Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

"Gentlemen! Girls! Hold up your wine glasses! For Your Li Lin! For victory! Toast (Prosit)!"

　　 "Cheers!!! Cheers!!!"

The fifth toast was as warm and cheerful as the previous four. The various juice drinks in the cup splashed out in the collision of the containers. The elves who were almost out of control were on the body, on the clothes and on the ground. The marble floor followed The luxurious carpet is rendered in rough tones.

The Earl’s Mansion is filled with the laughter and singing of the elves. The bright magic chandelier illuminates the magnificent hall of the magnificent hall as bright as the daytime. The toasts finally heal the uncles who are unable to enjoy the best wine because they are in the human city. Depressed mood. The young girls who were holding up the juice were tears falling from their eyes with excitement.

　　After a meaningless struggle for more than half an hour, the bishop finally nodded and agreed to sign a new contract, and signed his name on a paper that made him feel humiliated and depressed, and pressed the **** handprint.

The contents of the newly concluded treaty are as follows:

　　 First, Bishop Kappelle and Agentolarton Parish recognized the autonomous administrative power and autonomous armed power of the elves in the valley of Nifurheim;

　　Second, the elf is not stationed in Argentola, but has the right to pass in an emergency;

　　 Thirdly, the elves have the right to find unowned land in the city of Ajanto Raton to build the city, and after the construction of the new city continues to enjoy the rights stipulated in the first paragraph of the treaty;

　　Fourth, the Earl’s mansion was owned by the elves and was managed by the elves to send Alphonse de Sadt to manage. Seventy percent of the property of the deceased earl and fifty percent of the land under the name were placed under the name of Bishop Capelle;

　　 Fifth, all business activities of the elves in the Ajanto Raton area are exempted from all taxes and duties in terms of customs duties, currency exchange, and transaction taxes;

　　 Sixth, the church has the right to sell porcelain and cotton to the southern region of the Charlemagne Kingdom. The bishop enjoys a 20% share and year-end dividends;

　　 Seventh, the elves signed a unified crop supply and marketing contract with the free farmers of Ajanto Raton, and the church will not interfere;

　　 Eighth, the capture team and the elves signed a labor contract to work in the mine or cotton field for 3 to 5 years, and the income other than the basic salary was used to offset the ransom;

Through the above clauses, the elves of Nifurheim enjoy partial treatment of sovereign states at a practical level. Although not all treatments are limited to the area of ​​Ajanto Ratun, this alone is enough to make the elves go crazy. .

　　On the other hand, through the treaty, the elves not only obtained an unexpected windfall to continue to expand the industry, and more importantly. The economic lifeline of the Ajanto Ratun region is completely unguarded to the elves. In addition to the lack of sufficient technical force and labor force participation in public utilities, basic agriculture and manufacturing industries will all be penetrated and annexed by elves' monopoly capital. Although it is insignificant, the outline of a monopoly organization has gradually taken shape.

　　Finally, the captive laborers who enter the cotton spinning, smelting, construction and other industries that urgently need a lot of cheap labor. The farmers who do not control their crops and supply and marketing at all, and the consignment of goods to enjoy profit sharing are all **** in the elf camp by a strong chain of interests. At present, they are still a little uncomfortable and unwilling, but as time comes to realize the benefits brought to them by the national monopoly capital economic system led by Li Lin, small complaints and dissatisfaction will also disappear. If anyone doubts them and elves in the future Cooperative symbiosis, this group of shared interests will never put on a good face for the benefit and face.

　　The economic foundation determines the superstructure, and the Ajanto Ratun region, which is controlled by the economic lifeline, will become a political vassal and a large factory under the control of the elves within a few years. The corresponding political terminology describes its state as "semi-colonial".

Except that Bishop Kappelle and the Knights Templar still have a little administrative power, security jurisdiction and financial taxation on civilians, the elves can do all business activities on this land in a fair and bright way, and do not bear a big son. Tax. At the same time, the agricultural supply and marketing cooperatives where human farmers join the elves also enjoy tax-free treatment. Because that is also a commercial activity. Under the preferential conditions of not paying rent but purchasing agricultural products, it can be predicted that there will be a wave of farmers automatically providing land for the elves to merge, but the church is powerless. After all, autonomous land sales are allowed and recognized by law. No violation of laws and ethics.

　　Similarly, since the legal provisions of the human country do not limit all kinds of stimulants or hallucinogens, the production, attack and sale of such special commodities are completely legal. As for whether it is ethical... In line with the thinking of [patriotic and rational, XX innocence], this question was gorgeously ignored by Li Lin and the elves...

　　 "Although it is not an official founding country, there is no country name, not even our own city, but we are here! We have seen it! Toast to the shining star who has broken through the heavy night! Blessed Li Lin! Long live!!"

　　 "Long live!!"

　　 "Long live! Long live! Long live"

After the toast of Tyre’s excessive excitement and worship, the taste of the celebration has completely changed, and the hall has been transformed into a hall of three long lived, regardless of men and women, regardless of old and young, are dominated by fanatic passion, and the most excited ones jump on The table cheered up with wooden wine glasses, and even the Emir Patriarch who had always been dissatisfied and resentful to Li Lin was not easy to say anything about it. He stayed in the corner of the hall from time to time sipping juice to quench his thirst.

　　 The old thunder lion was driven from the throne. Most of them looked at the people who touted the new lion king with such a state of mind.

　　The old patriarch thought like this, and said nothing. An overwhelming patriarch denigrates the new leader in the sky, which is worshipped by the tribes as a venerable mother god-such a move does not help to prolong his life, or he stays silent in the corner, otherwise he can only live alone.

　　【Anyway, you can't resist, and accepting is not bad. 】

　　 came up with the thought of coping with **** in a violent way, and the smile face that was forced out appeared a bitter meaning.

　　 The mood is in the dark valley of despair and despair, and the noise gradually decreases and disappears. The laughing men and women beside them calmed down, retreating left and right to make a passable path, the marble floor knocked on the empty and solemn young footsteps, and the center of power moved towards the old lion.

　　【Come show off your power? To my old bone that is ugly and useless...! ! ! 】

　　 Anger and humiliation came out from underneath the feet. The long whiskers like ice and snow waterfalls shook slightly. The old elf closed his eyes subconsciously, ready to endure the bitter satire.

　　——The death of aging individuals can be said to be the etiquette of the younger carnivore population that won the battle for the throne. The old patriarch is ready to withstand the harsh etiquette of eliminating the old and the weak.

　　 "I am very sorry for the previous rude and offensive actions, and I hereby ask the forgiveness of the Emir."

　　Clear, no fraudulent hypocrisy sound poured into the ears, the old eyelid opened, the eyes were soaked in surprise, and the dark-haired teenager in front of half-kneeled lowered his head and said sincerely:

　　 "In order to cope with changes in the world and for everyone's unanimous ideals. Change must be made, but it does not mean that we must abandon the noble traditions, and you who protect the ancient traditions are still our respected patriarchs."

　　 [Patriarch]'s title may be attractive to young, uninformed guys, and it can also attract coveted rights. Li Lin has little interest in having a limited reputation, and he is more concerned about mastering actual dominance.

An old patriarch in the form of a shrine, when properly used, can exert the effect of a simple signboard. Respecting the Amir patriarch’s attitude and words can envelop the elves, and it can also play a positive demonstration role after gathering other elven communities in the future. Such political scoring is totally impossible to intimidate the high pressure.

　　 Listening to the excited breath of the old patriarch, the background sounds of other elves' approval, exclamation and cheering were automatically filtered out, the sincere and harmless smile was raised again, and the old face in front of them was leaving feelings of turbid tears.

　　——It can be determined that it is caused by positive emotions, as planned.

The cheering and admirable toast was deafening again, and the elves who had drunk their juices kept busy taking out their little felt hats with feathers on their heads and putting them on their heads. Thor, who had already prepared, took out a black hat of the same style and handed it to Li Lin .

"I also want?"

　　 It is indeed necessary to participate in the current occasion to strengthen ties, but Li Lin felt this was a problem for the first time.

There are dance knowledge such as waltz and ballroom dance in the data storage related to the assassination mission. The nobles of this world also seem to tend to wear formal dresses with gold and silver, and the long table is covered with snow-white carved tablecloths and luxuriously placed. Dishes. The men and women on the dance floor danced with the band's slow rhythm.

But the elves... The elves of the Nievolheim Valley with their feather-felt hats sang Yodel’s folk song (note), dancing around the fir tree and the campfire, and the related dance moves are a bit of a concept. nor.

　　 "Siegfried! Come one!"

　　 academic performance is not very good, but this moment is particularly good at observing Li Lin's mind, Thor is busy coaxing. It is unclear whether the skin is thick enough, or whether the big and handsome young man directly calls Li Lin's name.

　　 "Siegfried! Come one! Siegfried! Come one! Siegfried! Come one! Siegfried! Come one! Siegfried! Come one!"

　　The elves whose emotions and interests were mobilized were together, and the narrow but harmless eyes gathered on the black-haired boy. A wave of fanaticism that is much fanatic than fans is cheering.

The Earl’s House servants shrank nervously, watching the shrill ears of different languages ​​almost turning the roof. Several young maids held their ears in horror, peeking into the noisy living room, while facing the mother goddess. Send prayers and hope these barbarians will not treat them.

　　 "Can... Come dance with me?"

　　 was preparing to use preparatory rhetoric to confuse the group of gangsters who were watching the noise, the girl with a wreath on her head walked to the side. The plaid skirt swings with a dance-like dexterous pace, and with the courtesy of bending down to pick up the skirt, the curve of the girl's color center is vaguely visible at the opening of the open-necked top.

　　 "Brenhill, a miserable little girl, please pray a dance with His Excellency Li Lin."

"it is good--!!"

　　All the elves made a wolf-like howl together. Under the deafening call sign, Brenhill approached Li Lin and whispered quickly [please cooperate with my dance steps. ], meeting the red pupil, the smart elf girl winked.

　　Yordel tunes apart from a few people in Lapland, there are not many who can sing, and only the elves who can sing and dance can sing and dance with the brisk rhythm.

　　 Watching Li Lin's trance during Thor's raid on Thor, the girl understood. This seemingly omnipotent lord finally encountered an unmanageable thing.

"Honored."

The pure-looking teenager like a child of the gods showed a clean smile, and the young girl who didn’t know what expression to use to cope with the missed heartbeat, caught her slender wrist against the lace sleeves of the night. Arm. The musicians holding national instruments began to play light and lively music, and the good singers in the village neatly showed their voices

　　 "I went to the valley one day long ago,

　　 tried to learn my Jodel tune.

　　Meet a Yodel female singer on a sunny day,

　　She taught me to sing Yodel in a log cabin.

　　Yodel－oh－ee－dee

　　Diddly－odel－oh－ee－dee

　　Diddly－odel－oh－ee－dee

　　She taught me to sing Yodel song

　　 Now, I want to teach you how to sing Yue Deer song,

　　 Just like me. "

Countless cheers and laughter and the high-pitched singing of the singers [AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHhh!), close to the body of the teenager, let the rare awkward dance partner cooperate with his body movements, watching the smart teenager gradually become flexible from stiffness . The drunken elf girl smiled happily, indulged in little satisfaction and happiness, Brenhill who had never experienced the taste of love filled the vision and chest with the radiant smile in front of him, and the deer bumped The girl considers herself the happiest female elf in the world.

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　　 The room without lights shot from the window into a too bright pale moonlight, like a cold flame like a bright and bright light to cover the interior with a dark and weak tulle.

Locke, with his head down, showed a yellow, haggard breath, and the knightly boyboy with a stern expression listened to the tumult of singing from the earl's mansion, which had been digging into the window, and his empty heart was born to the incomprehensible rap. There is no feeling.

　　 [Of course it is. 】

　　 Looking far away from the brightly lit mansion, there was a hustle and bustle of elven language that was incomprehensible-that was the reward of the victor, the enemy as the victorious party was celebrating indulgently or insulting the heresy. Between the joy that comes from the bottom of my heart and the self who escaped to this place like a dog, there is only a mark of humiliation deep in the soul-such a relationship.

　　Taking advantage of the other party's lax opportunity, **** this group of smug intruders in one fell swoop?

Even the toughest and ardent Templars have seen the dead bodies of the war dead that have been spliced ​​together, and after listening to the exaggerated and tampered description of the released prisoners and defeated soldiers, they will honestly implement the order of the bishop [do not act rashly], ordinary civilians Not to mention.

　　——As long as that Li Lin is still there, fighting against the pointed ears is a terrible nightmare that all Agen Toraton humans cannot bear to face, a crazy behavior that is no different from suicide.

　　 The purpose of the monster is exactly this, to make everyone realize how stupid it is to fight against him, to plant a seed named [horror] in people's hearts, and stretch out the vines to bind everyone's resistance.

Next, people in the province of Alsace will reach the same conclusion. Charlemagne will recognize this sooner or later... When everyone knows and is suppressed by terror, the world will fall into the dark. The control of the Devil King.

　　Even if things have evolved like this;

　　Even if Li Lin's strength is so strong that people are desperate;

　　 Locke believes that he is still in the brain and is still deafening and angering ——

"Today I was defeated, and I saw how I failed. Seeing you leading the Elves to a resurgent posture. As your opponent, as a warrior knight, I can squint without complaint. But ah! Black-haired inhuman By!!!"

　　 The man who greeted the death smiled from the bottom of his heart-the free and elegant smile at the end of the journey.

　　 Looked directly at the death of the person who said the last word, and the blade wings reflected the chilling silver light. The expressionless, delicate face waited patiently for the man to finish.

"Anyone who tramples on others will be trampled on by others sooner or later. Those who take a knife to kill someone will do something under the sword one day. There will be no blood and no tears. If you have the power, you can do anything, but I’m good It is a knight with a man's guts and pride! What end will you usher in? I will not see this dying person. How will you end up challenging the laws of the world, and my heirs will take a good look."

　　 "You..."

　　The mask-like cold face spit out breath-like words.

　　 "It's really a stubborn, always bad guy who suffers from it."

　　 "Don't say that kind of sympathy for the old man! Grim reaper! Whether it's sour or sympathetic, you are far away."

　　 smiled cheerfully while turning to the back. The knight's sturdy fingers were inserted deep into Locke's hair cluster, stroking his head like a puppy. In the eyes full of tears, the tall knight's posture, the gentle appearance of the man who replaced the deceased father in his childhood, became the shadow of the hot light.

　　 "Don't cry, the man can't cry casually."

　　 Knight Pierre smiled at himself, somehow, the thick smile made Locke feel... very cunning.

The strong and warm hand of the man trembles, and the slender spikes pierce the heart from the back of the armor behind the heart. In Locke’s loss of soul, like the world’s collapsed cry of despair, the happy smile that is not eroded by sorrow and pain is like daily teaching. What is said in general, the deep voice is difficult to distinguish in the noise of the shouting, only the original meaning of the language is read through the lips.

　　 [Live well, watch for me...]

I can’t remember how I was stunned, and how I was escorted to the north gate of Ajang Toraton with other captives. Breath, like a grave empty room with bitter memories.

　　Only that sentence will not be forgotten.

　　I want to forget, and I will be carved into the depths of Locke's soul and become a part of life's entrustment.

　　——Look at it.

　　 Watching them rise, watching them crazy, watching them perish.

　　 Let the Rock Knight concubine look at the Earl's mansion as noisy as a city that never sleeps, staring at it without a word.

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　　Explanation small theater

　　Bren Hill: I finally danced with His Excellency Li Lin, so happy... but unfortunately I couldn’t say [Aunty Washing the Railway]...

　　 Li Lin: Japanese transliteration is too ugly, please explain to you about how Yodel sings.

　　 Brunshill: Okay, Yodeling, also known as Yodel tune, Yodel sing, is a form of singing with a large span of scales that quickly and repeatedly undergoes the conversion of chest to head sounds. Produce a string of high-low-high-low sounds. This technique of using vocals can be found in many cultures around the world.

Li Lin: Yes, the name of the song that appeared in this round is She.Taught.Me.How.To.Yodel. Recently, a Chongqing guy sang in the China Talent Show. Interested book friends can go and find it. video.

　　Bren Hill: By the end of the first part of this book, a new chapter story "Brave's Little Step Dance" will begin. Please look forward to it. Okay, today’s prize quiz title is Alphonse de Sade. What is the origin and related allusions of this human magician? Please readers answer enthusiastically!