My Empire

Many people were surprised by the sudden parachuting of the Deputy Prime Minister of the Allanhill Empire in Briburn.

Throughout the short history of the Ailan Hill Empire, there has never been a precedent for an imperial prime minister to be a governor of either party.

What makes people feel even more depressing is that this appointment was unexpected and terrible, and even many local nobles were not prepared accordingly.

As the commander of the 116th Division drove back to his station, a group of old nobles were gathering together in a castle in the port of Breben, discussing their countermeasures.

In the city, they had many eyes and ears, and the news of the arrival of the imperial concubine and the deputy prime minister in Briburn soon spread to them.

Originally, they were discussing together how to deceive the top and the bottom, and through this plague, they collected money.

As a result, the gathering of money suddenly turned into a meeting to study how to deal with the Grand Archon appointed by the Ailan Hill Empire.

One of the nobles was very stylish, and said to the nobles sitting around the conference table: "Let’s talk about it, what should we do?"

He dragged the long tone, and after speaking this sentence, he looked at the old noble men left and right, and found that they didn't mean to speak.

At this time, everyone knows the truth of the shot. If you come up with an idea now, maybe you will be responsible for the failure of the action in the future. Who wants to speak first?

After all, a young nobleman couldn't hold his breath anymore, and said impatiently, "What else can be done? It's just those tricks."

An old nobleman shook his head slightly, and said with a long voice, "Killing cannot be killed. Although an imperial prime minister is a deputy, he is also a prime minister! If a prime minister is assassinated here, the empire will only be assassinated. More difficult guys will be sent to trouble us."

It seems that only by prolonging the speech can reflect their dignity and their identity...

Hearing that these people were actually moved to assassinate the deputy prime minister of the Ailan Hill Empire, a more knowledgeable nobleman laughed at the ignorance of these people: "You are crazy? I don't know what the origin of this deputy prime minister is. ?"

"Don't talk about finding a killer to break through the guards of the Grand Archon's mansion, even if he walks on the street alone, not many people can kill him!" He said, showing off his knowledge and knowledge.

Soon someone realized something and asked nervously, "He is a magician?"

"The deputy prime minister's name is Alves... it's Gricken's... the grand consul." Speaking of the identity of Alves, this knowledgeable nobleman can't even speak very sharply.

After all, the Southern Kingdom is actually located in the southeast corner of the Magic Continent. This is a country of “mortal” through and through. The nobles here have a natural awe of magicians.

Perhaps they would think that Chris, who was also born in the mortal empire, was very easy to deal with, but they would never dare to easily disobey the great magician Alves.

This is the gap in knowledge. They didn't know that the dragons they were afraid of, Alves feared, could only be a human being with their tails in front of Chris.

"...Why didn't you say it earlier..." Hearing this news, the expressions on the faces of the old nobles headed by them became ugly. They really didn't have the courage to provoke such a heaven-defying existence.

"Then there is only one way left, drag him into the water! Whatever he wants, we will give him what!" Another old nobleman said confidently.

But his words were quickly refuted by other nobles: "What can we give him? The Prime Minister of the Ailan Hill Empire, what do you want?"

"He's not the **** little **** of the Dragon Tate family. He has just served as deputy prime minister. We gave him 10 million gold coins. Is he still obediently kneeling down and licking our toes?" An old nobleman hurts. Gives a figure that he thinks is very attractive.

As a result, the number hasn't been set yet, and many nobles shook their heads: "That's too much...Where can we find so much money for him?"

"It's not easy. As long as he nods and agrees to stand on our side, we can continue to let those untouchables spend more money without knowing it!" An old nobleman with a beard looked cruel. Said with a smirk: "Aren't we all doing this before?"

"As long as he opens one eye and closes one eye, the untouchables are dead, and the land is ours. We have the land and are afraid that no one will cultivate it?" a female nobleman followed.

They are very familiar with this kind of things, and their parents and grandparents have played these methods for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and they have never failed.

The well-informed old noble hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes! Even if we don’t farm, we have other ways to make money! Who knows if there are magic crystal mines, oil, and iron ore under these lands? As long as we find the mine..."

"Haha! Then we have so much money that we can't use it up!" When mentioning the mine, several nobles showed excited smiles on their faces.

They know this thing too well. The so-called eyeliners they sent out have long since passed back to their ears that the Alan Hill Empire needed a large amount of ore, and that owning a mine would have countless wealth.

It just so happens that the plague can kill those poor civilians and create more landless land! At that time, they can take these lands as long as they do a little trick.

Forging documents, and then taking these places as their own, even if they are sold cheaply, the money will be enough for them to squander a few lifetimes.

"Let the prime minister get involved! Isn't he moneyless? The little **** of the Longtaite family is so rich. If he doesn't have any money, he won't be hard-hearted to speak?" As if emboldened by gold coins, a nobleman continued to speak. . His tone was full of harshness, and he seemed to be able to stand up against the Longtaite family.

An old nobleman next to him was a little unwilling to say: "I'm afraid that this fellow lion will open his mouth..."

"What are you afraid of? He is afraid that he will not join the group! He is the deputy prime minister... If he nods, then we will have a talker at the top of the empire. At that time, our interests will naturally be protected!" The nobles are full of confidence and look forward to their future.

His words made more people nod their heads: "Yes!"

"Yeah!" The room was full of voices of approval.

"Everyone raise money first! Take out several million gold coins, and let the deputy prime minister see the power of gold coins!" In a voice of approval, the headed old nobleman said to everyone: "As soon as possible... be prepared!"