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Chapter 177 Imperial power is not as good as a dog

Samuel tried his best to persuade Blockier and Langdon not to go to the palace. The mages of the Magic Association never belonged to a certain civilization or country. They belonged to magic, a bit like Jews.They love magic from the bottom of their hearts, love the power and status brought by magic even more, and will spare no effort to maintain magic.

"The magic is weakening, Langdon." Samuel said worriedly, "You should have noticed it, otherwise it wouldn't have come."

Cecil: "..."

Your ability to talk to yourself is quite high!

Fortunately, Langdon didn't take this approach: "I didn't come for magic, I came for Foster III."

"That's just a secular civilization and country." Samuel showed an incomprehensible expression, "You used to be like this, you always like these fleeting things, you and I are destined to live much longer than ordinary people, so we can't go further Do you want to see somewhere?"

The persuasion about magic doesn't matter, but the phrase "life" hurt Cecil's heart a bit.

Yes, mortals are doomed to die, but the lifespan of the ancient survivors is extremely long.It is said that the real Dijal has no concept of death at all. After transforming into a magical body, the ancient survivors also have an extremely long lifespan, even longer than the elves.Langdon is not yet a hundred years old, but he is old enough to be Cecil's elder.

Langdon patted Cecil suddenly, he woke up and looked up, and saw a gentle smiling face: "Don't think about that, I have a way."

Langdon said that "there is a way" is really "there is a way", and Cecil felt relieved all of a sudden. This is not good but it is difficult to control. After he was secretly alerted, he became more independent and capable.

Samuel finally agreed to take Langdon into the palace, and he changed his attitude almost without hesitation after learning "the truth that it is possible to unlock the magic power".

It was too easy for the branch president of the Magic Association to meet a monarch, not to mention that Samuel used treatment as an excuse. However, such a reason was rejected.

After "breaking through" several levels, a servant with a strange upside-down mustache—the tip of the beard pointed toward the temple, which was extremely weird—the attendant was wearing a gorgeous floor mopping costume, standing on a high step and looking down at Sarah. Muir and his party: "His Majesty the Emperor is very uncomfortable, and he has not seen anyone."

"We can make His Majesty better." Samuel's face was so bad that Langdon had to speak for him.

"Did I not make it clear enough?" The mustache looked at Langdon with a contemptuous smile on his face, "His Majesty does not see guests, nor does anyone else."

"You are just an eunuch, what right do you have to say that!" As expected, Samuel exploded and roared, "I am the president of the Arge branch of the Magic Association, get out of my sight immediately, or I... "

Cecil was surprised. There are eunuchs in this world, and this one has such a long and obvious beard. Could it be a mistake?

The eunuch was very calm: "What else? This is the imperial palace, not the Magic Association. I am just a little attendant who carries out His Majesty's orders. Of course I dare not compare with you. If you have any dissatisfaction with the emperor, please vent to me. , I will not resist."

"You!" Samuel blushed with anger. Luo Libasuo along the way had already shown how clumsy he was, and at this time he was forced into a dilemma and at a loss for what to do.

Cecil felt that the most direct way to deal with this situation was to kick the eunuch down. He could force his way in. If he obeyed the rules, he would have lost, but this was in someone else's territory after all, so he couldn't just do it rashly. Besides, he has also suffered from recklessness, so he must have a long memory.

He looked at Langdon, and got a slight nod from the big cat. It was like getting a Shang Fang sword. He took a step forward, smiled and said to the eunuch, "This father-in-law."

It turned out that the eunuch with drooping eyelids and a low-browed look raised his head slightly, and looked through the cracks in his eyelids: "What father-in-law?"

Uh, is there no corresponding translation?

"Actually, I have a very important secret to tell you." I don't know if it is the influence of No. [-], the interpretation magic is not so flexible, Cecil can only force a smile and say, "Please come here."

The eunuch hesitated.

"It's a message from a minister who asked me to bring it in." Cecil lied casually.

Sure enough, the eunuch was stunned for a moment, and finally leaned over.

Cecil took advantage of the situation and punched the opponent on the bridge of the nose, the eunuch let out a cry of pain, he punched again on the temple, and now the eunuch fell to the ground and did not move.He has received "professional" training in this set of movements, and it is very smooth and precise. He did it so beautifully in the first practice today, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud. When he turned around, he met the helpless Langdon.

"I'm asking you to reveal your identity. According to the rules, if another civilization-level king visits, the king must come to see the guest." Langdon sighed, "Why do you do it directly?"

Cecil: "..."

It was Samuel who laughed out loud, "Awesome! This king is too powerful! Hiccup the eunuch with his hand, hahaha!" The laughing tail disappeared under Langdon's stare.

"Even if I reveal my identity, the eunuch can stop me." Cecil muttered, "What's the use of just revealing my identity?"

"You don't take the status of king too seriously." Langdon said as he stepped over the eunuchs and walked into the depths of the palace without the slightest caution in his words, "You are a king, a monarch, and a civilized leader. You have to take yourself more seriously."

Samuel added: "Wang Qi doesn't even use honorifics, he values ​​a big-headed ghost."

Langdon: "..."

Cecil grinned, but didn't dare to laugh out loud. He really didn't take the emperor seriously. After all, the feudal monarchy had too many flaws and few emperors were happy. The reason is to "resign" and go to sleep with Langdon, but he doesn't know what the world will develop at that time. However, he is confident that with the acceleration of industrialization, the feudal system will eventually no longer be suitable. the river that was crossed.

To put it bluntly, there is a fundamental cognitive difference between the two sides. As a Chinese citizen, Cecil really can't raise awe of the emperor, but instead has a subtle contempt, just like on earth, if any Chinese Opening his mouth and saying "the ancestors have royal blood", it is estimated that he will receive countless "hehe". After all, Liu Daer's leftover tricks thousands of years ago are really not worth mentioning.

Saying "I am the emperor" and bowing to the other side, Cecil has no real sense at all, TV dramas are about the same, besides, in this world without identity verification and cheap video media, who knows who is who .

What, magic?

To be honest, from Cecil's point of view, magic can also play tricks, such as the guy number six...

Samuel had been to the palace before, and led Langdon and Cecil around, and soon arrived at a room.Of course, the palace of Tambunita is extremely luxurious. The walls are full of colorful geometric decorations, the corner lines are embellished with complicated patterns, and the ceiling is a whole mural. The content and stories are coherent.

The room where the three of them stayed had fruit green walls and pink carpets. Because the color was relatively light, it was actually very girlish and fresh. Samuel opened the door unceremoniously, and at the first sight he could see the white four-poster card in the middle. On the bed, the goose-yellow gauze curtain hangs down to cover the person on the bed.

Who the hell came up with the color scheme for this room?Such a sentence popped up in Cecil's mind.

There was no one else in the room, and the three of them involuntarily lowered their footsteps and approached the bed. The person on the bed made a heavy panting sound, as if he couldn't breathe, which also meant that the person was at least alive.

Samuel lost his courage at this moment, and looked at Langdon with a questioning gaze. Before Langdon could make a statement, Cecil had already reached out and lifted the veil, revealing a blue face.

Cecil was startled when he first saw it, thinking it was a corrupted corpse. Soon, he found that the "corpse" was still breathing, the bruised lips were swollen like sausages, and the eyes were actually open, looking out slightly. Protrude!

Nima, alive!

This look of the living is more terrifying than the dead!

"My archmage!" Samuel exclaimed, "Your Majesty, why are you so ill!"

Foster III's eyeballs shook violently, staring at the three people beside the bed, trembling all over but unable to move.

"Do you want us to save you?" Cecil said decisively, "Blink if you want."

Foster blinked his eyes hard, as if with all his strength.

When Cecil looked at Langdon, the low voice of the incantation had already sounded. Langdon's incantation was always recited rhythmically. Soon, the incantation ended, and a cloud of blue smoke rose from his hand and fell lightly on Foss. special body.

The bruising faded like paint melted in water, Foster's breathing became much more normal, he coughed hard several times, his hoarseness seemed to cough out his lungs, and after a long minute, he came out of the bellows He squeezed out a sentence out of his panting: "Those bastard ministers!"

"A eunuch stopped everyone who wanted to see you." Cecil said straight to the point, "We beat him."

"Good fight! Kill him!" Foster seemed to want to growl, but the words he could squeeze out had only a bleak aftertaste, "These traitors! They all want me dead!"

"When you die, who will inherit?" Cecil asked casually.

Foster was stunned for a moment, and the haze sank into his expression: "My good son can't wait any longer. As the only child, I have given him too much indulgence."

"Oh, you only gave birth to one?" Cecil chatted casually while looking around, he was very relaxed at the moment, the biggest purpose of entering the palace has been achieved, as long as Foster is not insane. Everything will go well, "It's rare."

Unexpectedly, Foster said, "I have nineteen daughters."

Cecil: "...you are really born."

"Fate always likes to joke with me." Foster sat up slowly, although his lips were still a little bruised, but at least he looked like a living person, "Even the only son can't satisfy his greed."

"Then pass the throne to your daughter." Cecil said irresponsibly, "You can give your seat to whoever you want, besides, there are nineteen daughters, so they still have such good news. It’s not too late to come to praise you, it’s a good deal to get nineteen boosts for just a few words.”

"One wishing me dead is not enough, nineteen more?!" Foster said angrily.

"It's because there are nineteen." Cecil said in confusion, "Isn't one of the ways to create allies is to create common enemies?"

Foster was stunned, expressionless for a moment, and said, "Who are you?"

"Uh..." Cecil suddenly realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet, giving advice to the monarchs of other countries, and even ran into the other's bedroom privately.

This is fucking embarrassing!

The four people looked at each other, and before the atmosphere gradually became more subtle, Cecil bit the bullet and said, "I am the king of the center."

The title Nima is too funny no matter when it is said!Why did I choose such a name!

Cecil really wanted to laugh, but the result of forcibly suppressing it was that the muscles on his face twitched like a stroke for a while, and finally got the expression, he found that Foster had already got out of bed.

"Thank you for your visit." Foster revealed everything in one sentence, as if he didn't notice those strange places, "I have to say, you came very timely."

"And I still have a way to completely cure your illness." Cecil hurriedly said, "I know your cause!"

"There is a hole in my heart." Foster said calmly, "Magic can't make up for the missing body, I knew it a long time ago."

Cecil was a little surprised, and quickly adjusted his attitude: "If it's just a heart problem, I can cure it."

This time, Foster's calm expression was finally broken, he quickly raised his head and widened his eyes, opened his mouth and slowly closed it, and said, "You're not here just to save my life, right? "

"Of course it's also for the friendship between our two countries." Cecil said boldly, "As the major civilizations in the east, we should strengthen our ties. Compared with the distant Gretel and Loschere in the west, we should are friendly countries with close ties."

Foster III did not show the slightest surprise or discomfort. It has to be said that as a leader, he is much more qualified than Cecil, at least he did a good job of hiding his emotions and anger.

"Friendly country?" Foster III repeated this sentence, "What kind of friendship?"

"Establish embassies in each other's countries, direct telegrams... direct king-to-king contact, each other's most-favored-nation tariff treatment, and establish a strategic partnership status."

Cecil tirelessly explained what the most-favored-nation treatment meant for a long time. After talking so much, everything else was nonsense. Only the most-favored-nation tariff treatment was what he wanted most.

The Middle Kingdom has an almost overwhelming trade surplus with Tambuneta. Residents of the Middle Kingdom have nothing to buy from Tambuneta. To be precise, they can’t afford it, and Tambuneta needs many things from the Middle Kingdom. Although they are all low-end products, they are daily consumables.

At the beginning, Cecil auctioned off a lot of manufacturing methods for ordinary products, such as soap and paper, which are now divided into two fields, Yuecheng brand and non-Yuecheng brand. Coupled with the cost of long-distance transportation, it can be said that they are not connected to each other.

It is different now. Cecil’s wine, cotton, silk, white porcelain, acid-resistant steel, mirrors, and make-up are all new products. It can be said that the conditions for a new round of dumping have been met. If there is zero tariff, he is confident that he can directly Let all the related magic industries in Tanbunita close down.

What Cecil is most worried about is being caught by Foster III's tricks. He is not sure whether Foster will realize the harm of dumping, but he is very clear that Foster definitely knows the relationship between taxation and business profits .

Sure enough, Foster thought about it for a while and said, "I don't think the tariff is necessary, but I think the free movement of people you mentioned is good."

Nonsense, of course you think it's good, once you open it, everyone will run away... huh?

Cecil suddenly realized that he had not too many people at the moment, but not enough people, and there was nothing to say about this.

"Buy my things." Cecil simply tried to show up, "Bulk shopping."

Foster III was fully dressed, and finally recovered the demeanor that a king should have: "What are you all?"

"A lot of things are very convenient... convenient." Cecil felt that it was a pity for him to take such a risk not to set the price in magic coins. "How about the settlement in magic coins?"

If possible, Cecil really wants to settle in his own currency. The problem now is that not only does he not have such influence, he doesn't even have his own currency, and he doesn't want any technology to ensure that his currency will not be copied by magic for the time being. , even so, it's magic coins.

"No problem at all, I agree." Foster III straightened his neckline, "If there is nothing else important, you might as well make a formal note, we can have a good talk."

Cecil curled his lips: "Actually, I have sent a formal note and said that there is a cure for the disease, but I got a reply that His Majesty the King has not seen anyone."

Foster III's face turned from cloudy to thunderstorm in an instant, he sneered, saluted and left.

After the people left, Cecil said, "Is that why he left us here?"

"Maybe I went to find my cronies?" Langdon said, "He should have something to do, it's none of our business."

"This is just a room, it doesn't mean anything." Samuel snorted and said.

"Why are you postponing now, why didn't you dare to speak just now?" Cecil joked.

Samuel blushed and said nothing.

This is the group of people with the most "rebellious spirit" in the imperial era. Even so, they will subconsciously show respect when facing the emperor.

Cecil left Algis five days later. Foster III quickly regained power and bloodbathed the palace. Not many ministers who were hated by him were killed. They were just transferred, but many people were recalled to the palace. , such as nineteen married princesses, for a while, the rumors that the queen is about to take the throne are very loud.

Cecil received the official note on the third day of breaking into the palace. During this period, he and Langdon were terribly annoyed at the Magic Association. Samuel was not so easy to fool, and Langdon was impatient with the details. , the set of arguments that had been drawn up a long time ago was almost leaked by questioning, and in the end, Langdon simply slipped away.

Negotiations with Foster III were not difficult, but they were naturally questioned when it came to the process of heart disease treatment.

"Open the chest?" Foster III said with a confused face, "You mean, cut the chest open and use thread to patch up the hole in the heart?"

"If the flesh wound is too big, it must be stitched to heal." Cecil gave an example.

"If the flesh wound is too big, magic will do it." Foster III said.

Cecil: "..."

The two kings stared wide-eyed for a moment. This time, it was Foster III who first noticed the problem, cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, I'm still ill, and I have a problem with my memory." He paused , "However, wouldn't a person die if his chest was opened?"

"Well, it is true that you will die if you have a knife. However, you have also experienced that as long as the main organs are not stabbed, people will not die for a while, right? And there is a possibility that they will not die at all." Cecil said, "I have seen it with my own eyes. This kind of operation can also guide the relevant doctors, but it requires a lot of practice accumulation, I wonder if you can provide such an opportunity..."

"No problem." Foster agreed, "I can provide unlimited people."

Cecil didn't want to ponder the meaning behind that statement.

Cecil, who left Tambunita, brought a large number of orders. However, these orders cannot be fulfilled until Foster III's treatment takes effect. Before that, Lunar City's new products will inevitably impose huge tariffs.

Samuel was very sad about Langdon's departure, and even tried to secretly deceive him to the accreditation office, but was caught...

Until finally leaving, Cecil still didn't feel the truth, it seemed too childish.

Langdon said sharply: "When the imperial power declines, it will be like a child's play."

Thinking about it this way, it seemed so relaxed when I went in. The second formal note, just waiting for half a day, nearly a hundred people followed Cecil and Langdon, and he raised his eyebrows. More than a dozen people came over to ask what they needed, and when he went to the bathroom, there were special people who guided him to an empty room, stood outside the door, and went in to eliminate his "leftovers" immediately after he "solved".

Cecil, who found out about this, only felt so embarrassed that he exploded.

The return trip was finally a veritable tour of the mountains and rivers. Cecil wondered if he would have a chance to come out to "release the wind" after returning. He really held the mentality of "seeing a little less" until he saw the large group of people.

It was a real crowd, and all Cecil could see was heads, colorful hair mixed with tattered clothes, forming a gray color.You could tell by their clothes, too, that they were poor people, or at least poor now, and the most normal of them all was dirty from head to toe, and their clothes looked like rags.

"What's going on?" Cecil said blankly, "This is Yuetuo Expressway..."

"You should ask where it came from?" Langdon said with a smile, "Isn't this what you hoped for?"

"I hope it's hope, I just wonder where such a large number of people like wild people come from." Cecil said strangely, "The people in Tambunita are not so poor, right?"

"Just ask and you'll know?" Langdon said.

Cecil was thinking about who to choose, when suddenly a familiar voice sounded: "His Majesty the Central King?"