I Made Scientific Magic
Chapter 459 Why are you rebelling, Your Majesty? !
[Hadra Tower] In the royal capital, in a luxurious fortress, Mortan suddenly woke up from the bed, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
He dreamed that those wizards used magic to make a lot of bread, and then the wheat in his hands became worthless...
But how is that possible?
Making bread by magic is simply impossible!
Mortan wiped the sweat from his head with trembling hands, and tried to sit up from the bed, but soon realized something was wrong,
"Bacchus... Bacchus!" Mortain kept shouting the name of the butler of the manor, but he didn't get any response. After a while, a knight rushed over.
"Master Mortain, are you awake?"
"Where's Bacchus? Where did he go?!" Mortain asked anxiously, grabbing the knight's arm.
"He left half an hour ago... and... he even took your favorite glazed jug..."
The knight stuttered for a long time before he dared to tell the truth. What he didn't say was that many valuable items in the fortress were taken away by the escaped attendants, and they had no time or ability to stop them.
"Bacchus, I've raised him for forty years, how dare he?" Mortan, who was so angry, was stunned and almost fainted again, but what made him feel even colder was the meaning behind it.
"Where is today's Magic Daily? Go and get me the newspaper!" Mortan said eagerly. "Also, send someone to Fire Oil City immediately, and do everything possible to check for me. I want to know if those wizards still have any food!"
Amid Mortan's scolding, the knight didn't move, and spoke cautiously. "Master Mortan, I'm afraid there is no need to confirm it now."
Just an hour ago, the train from the city of fire oil had arrived at the capital. In the current station, the unloaded food had already piled up like a mountain, and some workshops had officially implemented the four-meal-a-day system.
All the evidence shows that the parliament is not without food, and it has as much as it wants!
Now the big nobles and wealthy merchants in the entire capital are going crazy, and many people want to sell the grain in their hands, but because the council provides three meals and lodging, no one is willing to do it on a large scale. buy food.
The price of wheat fell from as high as five hundred copper coins in an instant to one copper coin and five kilograms, and no one would even look at it.
Rumors are everywhere in the market. There are rumors that wizards can make air into bread and lake water into spirits. The food in their hands is worthless at all, because from now on, the council will contract the food for everyone in the kingdom. accommodation problem...
And the trade route leading to the empire has been blocked in both directions, and they don't have enough transportation capacity, let alone transport so much grain out of the kingdom without the knowledge of the parliament.
Every word of the knight was like a long sword, piercing straight through Mortan's chest.
He knew that he was finished, everything was over...
"Gustav, you lied to me!" Mortan roared angrily, but the commander of the God's Punishment Army he was talking about obviously couldn't help him anymore.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the fortress, followed by fierce disputes.
Mortan's face changed suddenly, and he almost fell off the bed.
The knight didn't wait for Mortan to ask, but he spoke proactively. "It should be the merchants who came to collect debts!"
The anger in Mortan's heart surged to his heart. When did a few lowly businessmen have the courage to break into the manor of a marquis of a kingdom?
He can't deal with wizards, can't he also deal with a few rich businessmen?
Mortan, who was burning with anger, pulled out the sword from the knight's waist, and killed him angrily without wearing his shoes.
In the front hall of the fortress, a dozen loyal guards were confronting a group of uninvited guests who rushed in.
The leader of the group looked amiable, about forty years old, with slightly squinted eyes, and looked very rich.
"Stanford?! Who gave you the courage to break into my manor!" Mortan said in a cold voice as he stepped barefoot into the front hall of the fortress with his sword in hand.
"Your manor?" A slightly surprised expression appeared on Stanford's face, and then Shi Shiran took out a land deed from his pocket, and said kindly. "You probably have some forgetfulness, Marquis Mortain, this manor is already mine!"
"Of course, you can also choose to take it back with 30,000 gold coins!" Stanford said indifferently.
Seeing that the other party directly took out the title deed, Mortan choked for a moment, and had no choice but to hold back his anger and refute it. "I remember that the above deadline should be one month!"
"This is 30,000 imperial gold coins, Mr. Marquis. I'm afraid you won't be able to get the money within a month, so some accidents will happen, so I have to come to collect the bill in advance!" Stanford said very apologetically, and then pointed to The petty print on the contract. "This is clearly stated in the contract!"
Mortan was immediately laughed out of anger. He had never been insulted like this before. He was the Marquis of a majestic kingdom. How could someone think that he couldn't even pay a mere 30,000 imperial gold coins!
Even though he has no savings now, his territory still has a lot of land, mines, slaves and even citizens...
But before he had time to speak, Stanford seemed to have guessed it in advance, and one after another vouchers appeared in his hand, and finally even piled up into a booklet.
That is the pledge certificate of various assets in the marquis's territory!
Mortan's expression changed in an instant. He was not surprised by these mortgage certificates. After all, they were pledged by him himself. What really shocked him was that so many certificates appeared in the hands of Stanford alone. inside.
"You are a member of the wizard council!" Mortan's pupils shrank slightly.
He immediately understood why Stanford dared to break into his manor directly, and why those businessmen were willing to let him pledge the mines and assets in the territory at a high price...
Mortan, who was dazzled by the huge profits before, didn't think too much, thinking that the other party knew that he had a lot of valuable wheat in his hands, so he was willing to pledge at a premium.
Now it seems that this is a complete trap!
"Of course, Lord Marquis, haven't you all been working for wizards?" Stanford didn't mean to pretend, and admitted it openly.
Mortan almost gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to attack rashly, so he had to speak again. "In addition to these assets, I also have countless wheat..."
"Don't be ridiculous, the wheat is worthless now!" Stanford interrupted Mortan's words in a cold voice. Now the kingdom is full of vendors selling grain, and there are a total of millions of tons of grain in the market!
Except for the parliament, who can accept it? Who can get away with luck?
"But it's more or less worth it... the price, let's use 20 kilograms per copper!" Stanford said with a smile. "You have a total of 200,000 tons of grain in your hands. According to the current market price, it is 1,000 imperial gold coins!"
The guards behind them took out money bags and threw them on the ground.
"No, it's all here!"
you fart...
Mortan almost died of anger on the spot. Stanford wanted to buy back tens of millions worth of wheat at the price of one thousand gold coins.
Twenty kilograms of copper is simply nonsense. Even if no one buys grain in the market, he can brew it into ale, or use it as feed for livestock, and even sell part of the grain to the empire to make up for the slight shortfall!
It's just that if the first two want to earn enough coins back, it is obviously not possible to do it in a month, and there are definitely not a few people who have the same ideas as him, and there may be a mutual run on each other.
As for selling to the empire, it can only be done in private. Mortan is not stupid enough to say it publicly, and if he vetoes it, he will be accused of collaborating with the enemy again!
"It's a pity that I can't give you the thousand gold coins, Lord Marquis!" Stanford shook his head, and asked the guards to take back the ten money bags, sighing. "You have borrowed a total of five million imperial gold coins from various caravans, but even if you sell all the mortgaged assets, you can only repay 70% of them, and you still owe a lot."
Mortan's face was flushed red, he knew that today he might be in danger.
The only thing that made him feel lucky was that although there were a large number of guards brought by Stanford, they did not seem to carry the alchemy artifact called musket. With his own strength, he might not be able to keep all these people here!
Thinking of this, Mortan suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture, and the guards who were confronting Stanford and the others immediately rushed forward like wolves.
They are all personal guards raised by the Mortain family since childhood, they have long put life and death aside, and will not have the slightest doubt about the order of the Marquis.
However, what is faster than their swinging swords is spear drawing!
Under the horrified eyes of the knights and personal guards, the guards behind Stanford drew short-barreled muskets from their waists!
This kind of more sophisticated and portable firearm was made by Lydia a year ago, but usually only secret sentries with special missions are eligible to equip it!
After all, when performing sneaking and spying tasks, the short-barreled musket is easy to carry, and its stealth and suddenness are excellent. Many secret whistlers have practiced excellent gun drawing skills!
Among them, the best ones can complete the action of holding a gun, aiming and shooting within 0.1 seconds!
The next moment, sharp gunshots resounded in the front hall of the fortress.
Although the dozens of personal guards were all wearing excellent armor, how could they resist the attack of the armor-piercing projectiles, and even failed to make an effective resistance and were beaten into a sieve!
Mortan was even more desperate. Even though he was a blood knight, he was not sure that he could resist the attacks of so many muskets with his body. He was hit by several bullets in the arms and thighs, and fell limply in a pool of blood.
"Treat him, but don't die. I suspect he has betrayed the kingdom. Go back and let someone have a good trial!" Stanford put away the musket in his hand. It was he who interrupted him with his superb gun skills just now. The opponent's limbs.
A group of secret whistlers began to deal with the scene very skillfully, disposing of all the corpses, while Stanford took out a magic radio and passed the news out.
Earl Bell died, Viscount Sk was imprisoned, Marquis Mortain was captured alive...
A large amount of information was transmitted to Lauder through electromagnetic signals. Due to the sudden collapse of food prices, these nobles and wealthy businessmen who were captured by them were often immersed in the illusion that they were already rich and powerful one second, and the next second All the homes were ransacked, and there was no chance to respond.
This also led to most of the arrest operations going very smoothly, with only one exception, that is, the Grand Duke Gard ran away!
For this, Lauder was also very helpless. In the past month, they had to monitor hundreds of targets and do it at the same time, and there was really not enough manpower.
What's more, most of the people they dealt with were rich merchants and nobles, who possessed a certain amount of power in their hands, and it was no easy task to catch someone without a fight.
Fortunately, the one who escaped was only a duke of the kingdom who had lost his territory and wealth, and there was no trouble. Their most important target was always incapable of running away!
"Let's go, let's go to the palace!" Lauder put away the information on hand one by one, and then led a large number of musketeers straight to the capital.
Along the way, they did not encounter any obstacles. Although the guards of the capital surrounded them, none of them dared to make a move, so Lauder was allowed to pass through most of the capital and stepped into the main hall. door.
In the palace at this moment, King Hatar is sitting on the throne, discussing with a group of ministers the price of food in the kingdom that has suddenly risen and then plummeted to the bottom.
And Lauder suddenly broke in with a group of musketeers!
The sound in the huge palace suddenly fell silent, and the ministers who had been talking loudly before were all silenced, as if their vocal cords had been cut off.
Lauder didn't speak either, but respectfully took out the special [Secret Law Ring] in his hand and put it in his palm.
A burst of blue light flickered continuously on the ring, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of everyone.
"Long time no see, His Majesty Hatar!"
Hatar's expression was a little dazed. This scene seemed to be a reenactment of the war in the capital more than a year ago. The wizard in front of him didn't seem to have changed at all, and he was still so polite!
It's just that the person sitting on the throne is no longer the old King Bazel, but himself...
Hatar held the hand of the throne beside him, sweating faintly, but still forced to speak calmly. "Long time no see, Master Lin En, is there anything you want to tell me about your visit to the palace this time?"
"You can also say that!" Lin En nodded, then clapped his palms, and the bound attendants were brought over one by one.
Hattar's face turned pale immediately. Of course he recognized the attendants who were brought up. They were all his confidantes who were in charge of secretly contacting the Grand Duke of Gad and asking him to come forward and remotely control the movements of the nobles.
But he remembered that these people had obviously been dealt with...
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