Lord of Industrialization

More than 600 meters, this is the distance between the two hills where Frederick and Halftail are located.

Under the acceleration of a certain magic electromagnetic cannon, a wrought iron spike flew across this distance at three times the speed of sound in less than a second.

The soft wrought iron spike instantly deformed when it pierced the trunk of the magic wolf, then rolled violently, and blew half of its body into blood and flesh when it flew out from the other side.

The person standing on the wolf's shoulder was caught off guard and fell off the wolf, and then rolled down from the cliff more than 300 meters high.

Frederick raised his gun and aimed at the wolf pack below the mountain, picking up the largest wolf and shooting blue bullets one by one.

After the bullet hit the wolf head, a wind blade exploded, cutting the target and the wolves within a radius of ten meters into pieces.

The people surrounded by the wolf pack were stunned for a long time, and then cheers echoed in the valley.

They were greatly encouraged, picked up their hunting rifles and started shooting at the fleeing wolves, and some even jumped out of the car formation with long guns to chase them.

Frederick saw the wolf pack begin to flee, so he went down the mountain and went to the foot of the other side to look for the man who controlled "Half Tail".

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall but thin.

He rolled down the cliff, his hands and feet were broken into several pieces and twisted into strange shapes, his waist was folded back, and the back of his head hit the stone, his brains were all over the road.

Almost an hour later, Fontana and his team rushed over.

The two places were not far away. Just now, several wolves fled there. Fontana had asked the team to be on guard. Those wolves were all killed by the front and back attacks of the guards chasing them.

Fontana heard that the wolf pack here had been killed by Frederick, and immediately asked the team to rush over without saying a word, holding his thighs tightly.

At this time, Frederick had just climbed to the top of the mountain, threw down "Half Tail" with only half of his body left, and then came down himself.

Fontana and the boss of the surrounded team squatted beside the corpse, studying the corpse of the magic wolf.

The back half of the body was basically intact, and half of the tail could be seen.

The boss said: "It is rumored that half of its tail was bitten off in a fight for the head wolf. When it fled to the mountains, it encountered a mudslide, which flushed out a magic crystal. After eating it, it mutated."

Fontana said: "Many places offer rewards for it, and my family also offers a reward of fifty gold coins."

Frederick said to the boss: "Your team has suffered a lot of losses, so you can take the reward money."

Seven drivers and guards of this team died, and three were disabled for life. The loss was heavy.

The boss hurriedly said: "No, no, no, it was killed by you, sir, I can't be greedy."

This magic wolf has been harming the mountains and forests for many years, and many lords and chambers of commerce have suffered greatly from it. The total reward offered by each family is more than a thousand gold coins.

Frederick said contemptuously: "It's just a few dollars, I don't have the time to go to each family to collect the money."

If others say this, they will be considered hypocritical or pretentious, but this is what Grand Duke Wessen said, and everyone believes that he really doesn't care about this little money.

Frederick ignored them and walked to Lowena.

Lowena put the man who fell from the mountain back to human form and was sighing beside him.

Frederick asked Lowena: "Do you know him?"

Lowena nodded slightly and said: "He is my senior brother. He used to be the leader of the beast tamer unit of the Regens Alliance. He is a genius with unlimited prospects."

"There are several factions in the alliance. He is not in the same group as our family, so my father sent me to the beast tamer unit to seize power from him."

"He has a problem of alcoholism. My father used a trick to make him beat the heir of a noble in their faction seriously after getting drunk, causing him to be abandoned by the faction. In the end, I got the actual command of the beast tamer unit."

"Later I heard that he left the Regens Alliance. I didn't expect to see him here."

Frederick frowned slightly and asked: "Could he be the black glove of some noble?"

These days, nobles are similar to robbers. When conditions permit, they will become robbers, and if they have some face, they will find a black glove.

Lovina hesitated for a moment and whispered, "He was killed by the principal, so he must be a roving bandit."

Frederick understood.

As the saying goes, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog. If Black Gloves was killed, the owner must take action, otherwise others would not be willing to serve him.

Now this man was killed by Frederick, and no one would dare to go against him for a bandit, and it is too late to cut ties.

Frederick said to Lovina, "When you have time, tell Abeks and others to include the relevant content about bandits along the way when writing the railway investment plan."

Lovina agreed immediately, and at the same time felt a little awkward.

Everyone knows that Frederick has zero tolerance for gangs and bandits. The famous Black Claw Gang in the south of the Kingdom of Sardinia has begun to transform into a canned fruit merchant, and those who don't know what's good for them are all hanging on the wall.

Don't talk about those small gangs. The Duchy of Franconia and the Legens Alliance were destroyed because they exploited passing merchants and hindered Frederick from making a fortune.

Lowena has been regretting for the past two years. If he had advised his father not to be greedy for that little money earlier, maybe he would still be living a luxurious life in a mansion.

But now that things have come to this, he can only think about it. The future life is the most important.

The besieged convoy and Frederick are heading in opposite directions. Now that the camp is full of wounded soldiers, they can only return the original route and merge the two convoys into one.

Frederick is sitting on the roof of a train thinking about railway safety issues, such as whether the train carriages should be equipped with turrets, as well as maintenance and defense along the line.

Fontana quietly ran to his side and whispered: "Sir, there is a valuable item in that caravan, and someone is eyeing it."

Frederick raised his eyebrows and asked: "Why, are you eyeing it too?"

"No, no!" Fontana shook his head hurriedly, "I heard it might be a gift for you."

"The person carrying the things in the caravan kept asking about your identity. I asked a few questions and said that the Venetians wanted to make friends with you."

Frederick smiled slightly.

The merchants of Venice have a huge business network in the Inland Sea, and their military strength cannot be underestimated.

Now that Frederick has reached out to the Inland Sea, they are beginning to get restless.

"Don't worry about him." Frederick said, "Let everyone keep their mouths shut and hint to him that I might be fake."

Fontana immediately went to tell the other people in the caravan.

Frederick began to think about Venice.

This city of self-governing merchants suits his appetite very well, but the two sides have conflicts of interest, and conflicts will break out sooner or later.

Moreover, Venice's expansionist policies in recent years have caused dissatisfaction both inside and outside the country. The Kingdom of Sardinia is worried that they will rebel, and the Osmaga Empire has fought many battles with them. Mary was even seriously injured and unable to have children.

The bigger problem is the conflict between them and Constantinople. The disturbances of the year had the shadow of the Venetians.

From this perspective, today's wolf pack siege is more like a high-level conspiracy to prevent the Duchy of Wessen and Venice from deepening their friendship.

If so, there are many possible behind-the-scenes culprits, because the Venetians have offended too many people.

However, these people are very rich, and it would be nice if some money could be taken out of their pockets.

Frederick finally gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of ​​taking money from Venice.

No matter when, money related to politics is the easiest to make. Now that most forces are unhappy with Venice, then join the majority and slaughter Venice like a pig.