Mage with knife

"So many Eskies?" After another month of retreat, Dick came to inspect the Liaoning province of the Eskies again. The changes were huge.

"Why don't you say it's interesting, haha!" Old Peter laughed. "Originally, there were really hundreds of thousands of Eskis who migrated here. I heard that the tax on the Eskis in Persian City was only 20%.

There are so many Eskies popping up in the outer jungle, and now there are probably 300,000 of them."

"Well, it's good!" Dick was satisfied, "The people's support can be used."

"Dick, you really value this thing."

"It's what I'm thinking. At the beginning, I also came from a poor family, and I know the suffering of the poor." Dick couldn't afford the tuition to attend the Royal Academy of Magic. "How about Gerald, Lampard?"

Old Peter understood what Dick meant by his question: "It's not bad. It's probably from the bottom of his heart that he is willing to cooperate with the reforms here. If they really don't cooperate, just counting on us is really not enough."

Dick nodded: "That's good, after all, they are the Eskies."

A figure came hurriedly, Zhang Long: "Chief!"

"Huh? Zhang Long, isn't he bad? He's an eighth-level warrior, haha!" Dick was so happy to see Zhang Long advance. This one of his confidants from the prairie has really grown up.

"Haha! The restructuring of the Eskis is almost over. Once I feel good, I will find an opportunity for a breakthrough." Zhang Long's personality is very similar to Dick's, and he likes civil affairs management.

"Okay! Okay! Have a drink and celebrate."

Dick also didn't expect that the first person to advance to level 8 was Zhang Long. Even Beth, who had good qualifications, was pulled down.

"Paradise! Is civil administration really so evil?" Old Peter was surprised. Senior soldiers are not easy to practice, and every step forward is very difficult.

Why do the Snow people lack the city lord of the big city? I really think that the eighth-level warrior is just a cabbage.

"Old Peter, who can say clearly about the state of mind? You may be able to advance to the level of a saint because of the people's support. Otherwise, based on your potential? Damn!"

"Okay! Okay! It's all your fault, okay? You're numb! I can only work for you for the rest of my life, damn!" After drinking a small drink, Old Peter was actually in a pretty good mood. Perhaps, he really looked like Dick.

Is that what you said? Otherwise, you would have been waiting to die, and you would have become a saint inexplicably?

"Zhang Long, you have really advanced, haha..." Zhang Huan also came in a hurry. This guy has a strong relationship with the prairie people. He was very happy to see a fellow prairie people rise up.

"Just in time, Zhang Long, you have advanced. You have made great contributions in the reform of the Eski people's Liaoning Province. Looking back, I, the Internal Affairs Office of Trust City, will give you a reward of two high-level magic beasts." Dick is the city lord, thinking

Who should be rewarded? Isn’t it just a matter of words?

Dick no longer takes up the training resources of the Lord's Palace of Trust City, so the resources for senior practitioners of the House of Internal Affairs of Trust City are relatively generous. Dick is happy to reward Zhang Long.

The Eski people's reform only lasted for more than a month, and it's really almost done. There is a model and prototype, and the rest can be left to the Eski people to manage themselves. If this doesn't work well, then, Jerra

Well, Lampard really has a problem.

The cavalry of the Prairie People, Blackwater People, and Snow People also withdrew. With Zhang Long's resignation, Liaoning Province completely returned to the Eski people's own management model. Of course, supervision is still needed, landlords.

It is impossible to counterattack.

Gerrard and Lampard have no objections to this.

With the great success of the high-grade waterweed deployed by the Blackwater people in the Bay Demonic Gold Mine, Trust City has become completely developed. In the future, when more advanced practitioners are promoted, Dick will not worry about the lack of advanced training resources.

After so many years of development, the population of Trust City has continued to increase and has exceeded three million people. Fortunately, the territory of Trust City is really large enough, so we can just continue to expand the rural farming area.

It is estimated that the Snow people really have no one. Campbell, the chief steward of the Persian city, was transferred from the Holy Island and became the city lord of a large city. In theory, he is qualified. Campbell is an eighth-level warrior, and he has some artistic conception at least.

Realize. Although I am really old, I don’t have much potential anymore.

If you want to transfer him, just transfer him. Dick doesn't lack Campbell, a senior practitioner.

No, Campbell has just been transferred to Trust City Practitioner Academy, and two more instructors have broken through to the seventh level of magicians.

"Gao Shun, well done, you are now an eighth-level warrior, haha!" Dick was happy.

"Lord City Lord, after all these years, I have managed to persevere. After advancing to the eighth level warrior, I suddenly understood the artistic conception of the water system. I am no longer a trash warrior, haha!" Gao Shun was also very happy. After all these years,

All the companions have understood the artistic conception of nature, but he is the worst.

Gao Shun persisted in the road of civil affairs management and finally reaped fruitful results. The natural artistic conception is really difficult to comprehend.

"What a good thing, reward! It must be a big reward. Two high-level monsters are yours." Dick has never been stingy with his cronies who have followed him for many years. For so many years, Gao Shun has persisted in diligent management in three coastal outer cities.

, is it a great contribution?

As for whether he deserves all the credit, it's not just a matter of Dick opening his mouth?

"Dick!" A holy magician descended from the sky.

"Senior Barty!"

"Not bad! Gao Shun, right? He's an eighth-level warrior." Batty looked at Gao Shun with a look of relief. The Snow people along the Arctic Sea were weak in their successors. It was rare to find an eighth-level warrior who understood the artistic conception of nature.

"Senior Barty, where is the lack of city lord again? Haha!" Dick laughed. The big city along the Arctic Sea is short of people. Of course Dick knows that. Even Campbell, who has little potential, has been transferred to be the city lord, not to mention Gao Shun.

Such a young eighth-level warrior?

"Are you the only one smart? Damn it!" Barty rolled his eyes at Dick.

"Senior, I won't go. I'm more suitable for practicing in Trust City. If I don't adapt to another place..." Gao Shun was still excited.

"Gao Shun, don't act out of loyalty. Being the city lord is the key training target of Holy Island, and the resources will be greatly tilted." Dick said.

"What's the tilt? When you became the city lord of this trust city, weren't you going to go bankrupt? If the city lord hadn't transformed into a seven-star giant and enjoyed the treatment of a saint..." Gao Shun said it was quite interesting. Dick was at that time

It's really hard. There are too many guest elders in Trust City, and Dick has no chance to be greedy.

This was considered a joke by the Snow people. Fortunately, at that time, Holy Island still provided a subsidy of 100,000 blood vein stones, otherwise Dick would really go bankrupt.

"Gao Shun, don't be excited." Barty was also a little embarrassed. The joke about Dick's bankruptcy was not a good joke for the Holy Island. How can it not be embarrassing? Dick was doing everything for the prosperity of the economy in Trust City.

He has made huge contributions and trained a large number of elite talents of the next generation, but he is almost bankrupt?

"Not the city lord, but the deputy city lord?" Batty said.

"Deputy City Lord?" Gao Shun was stunned, "What do you mean?"