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Chapter 227 Roll the wheel of history for me!

The city fell into dead silence, without a sound.

Emerson knew that many people were planning to fight back, but he didn't care, he was waiting for another of his kind.

"Chester." Emerson said softly, "hasn't shown up yet?"

An old and tired man appeared above the city. Compared with Emerson's translucent phantom figure, Chester's figure is more solid and more like a real person.

The two gods face to face, comparing each other with the impressions in their memories.

"Faith is sweet, isn't it?" Chester asked, his voice dry and hoarse. "It's like iced wine in hot summer, and grilled fish on a bonfire in cold winter. No god can refuse."

"It was you who gave up, Chester." Emerson raised his umbrella and posed in a standard fencing posture, "You are lying on top of magic, and you don't care about the future at all."

"Who doesn't care? I know very well, that's called steaming..."

Emerson launched the attack before Chester finished roaring. His movements were elegant and neat, and the tip of the umbrella pierced Chester's chest. The blow was of course missed, and Chester turned half of his body sideways to pass. Attack, the falling footsteps stirred up a cloud of smoke.

"Your happy time won't be too long, Emerson." Chester turned around, and there was a crack in the mage's robe on his chest, as if a real cloth met a real sword, and he was becoming more and more The more real, "Soon you will be abandoned by the creatures and become something in the garbage dump, just like me."

Emerson didn't say anything, and it took a while before he said, "You don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Chester asked.

"I've been through all of this." Emerson said calmly, "That's why I said you don't understand. But it doesn't matter, time flies, let's make a break." He raised the sword again, pointing the tip of the sword at the cut ster's face.

Chester lifted his mage robe, turned a blind eye to the sword tip in front of him, and said slowly: "I came alone."

Emerson: "?"

"I thought about whether to find the God of the Road. Maybe we have a chance to win together." Chester took a step back and trampled on several small buildings. There were screams and people were desperately falling from the collapse. The building ran out, "I tried."

Emerson observed for a moment, put away his tiring posture, and whispered, "I didn't do anything."

"I know." Chester looked down at the city, where ants-like people were running in the streets, his voice was tired and desperate, "I know."

The god of the road did not come.

When Chester left, the vicissitudes of his back were so vicissitudes. Emerson felt sorry for him and didn't stop him. He thought about the miniaturization of the steam engine that Yuecheng was developing and those enthusiastic Chinese civilization gods. Here He can appear, and He also has a partner. When that bold God of the Great Wall is about to come, maybe we can go fishing together?

The main content of Joe's first class in the magic school is to talk about "how powerful, noble, and powerful mages are", and mages rule all things in the world.As time went by, he gradually got to know the world: the law of wills, the god of civilization, fire, etc., but none of them can compare to magic.

Magic rules the world, is the only supreme truth, and that has never wavered in Joe's worldview—and today there are unsightly cracks in that steadfast view.

Emerson, the god of carriages, is still an ordinary carriage, not a magic carriage. This metal tool designed by human beings without a trace of magic energy "made" the powerful god in front of him.

It's just such a thing... such a thing!

Joe felt cold when he got up, and so did the man with braids. Many people unconsciously covered their crotch. The most primitive shame of human beings made them speechless, and they couldn't even raise their heads. He can live a life of hanging and hanging naturally like Dali.

"Hahaha, look, the majestic mage is running naked in broad daylight. Is this the loss of magic or the lack of humanity!" The staff of the Middle Kingdom laughed and said, "Is this a special hobby of mages?"

"Don't say that!" Fatty Boss grinned in pain and raised his belly, "Maybe it's just these people's special hobbies. Your Majesty said, don't use map guns!"

"What is a map cannon?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, it seems to be a weapon of mass destruction. Anyway, what His Majesty said must be very powerful." The fat boss replied in a low voice, and then said loudly, "Okay, since the Magic Carriage Company no longer exists, then we There's nothing else to do, just like the mage master said, we just had a fight, right?"

A group of employees nodded wildly and echoed.

"Yes, yes, it was just a fight! Are you still fighting? Don't fight? Okay, let's go."

"Let's go. By the way, where is this place?"

"Magic carriage firm."

"I didn't get it, can you say it again?"

"Ah, I forgot. This used to be a place called the Magic Carriage Company. Now... it seems like there is nothing there? This is a barbaric place. Even the mage master doesn't wear clothes. Hurry up and let's go , go back to the civilized world first!"

"well said!"

It has to be said that the residents of the Middle Kingdom may not necessarily learn other things. They are especially good at being cheap and thick-skinned. A group of people applauded at the end. If it wasn't for a group of naked men covering their crotch next to them, I would have thought that these people were having some serious meeting.

Joe was so angry that he couldn't breathe. As a mage, when did he experience such useless anger, let alone in Luoxie, in the magical country!

"Alexander, it seems that you are indeed a person who keeps your promise." Emerson retracted his thoughts and brushed off the non-existent dust on his arms, tightened his gloves, held the umbrella on the ground, and lifted his top hat slightly, " Salute to you, His Majesty the King who keeps his word." With a chuckle, the huge figure of the God of Civilization disappeared in the air like foam.

The team from the Middle Kingdom glanced at the sombre mage, knowing it very well, climbed into the carriage and galloped away quietly within the time Emerson pretended to be aggressive. When the guards sent by Alexander arrived at the battle site, there was nothing left up.

Whether it's Joe or the man with braids, a group of people feel that they are shameless, and they have to wear back their dignity first, and then how to face the questioning of their superiors and His Majesty the King is another matter.

An hour later, Alexander's desk had the whole story of the incident, including most of the conversations after the convoy entered the city, down to the gossip and bullshit among the team members.He sat in front of the table, picked up the booklet and stared at it for a while, then suddenly threw it away with a wave of his hand.

Wagner was the only one who dared to stay beside Alexander at this time: "Your Majesty..."

Alexander interrupted Wang Qi and roared, "Even that booklet is made of paper! Paper from the Middle Kingdom!"

Wagner glanced at the booklet that was thrown far away, and said: "We use it and it's ours, and it has nothing to do with the Middle Kingdom."

Alexander's anger subsided a little, and he stared at the booklet bitterly and said, "I asked our civilization god, that paper god is the main god, and a god who was born less than ten years ago is actually the main god? Impossible, I don't believe it! Even if There are countless people using paper, and no one will respect paper, how can something that is used to wipe buttocks be respected!"

"Dear Your Majesty, the power of the god of civilization does not come from respect." Wagner has long received instructions from the Gay Knights, and he should focus on appeasing Alexander, and there is no need to try to weaken the influence of the Middle Kingdom, because Cecil Both Langdon and Langdon believed that the fact that the Middle Kingdom was going to do next was hard to hide, and anyone who wasn't a fool could understand it, and Alexander was definitely not a fool, "The power of the god of civilization comes from possessiveness, desire to use, and desire. The more you want to use this The more inseparable things are, the stronger the power of the god of civilization will be."

Just like Chopstick God, if it is just pure chopsticks, no matter how many people use it, they will not be able to get enough extradition conditions, because people don't want to use chopsticks, and find it troublesome and inconvenient. After hot pot became popular, Chopstick God finally got it. Opportunity, people want chopsticks when they think of hot pot. After a long time, chopsticks are connected with appetite before they gain faith. This is why the God of Chopsticks looks like a big belly. He is very similar to the God of Cookery.

"Give up the use of paper?" Alexander frowned and thought for a while, "No."

Although Alexander was born in the royal family, he still has a certain understanding of the lives of ordinary people. Apart from other things, he knows that magic cloth is not affordable for ordinary people, and even some small nobles can't afford it. It's been a long time since there was such a thing in the world, soap, paper, bathhouses, cotton towels, lanolin, perfume, etc., people now rely on these cheap products to keep clean, and these things come from the goddamn Middle Kingdom.

"Is there a way for us to snatch the Paper God to Losher?" Alexander asked.

"It's hard," Wagner said.

"That means it is possible to succeed, isn't it?" Alexander has never been a person who retreats in spite of difficulties, "how to do it?"

Wagner suppressed the joy in his heart, and said: "Research on paper and develop paper. When our contribution to paper is higher than that of the Middle Kingdom, the paper god may fall to us."

This is in the interests of the Middle Kingdom. The more civilizations invest in industry, the weaker the power of magic will be, because this is a road of no return. No one can bear to return to the past life. Industrial civilization is something humans have spent thousands of years exploring on the earth Come out on a road that has stood the test of time.

Alexander thought for a long time with a tangled face, but shook his head: "No, this is tantamount to giving up our position as a magical power. We are based on magic, so it won't work."

Wagner secretly sighed, Alexander's mind is quite clear, and he has a very clear understanding of self-development, advantages and disadvantages. In contrast, a certain time-traveling monarch in the Far East has a serious lack of understanding of reality.

"What are you talking about?" Amber said with an expression of disbelief, "Gallagher II said I was an invader?"

"Yes." The ministers replied blankly. These days, there are fewer and fewer nobles in the palace, and some people even fled the whole family directly. "Gallag II repaired Might and Magic, and sent messengers to all the magic powers, claiming that he is the orthodox heir of Tanbunita, pure-blood Clayton, who was kidnapped by the evil King Greeter." He, destroyed Tambuny..."

Before he finished speaking, Amber had already swept all the fruit wine glasses on the surrounding tables to the ground, and was furious: "How dare he say that?! Who gave him the courage?! Without me, he was still rolling around in the night market in Yuecheng !"

There was no sound in the palace, and the ministers clasped their hands in front of them, looked down at the ground without saying a word.

"Send the army to Tambunita, and take out this ungrateful villain and hang him at the gate of Algiers!" Amber roared, "I want the whole world to see the consequences of betraying me!"

This sentence is probably for us to hear, right?

The ministers thought the same thing in their hearts, but on the surface they were calm and composed. They knew the land under their feet better than the foreign "Amber". That's all.

"Your Majesty, where will the budget for the war come from?" a minister said respectfully.

"You come out!" Amber said bluntly, "You families have lived for so many years, and I have allowed you to enjoy so much glory and wealth. Now it is time for you to repay! Take out your property, and I will let Tan This time, Bunitan has seen what real destruction is! Take down all the walls of all the cities in Bunitan, not a single brick is allowed!"

The ministers were silent for a moment.

"Your Majesty, you have confiscated our property before." Another minister said, his tone was extremely flat and seemed to have no resentment at all, "We can no longer pay the soldiers' salaries."

"Don't you still have real estate?" Amber said viciously. The previous wave of "scratching houses" allowed him to see the wealth of these families, but he was merciful and did not copy them all. "Just sell it!"

The minister continued to ask: "Who are you selling it to? Will you accept it, Your Majesty?"

Amber was at a loss for words for a while. The real estate of these nobles is naturally quite luxurious and luxurious, and the selling price will be very high. Then, the ministers who "betrayed" him will not come to buy, and they can't afford each other, so they will sell it. No one will really buy it.

The upper echelon of Gerrett has basically been "cleaned" by Amber—or in other words, what he thinks is "cleaned" is clean, dead and scattered, and the family that is still in the capital is also dead There are many old people, he thinks that these old people are more towards the old monsters, and the young people are left behind. There are also several families fighting for the position of patriarch, so he is naturally happy to see the results.

"It's a normal court for the ministers to hate each other." This is Amber's ideal. Now, he just feels very comfortable looking at these ministers who don't even glance at each other.

"Then raise funds and sell war bonds. As long as we win Tambuneta, we can get high interest." Amber searched and found an idea, "There is no reason why we can't beat Tambuneta, right? This is a profitable business!"

"Your Majesty's wisdom is admirable." The ministers bowed and retreated.

When all the people left, Amber let out a heavy breath. He always suspected what these ministers were doing in private, but he couldn't find anything with a few servants. He wanted to develop an intelligence network, The problem with recruiting some of your own people is that everyone looks like a spy, even the women you recruit have something inexplicable in their eyes.

Forget it, let's have fun, life is too short...

It's really impossible for Gretel to beat Tambuneta. If you really care about it, there is no Tambuneta. This magical country is now torn apart, and local forces have developed in various cities. Gallagher II was officially crowned. None, no one will admit it, the princesses either disappeared or died unexpectedly, all the cities are closed and no one is allowed to enter or leave.Life in the city is also very tense, all survival resources are distributed uniformly, and a barrel of straw paper or a bag of beef jerky can be traded with magic coins on the black market, not to mention food, medical supplies and other important supplies.

Such a Tambunita was defeated without even having to actually fight it. The strange thing is that Amber's war bond has been cold. The reasons are not complicated, there are only two.

"Your Majesty once said that Algis belonged to us. Uncle believed it. He went to Algis and was captured by Luoxie just like that! Your Majesty actually asked us to find a way to bring him back? Anyway, I don't believe it anymore, who? Know what will happen? The good is the king's, the bad is ours! Hmph!"

"What else is there to fight in Tambunita? I've been there, and there's nothing left! The Tambunita took some of it, and the Loschers took the last. What's the point of fighting now? This kind of business looks like it will lose money, anyway, I don’t buy this bond.”

Amber was really shocked when she learned that none of the bonds had been sold, and she was stunned for a long time before she could speak: "Not one...not one?"

"Yes." The minister lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly.

"How is it possible... how is it possible!" Amber always thought that the people he was not dealing with were the upper-class nobles, and she had always sent people to understand the life of the common people. So far, Gretel is still stable, and nothing happened because of Luoxie. Talent waves, "Why not buy it?"

"I don't know." The minister said simply.

"Then what do you know?" Amber slammed the wine glass over casually, "Are you going to let Gretel die like this? I'm finished, none of you can escape, and you will all be buried with me!"

The wine glass hit the minister's forehead and rolled to the ground. The quiet sound of landing caused a small echo in the room, and no one spoke.This kind of threat is not the first time and it will not be the last time. The ministers can hear the cocoon in their ears.

As usual, the meeting ended in silence and anger. Amber smashed everything after returning to the room. He could feel the noose around his neck getting tighter and tighter. The silent and calm attitude of the ministers was obviously reassuring. He I didn't even dare to think deeply about what the ministers came up with.

Maybe I should talk to that fellow?For the sake of being both timetravelers and Chinese, will you help me a little bit?

Amber quickly threw this thought out of his mind, and soon remembered it again, lingering like a curse. After struggling for several days, he finally sent a griffin letter to find out.

The Middle Kingdom is in the early spring of spring, the grasslands are already a little green, and the griffins are more comfortable when they come over. Now the traffic is mostly monopolized by horse-drawn carriages. If you are looking for speed, you can use Might and Magic, and the griffins are mostly used to send short distances. Fast delivery of small shipments and letters.

Cecil was spitting at the "returning warriors" when he received Amber's letter, as if he couldn't finish it.

"What do you think I am? What do you think you are? Have you ever thought that life is precious? What is it that you are responsible for your own life? What if Alexander went crazy? What if there were important people on those three streets What if you are all dead? Then shall I avenge you? Huh?" Cecil was so angry that he exploded, especially after learning about Alexander's "sinister intentions", he should have planned it in detail Fan, it's not so passive, "And you!"

Emerson's body trembled slightly, then he stood up straight again, put on a fearless expression, and calmly greeted the drool with his umbrella.

Always be polite to the God of Civilization, Cecil lowered his voice a little, but his words were still very harsh: "You said that you are such a freshman... you are so amazing and you hang out with these gangsters. Just go? You don’t want to think about what Santiaojie can do? If it gets bigger and causes trouble, and if it gets worse, we lose face, take a look, should this matter be handled like this?”

Emerson cleared his throat, covered his stomach with his hands crossed, and said calmly: "Sorry, Ican'tspeak Chinese."

Cecil: "..."

Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by you gods!

"Your Majesty, don't blame grandpa. Grandpa is really handsome. There is nothing left in those three streets!" The fat boss has recovered a lot after treatment, and the only thing left is the scars that heal slowly. He is so excited, "Their People are called primitive, grandpa is right, don’t be civilized, right? Then be a savage!”

Cecil covered his eyes for a while, and asked: "That place will be useless in the future? No civilization effect?"

"How is that possible?" Emerson suddenly became able to speak Chinese again, and said calmly, "It's only for a while, I don't have the capital to contend with the law yet."

Cecil gave the God of Chariot a sideways glance, and said in a strange way: "You know it too?"

"But that Caesar is over." Emerson's tone revealed a hint of happiness, "I am afraid that the magic carriage firm will become history from now on."

"There will still be an industry that produces magic carriages, but the magic carriage business has become a thing of the past." Emerson smiled slightly and said, "My task has been completed, and I am leaving here."

Emerson disappeared in an instant, and Cecil stared at the group of business employees again. There were no dead people, but a lot of injuries. The most serious one was missing an arm, which cannot be repaired by magic, and was directly disabled.Fortunately, the profit of the carriage firm is good, and the work injury allowance is quite good, not to mention there are other jobs that don't require two arms.

"Speaking of which, how many people have you sold the new carriage to during this trip?" Cecil suddenly remembered the business.

A group of people looked at each other quietly.

"Oh!" the fat boss slapped his thigh, "The situation was too dangerous at that time, it was too late! You don't know, Your Majesty, those mages looked at us as if they were going to eat us! We have no choice but to withdraw first!"

Cecil sighed: "Okay, as long as no one is dead, what are your plans next?"

"Touring exhibition!" The fat boss patted his chest, "We are going to be in the top ten... no, nine, um, not right, Luoxie will not go, eight magic kingdoms thirty... It seems that there is no thirty now, no How much do you know, anyway, it’s going to be a touring exhibition in the city-states of the Eight Great Nations! Let everyone in the world know, buy a carriage and come to Moon City!”

After seeing off the ambitious fat boss, Cecil, who was physically and mentally exhausted, opened Amber's letter: [Fellow, do you want to rule the world together? 】

Cecil: "..."