simply follow Brian, but followed the "ultra-legendary mage".

"Are you considered a super legend now?"

"Obviously my followers think so." Langdon moved his chair and sat next to Cecil, "If you don't want to..."

"I am willing, of course I will always be willing to you!" No matter what 21 [-] first teased, Cecil smiled authentically, "What does Brian want to do?" With such an obvious thing, Brian must have proposed something that embarrassed Langdon Request, otherwise the big cat will never mention this shit.

"They want to come to Moon City..." Langdon said.

"sure."

"...build a mage tower." Langdon added the last part of the sentence.

Cecil's smile immediately froze on his face. He had let out all the big words, and it would be a bit embarrassing to retract them again, but he couldn't tolerate building a mage tower in Moon City.

"Why did you come to Moon City?" Cecil was puzzled, and he didn't think he had released any kind thoughts about magic.

"They claim to be new-form mages." Langdon said with a distorted expression.

Cecil:?

Cecil didn't know why Langdon had that attitude until the group of "new form" mages arrived in Moon City.

It's normal to come here in a carriage, but it's a bit strange for everyone to carry a mace. After all, this is a foreign mage, or an "authentic" mage from the Magic Association. It's even more strange to see these people wearing light helmets up.In order to cast spells accurately and quickly, mages will not wear metal armor, not to mention the rumor that metal can hinder the transmission of magic energy. This is why ancient magical miracles are called "miracles". To a certain extent, that scumbag Genius indeed.

When he found that these mage belts were metal chains, with a bunch of useless balls hanging from them, machetes on their backs, and each of them had cropped hair, all of them were aggressive, Cecil suddenly thought he saw his own the mage.

"I salute you, Your Majesty the Central King!" The leading mage bowed slightly, "Thank you for taking us in and for helping us continue to explore on the road of industrial magic! Please believe that we have completely abandoned the wrong path in the past, and from now on From now on, we will be the most loyal supporters of industrial civilization, your most reliable friends, and we will grow together with the Middle Kingdom, and let the glory of industrial magic spread all over the world!"

Cecil was silent for a few seconds and said, "Tell me again, what kind of mages are you?"

"Industrial Mage!" The speaker said excitedly with a red face, "We have completely reshaped ourselves according to the way of life in Moon City!"

Cecil: "..."

This leader is not lying, these mages really live according to the Yuecheng way: renting a house, looking for a job, eating ordinary food, holding a mace staff, trying to greet each other's face with a mace before casting a spell, and at the same time He always carries a small explosive bag on his body at all times. It is not very powerful and produces a lot of smoke. It is a gadget that mages hang around their waists.At the same time, this group of mages also practiced bows, crossbows, and riding skills every day, and were extremely interested in all new affairs. Some even studied the railroad tracks that had begun to be laid for a long time.They are keen on casting spells in the fight, adding the action of casting spells to the fight, and they are also proficient in how to use armor to defend against attacks after the magic slots are used up. Of course, they only wear magic armor.

After learning about these "industrial mages", Cecil was at a loss: "What do they have to do with industry?"

"It's not that you mentioned industry all the time." Langdon said helplessly, "In short, they think that it is better not to compete with industrial civilization but to integrate with each other. In this world, only the Middle Kingdom is industrial civilization, isn't it? They decided Comprehensively absorb everything in the Middle Kingdom, from the way of life to the way of fighting, after all, no one knows where to start, so let’s learn everything first.”

"They are really proficient in holding chopsticks!" Cecil said angrily, "Industry doesn't mean that! Are they really serious mages?"

"Of course, the one talking to you is at the legendary level. I think the aptitude was there that day. Are you going to explain to them what industry means?" Langdon laughed.

Cecil was choked, how could he have time to take care of these mages, besides, he doesn't know magic, can laymen guide experts?

"These people are gods who have not eaten magic." Langdon said meaningfully, "In general, the cause of this incident is that they discovered our textbooks."

"Textbook? The one you made up?" Cecil asked strangely, "No, it's been so long since the Expo of Everything, and they should have read it long ago after tens of thousands of copies were sold."

"Only this one was accidentally discovered by a young mage visiting his teacher. He tracked it down and found that this book came from the Middle Kingdom and was sold publicly, but after tens of thousands of copies were sold, he was given financial power and status. The archmages bought it and destroyed it all." Langdon's tone became colder, "Those merchants sold it at the price of magic coins, and even so, those archmages still paid a lot of money to buy it."

The facts revealed in this are very subtle. As for Cecil, of course, the focus was immediately shifted: "Fuck, how much money is this? Hurry up and print hundreds of thousands of copies for me!"

Langdon had an "I knew it" expression on his face and raised his eyebrows playfully, making Cecil blush.

In any case, the magic textbook compiled by Langdon finally played its due role: splitting the upper and lower levels of the magic world.

The little mages finally no longer have to be subject to the teachings of the great mage, and bravely took a step forward. Although this step of "self" is still limited to the way of life in Moon City, the role model they play is immeasurable, not to mention these people There are still many people whose status is not low.

"Those people are purely dissatisfied with being eaten by the God of Magic." Langdon said, "Or, they are dissatisfied with the 'ignorance' of this matter, and feel as if they are excluded. Many of them are trapped in the It is also their heart knot that a certain level cannot be improved for many years."

This is understandable, Cecil thought for a while, and said: "Then can we consider disclosing the truth about magic?"

"Let's see the timing." Langdon was excited to mention this, and said with a half smile, "We must find a suitable time, an opportunity that can wake everyone up."

Naturally, Langdon has the final say on matters of magic, and Cecil only needs to focus on the areas he is good at, such as the first practice of the steam engine, or the completion of the first waterwheel.

At the same time, in Losier's palace, Alexander felt a certain supreme "truth", and the "truth" maintained an ethereal and sacred posture in front of him. He was very nervous and lowered himself like never before. He tried to figure out the "truth" carefully, and what annoyed him was that the "truth" actually existed like this, and he didn't say anything specific.

What exactly do you want me to do?What do you want to say!How do I know if you don't tell me!

Suddenly, "truth" jumped to the ceiling and landed on the chandelier, which is a specialty of the Middle Kingdom. The arm of the chandelier held many small plates, filled with tung oil and cotton wicks, and covered with transparent glass. The lighting effect was quite good. No choking black smoke either.

"Truth" passed slowly through all the flames, extinguished one by one, and then disappeared, as if it had appeared without warning.

Alexander sat in a daze for a while, then suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed to the next door, grabbed the sleepy-eyed Wagner by the arm and said loudly: "The truth tells me that the Middle Kingdom must be wiped out! I will become the savior of the magical world! The hero of the last dignity of magic!"

Wagner: ? ? ?

I want to sleep!Sooner or later I quit this shitty job!