My Empire

"Ha, ha..." Chris forced an ugly smile to cover up his shock: It seems that his understanding of common sense is useless in this world.

If there are dragons in this world, there must be other weird things, such as other monsters, such as magic, and for example, races other than humans.

Under this circumstance, it is not easy to say whether the golden finger in his mind is as powerful as he imagined.

At this moment, Chris had to face the cruel reality, and took away his eyes from the very exquisite dragon-slaying mural: "There are dragons in the Arante Empire?"

"That's not true." Wagron replied: "The Arante Empire, the surrounding kingdoms and many noble castles are all mortal countries. There is no magical atmosphere and no magical creatures here."

"Because there is no magical aura, it is not suitable for magicians to live and practice. Those powerful magic empires look down on this place. They can only let us take charge, pay taxes, and indirectly rule us." Deans added: "Ya The Rand Empire is a powerful mortal empire nearby."

"Of course, even the weakest magic empire can easily defeat the mortal country. They have dragon knights and magicians... We are not opponents at all." As if arranged, Strider spoke for the third time and introduced. : "Your grandfather, who fought against the invasion of a wild dragon, was made the city lord of Seris."

"Okay." Chris shrugged his shoulders, feeling a sense of fate. Now he could only plan slowly, and the temptation developed cautiously.

The good news is not without it: Since the dragon can be killed by mortals, it doesn't look like it can't be dealt with. If Chris does come up with anti-aircraft guns, it is estimated that slaying the dragon will not be a difficult task.

"How many soldiers does my city lord have, and how many properties do I have under my name? How much power do I have... Tell me about it." Looking at the steak in front of him, Chris has no appetite now, so he quickly entered To the state of work.

His three subordinates are quite capable, and quickly let Chris know all the belongings in his hands.

As a lord, Alan Hill Chris has a strong cavalry force of 300 people and an organization of about 1,000 city guards.

The city of Seris is on the main road of transportation, and there are many small handicraft workshops. The agricultural production situation is also quite good, and it can earn about 1,000 gold coins every year.

No matter from which point of view, Serris City was a good place before the tax was raised. It's a pity that now, Chris has just arrived, and the good days are coming to an end.

"Why are we taxed? Do you know this?" Chris thought for a while and asked Deans.

Deans smiled bitterly and replied: "My lord, the Arante Empire also has to pay taxes to the mighty magical empire farther west. As for why the price increases, whether the price increases or not, it's all those magicians. We are in the mood."

This is a typical contradiction transfer behavior. The Arante Empire is similar to a comprador. It throws all the taxes it has to pay to the surrounding small countries and lords, so that it can reduce its pressure and even reap a benefit.

"Do we have any special products?" Chris, who didn't have a great way to reduce expenditure, turned to the aspect of open source.

If you can find more ways to make money, paying a heavy tax of 1,000 gold coins will not be a problem.

"We have a very special metal called spoiler. This iron is very hard and light. It is a good material for weapons." Strider replied, "In addition, we also have a woodworking workshop. Some furniture can be produced, the quality is good, and it is very popular among the nobles."

"Another major tax item is tolls. There is a surplus of about 100 gold coins a year. But tolls are risky. If our tolls are high, there will be fewer merchants and travelers in the past, and income will not increase significantly. "Deans added.

Chris nodded, understanding some of the current situation. There are not many problems that need to be solved, at least not many in his opinion.

"It seems that we can only think of a way on these special products first. Increasing production capacity may be a good idea." Chris made up his mind and said to several retainers in front of him.

"Our artisans are limited. Whether they are carpenters or carpentry apprentices, they are already working hard." Strider seemed to be the person in charge of this aspect, and he explained: "The same goes for the pyrite side. More civilians will be enslaved, it will affect farming, dissatisfaction will spread, and free people in the territory will move away."

"Who said that increasing production capacity requires more people?" Chris once again put a confident smile on his face. In this regard, he can do more than the people in front of him, because in another world, a car production line It does not require a few workers.

The knowledge in his mind may not be able to be used for such things as slaying dragons and contending for hegemony for the time being, but it can improve some productivity and make the work of woodworkers simple, which is definitely a breeze.

"I can draw some parts. If our blacksmith can make these parts, we can make the rest of the work easier." He stood up from the dinner table, eager to try: "When I was in a coma, I heard God give My instructions! God has shown the way for me, and Serris will become the most glorious city in the world under the blessing of God!"

After that, he took the lead and walked out, and Wagron quickly followed, a little uneasy, and Chris, who seemed to be afraid of being a little crazy, couldn't think of looking for shortsights again.

"Oh...If God really cares about this land, how can he make it a forbidden realm and let us suffer all the torture here?" Diens looked at the back of Chris who was going away, and sighed a little lonely.

"Yes, we are all mortals abandoned by God... I have known this since I was two years old." Strider sighed in the same way.

"Do you think... Your lord is really okay?" At this point, Dians asked Strider next to him with some guilty conscience.

Strider did not speak to his colleague, but shook his head worriedly, expressing his attitude.

Chris didn't hear the comments from his subordinates. He walked all the way down the corridor and was guided by Wagron to the door of his office. Two guards stood at the door. It was obvious that during the time he was in a coma, the rules in the castle had not been messed up.

The other party clenched his fist and pressed it on his chest to salute Chris, and Chris pushed the door and walked into his room. The furnishings inside are more luxurious than Chris imagined. It seems that the owner here still knows how to live.

The scrolls full of the room make this place look very charming, and the huge glass windows behind it let in more sunlight, making it much brighter than the inside of the castle.

"I'm here to make some things by myself. Just come and find me for dinner." Chris pushed Gvallon out of the door, and then closed the door.

Soon, he found out some of the design drawings from the Industrial Revolution period in his mind, and began to write and draw on the drawings with a quill pen.

The drawings from the period before and after the Industrial Revolution were actually not clever, and Chris had to explain in notes so that others could understand these parts.

When the sunset came to the west, the light became dim, and Wagron knocked on Chris' door, making the lord aware of the passage of time and temporarily stopped drawing.

"Let people send enough candles here. I will use them in the evening. Also, find a few more candlesticks. How can one be enough?" Chris stretched out and looked at the setting sun, and followed Watt. The waiter who Gron came in ordered a series of tasks.

When the waiter exited the study, Chris rolled up a thick stack of drawings on the table and handed it to Wagron: "Wagron! Go to the workshop yourself, find the craftsmen, and let them build these parts! With the fastest speed, after building it, I will have a reward!"

Wagron accepted the drawing and immediately nodded and promised: "My lord, I will go now! We have the best craftsmen, and they can make the best armor!"

Chris nodded and let Wagron leave, and then he ate a little dinner and locked himself in the study again. He stayed until the candles ran out before returning to the bedroom to rest.

When it was almost noon the next day, Chris hadn't opened his eyes yet. He only slept in the middle of the night, and today he is going to have a romantic relationship with his quilt.

It's a pity that just when he was making love with the quilt, someone outside the door suddenly notified him, so he had to give up the lingering in front of him and return to the struggle of life.

Chris, who hadn't rested well, stretched out before yawning and said, "Come in! ...what's the matter?"

General Wagron walked into Chris's bedroom with a sword at his waist, and reported: "The blacksmiths have all the parts you want."

"So fast? Great!" Chris suddenly became completely sleepy, scratching his hair and jumping off the bed, and began to wear his own clothes.

He has black hair, which, according to the waiter, is a feature of foreign trade uploaded by the ancestors of the Ailan Hill family. Chris really likes his shapely figure and his handsome face. Last night he looked in the mirror. This face is really impeccably handsome.

What makes Chris a little uncomfortable is that the noble costumes in this world are very complicated. He feels irritable when he wears the clothes, and he has to ask the waiter to come forward and help. After finally being able to go out, his face looks better.

Compared with the distinct professional processing bases of later generations, the factory craftsmen here are still huddled together to work in a disorderly manner.

Next to the blacksmith's shop is the wood workshop, with a canal in between for fire prevention. There are busy scenes everywhere, and the sound of sawing wood in the wood workshop one after another.

Although the craftsmen who only got the drawings last night didn't know what they were doing, they were still desperately creating the parts they were responsible for. After all, this is an order issued by the lord, I heard that it can also be tax deductible and even get rewards.

"Okay! Let's witness the miracle of industrial civilization together now!" Chris moved his shoulders and neck, rubbed his wrists and walked to the front of the pile of parts.