A strange world

Chapter 461 Chapter 118. The big ship named Gem City is about to set sail

Michael, one of Annan's first friends.

He ended up in Mr. Fast's tavern because he couldn't compete with the talented mage who was also in the Mage Tower. He finally cheered up with the encouragement of Annan.

Michael accompanied Annan through his initial youth, so after his identity changed, Annan still did not treat him as a subordinate.

"But I didn't think you would do such a thing."

Annan lowered his eyes and stared at Michael who was captured by the elements. He tilted his head and asked Francois: "How much did you earn?"

"Three hundred and three guineas."

Michael, who was bound by the soil, refused to give in: "I knocked them out one by one by hitting my head with my staff!"

"And half of me." Francois hugged his shoulders and looked at the joke.

"Why do you do this?" Annan asked in confusion.

"If you have a floating city, you will definitely not be interested in these three hundred gold coins. I can use them to continue research!"

"Continue to fail?"

"I did not fail, but succeeded in finding a hundred materials that are not suitable for alchemical gunpowder!"

Annan felt that Michael was prone to extremes, such as falling for a genius mage, embarking on a path of no return by hitting people with a staff, or immersing himself in alchemy... But for a lord, this was obviously a good thing.

boom--

A heavy money box was thrown in front of Michael.

"What can three hundred gold naars do? Here is one thousand gold naars. I will open an alchemy research institute. From now on, the monthly funding will be at least one thousand gold naars."

To be more convincing, Annan opened the box and put a magic lamp inside.

The shining gold coins reflected Michael's face, making the scar on his forehead clear. Annan suddenly thought that it would be good for Michael to play the grown-up Annan Porter in the future.

"Give it to me?"

Just as Annan was about to answer, a dragon's power suddenly came with a low roar that made everyone dizzy.

"mine!"

At this moment, workers in various parts of the Gem City under construction raised their heads, and either with horror or with familiarity, they saw a giant dragon landing in front of the city lord's mansion.

Ilimayas's majestic dragon eyes were close to the window, her body was smooth and graceful, and her scales seemed to be shining sapphires under the sunlight.

"Then I'll give it to you." Annan opened the window lovingly, but in his mind he must not take out any belongings within a mile of the crystal lair in the future.

Ilimoyas snatched the money box out of the window like she was digging her hands into a mouse hole and returned to her lair.

Annan withdrew his gaze, asked Michael to ask Ingrid for money, and asked Francois to prepare to recruit farmers.

Henry hasn't brought the necromancers here yet, and Annan has to use farmers to ensure inefficient food cultivation for the time being. As for whether Henry would deceive himself...he couldn't run away.

"Annan, I don't understand. We have used magic images to make a steady stream of wealth beyond imagination. Why are we still wasting population on developing agriculture?"

Francois has seen the crazy finances of Gem City. If a piece of parchment is used to represent the finances of Gem City, then the revenue outside the magic image is like using one of Lily's beards to dip ink on the parchment. Poke it.

From arcane energy cores to orichalcum, to the construction of Gem City, everything is based on the money earned from magical images.

"Ingrit, tell him." Annan crossed his arms.

"Because the Lord of the City is ignorant and unskilled, and is not prepared to become a real ruler." Ingrid said calmly.

"If you say that again, I'll show you!"

"Really?"

Annan blinked, turned to Francois and said, "Because we are just the first to eat the crab, our advantages will become less and less as time goes by."

The Tatooine Empire has begun to see an endless stream of magical images.

“The first person to discover a treasure often doesn’t become its owner.”

"Is there still time for us to do anything?" Francois quickly understood Annan's statement.

In fact Annan is already doing this: theater is.

There has to be a place for magical images to be shown, and the theater will take control. They all get their share.

And it can also serve as an anchor for the development of Gem City: purchase land around the theaters in various city-states, build commercial streets, and pave the way for future magic newspapers.

"But what does this have to do with farming? We currently have only more than 6,000 registered residents. Even if we mobilize half of the residents to open up farmland, the tax revenue will only be...a few hundred gold coins."

It’s still under the five-part food tax, and Magic Image can make that much in one day.

"History has told us countless times that it is a very stupid thing to give your life to others." Annan replied solemnly.

The coastal trade territories in the Obiris Strait are replaced almost every few decades because they have no ability to deal with disasters. As long as the routes are cut off, they will be forced to face increasingly expensive food.

The Principality of Montabourlock is an example. This was the case a hundred years ago: At that time, the Principality of Montaburlok was blocked off the coastline by the developing Tatooine Empire and easily became a vassal.

This is also the case now: It stands to reason that the Mad Dog Archduke who controls the Mages Association and the Principality Guard should become the new owner of the Principality, but this one is indeed confused by other heirs - because he does not have his own farmland.

Although he can plunder other people's food.

"I didn't expect you to be involved in history..." Ingrid said unexpectedly.

Annan snorted: "We should humbly stand on the lower reaches of the long river of time and look up to history."

Francois, no longer confused, prepared to recruit peasants.

Annan was not idle either. He held two banquets in Gem City and Syltovis - in the name of Gem City.

The former Annan also invited the lords near Jewel Bay. Not many people came to the banquet. Apart from the lobbyists of other heirs, only the strait lords who generated trade with "Fast Pants" sent people.

Annan invited them to add Gem Bay to the trade route, and by the way tasted the special food of the Principality of Montable Rock, Stewed Fish Mince. All I can say is... the principality still eats as if the empire is blocking them.

The latter's banquet was much more formal, with many important figures from Srtovis attending the party, as well as his friends, the Senna family, even lazy Suni and her father, the "eternal groom", all came to the banquet.

After the start, Annan gave a special speech: He first told them as a participant that the empire was about to cancel the alien order, and then declared the glorious future of Gem City and allowed all races to settle.

The racial fusion Annan described interested some nobles, but that was all. When there was no Alien Order, the aliens were also the ones being squeezed out. Except for the elves, the orcs and dwarves could do nothing except mercenaries and blacksmiths.

However, the eyes of Xana sitting next to Mrs. Germani and the young ladies at the banquet were shining with stars. Annan's confident manner when talking about things they did not understand perfectly fit their fantasies.

Jack? Just a poor boy with no money.