"My king, this matter has seriously affected the future development of the Manyu gladiatorial industry, a little carelessness, it will cause a fatal blow to the entire industry, the slave industry has been seriously affected, if the gladiatorial industry is affected again, our financial deficit will be further expanded, and the entire military leader will be in danger. ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with gray temples, his figure was polarized with Duke Borg, tall and thin, like a bamboo pole draped in clothes, which could be blown away by a gust of wind.

This man's name was Ming Weilang, and he was the Chancellor of the Exchequer to Duke Borg, and he had followed him for more than ten years, just in his early forties, and he looked like a little old man in his fifties and sixties.

In other territories, the Chancellor of the Exchequer has always been a fat shortage, but the Manyu military commander is the opposite, this is a big steamer, and whoever goes up is roasted on the fire.

The serious fiscal deficit was a problem left to him by Duke Borg's father, and Duke Borg, who was not a master of money, not only did not fill the vacancy in the first few years, but became even bigger, and in just a few years, there were four or five chancellors of the exchequer.

Ming Weilang is the longest in office, and he is also the most capable, and the huge financial deficit has almost been filled in less than ten years, and it has also turned a young man in his prime into a little old man.

It was also because of this dedication that he won the trust of Duke Borg.

If the original momentum continues, in another three or two years, Ming Weilang will be able to fill the fiscal deficit completely, and he will be completely relieved.

However, during a crusade, a fire in the Bastille burned the entire Manyu army into a pot of gruel, and the finances of the Manyu army were also turned into gruel.

The financial decline caused by the war, the fatal blow to the slave industry, and the war ...... All this is a mess of Ming Weilang.

The real man behind the trade with the Legion of the Eternal Night was not Patlem, who was now in charge of the Bastille, but was still constrained in all respects by the generals appointed directly by the Duke of Borg, and did not have the power or the courage to trade with the enemy on a large scale.

The only person who dared to do this and could do this in the Manyu military leader was Duke Borg.

And the biggest promoter of the establishment of the business road is the tall and thin man in front of him, the Minister of Finance Ming Wei Lang of the Manyu Army.

Ming Weilang is a staunch supporter of economic theory, what does a strong military leader rely on?

Army?

Wrong, very wrong.

It's money, it's finance.

If you don't have enough money, how do you feed so many people, how do you recruit so many troops, how do you equip so many troops?

No matter how powerful an army is, if there is no financial support and logistical supplies, even a dragon will have to turn into a snake.

The two pillar industries, the slave trade was fatally impacted, the whole territory was in a pot of gruel, the gladiatorial industry fell into a slump, and most of the territory was in a semi-desert and semi-Gobi region, which was neither suitable for cultivation like the plains of Asia Minor nor mineralized like the Carthusian hills.

Calculation and calculation, the only one who can make up his mind is the Andes Mountains, at this time, the Eternal Night Legion came out, it was unwanted, not to mention that the other party really had good things in his hands.

In the face of the deficit crisis of the military leader and the threat of retirement from the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Duke Borg, no matter how tough his attitude is, no longer willing to bow his head and give in, and have dealings with the Eternal Night Legion who has just cheated him, he can only pinch his nose and admit it.

With the newly opened trade road, coupled with the patchwork of things, tearing down the east wall and making up the west wall, it was not easy to survive until Duke Borg quelled the civil strife in the territory, and the gladiatorial competition was reconvened, attracting many lords and nobles from other territories to come, and the new capital injection made Ming Weilang's life a little better.

But in less than three days, there was a moth in the gladiatorial industry, and there were some radicals and conservatives, and the two sides had a lot of trouble, and almost blew up Ming Weilang, the Minister of Finance of the Manyu Army.

The future of the gladiatorial industry depends on the affairs of their group of slave owners, even if they consider it, it is the Duke of Borg's business, what they need to do is to maintain the current stability and prosperity of the industry, and create more wealth and taxes, which is the best choice for them and the territory.

What made Ming Weilang even more angry was that Duke Borg had obviously received the news, so he didn't intervene.

"Don't be impatient! Don't be impatient! Don't be impatient! I'm angry, who will control my finances? The financial deficit is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is no Your Excellency, come here, and move a chair for Lord Ming Weilang. ”

For this loyal servant who has dedicated himself to the territory, Duke Borg does not hesitate to pay his respect.

"No, it's fine for me to stand like this!"

Chancellor of the Exchequer Ming Weilang was still angry, and he was the only one in the entire Manyu army who dared to speak to Duke Borg in such a tone.

"When you are recovering from a serious illness, pay more attention to rest, or sit down!"

Duke Borg was not annoyed, and still ordered a stool to be moved.

"Thank you, sir. ”

Ming Weilang just took the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction, and he didn't really talk to Duke Borg, and he realized it many years ago, otherwise he wouldn't have sat in this position for so many years.

Don't take yourself too seriously, and don't take yourself too seriously.

Ming Weilang never thought that he was irreplaceable in the Manyu military leader, and when he did, he was not far from going to the grave.

"What Your Excellency is worried about, this king knows, rest assured, the situation will not deteriorate to that extent for a while. ”

Duke Borg looked like he was holding a pearl of wisdom, "Your Excellency, haven't you noticed that the financial income has skyrocketed in the recent period? ”

"It's really a 20 percent increase compared to previous periods. ”

He made a lot of financial figures single-handedly and then sent them to Duke Borg, and Ming Weilang knew everything about finances.

"However, this is killing chickens for eggs, and it is not advisable. ”

Duke Borg quickly let a hint of ferocity flash in the pair of small eyes covered by the fat, and waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter, there are a few more rounds to reach the finals, and this year's gladiatorial competition will end perfectly, just let them jump for a few more days, and wait until the gladiatorial competition is over, and then it's not too late to clean them up, and let them know who is the real ruler of the Manyu military lord. ”

Obviously, the supreme ruler of the Manyu army did not react to this incident, but directly stabbed him in the lung tube.

One of the two pillar industries of the Manyu military leadership has been broken, and he will never allow another accident to occur again, whether it is a radical or a conservative, in his eyes, they are all scourges, and they have become moths in the gladiatorial industry, and they must be cleaned up.

The reason why he is forbearance now is that he doesn't want to ruin the holding of this gladiatorial competition, and when the gladiatorial competition ends, it is also the moment when the gladiatorial industry led by Manyujun entered the Great Purge.

The list in his hand will be the focus of his purge.

"Your Majesty knows the best, but I am too worried. ”

Hearing this, Ming Weilang's face suddenly looked much better, as long as Duke Borg didn't completely leave it alone, although there was a crisis in the gladiatorial industry, it was far from imminent.

And the next few rounds will be the most exciting and hot gladiatorial competition of the year, he is not interested in gladiatorial fighting, but he is interested in the large amount of tax generated by the hot competition.

If Duke Borg has a hot temper and wants to do it immediately, he will stop him and let him endure until the end of the game.

......

Sean didn't know he was being targeted by Duke Borg's old fox.

In response to that sentence, gold shines everywhere, and when it comes to Sean, it can make a big move everywhere.

There are pros and cons to working with conservatives.

The advantage is that the patient is stable, with both minor and serious injuries, and the information collected in all aspects is more comprehensive.

Sean's main focus is on the seriously ill patients, and the rest is left to the military doctors who have been transferred from the Legion of the Eternal Night.

Sean began to consciously or unconsciously give away some seriously ill patients to try their treatment, and his treatment method was ultimately unconventional.

Warlocks are inherently scarce resources in this world, and it is even rarer to focus on medical skills, and Sean's behavior is typical in the eyes of most warlocks.

The pursuit of one's own strength is the true path of most warlocks, and if other warlocks are allowed to learn medical skills from Sean, they are afraid of being spit on the spot.

Sean doesn't plan to be a doctor who treats diseases and saves people for the rest of his life, and uses the cheating method of magic to summarize the conventional treatment methods, and teaching them to ordinary people is the right way, and warlocks are a very small group of people after all, one out of tens of thousands, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Except for some internal injuries that are more troublesome and will cause secondary damage to the internal organs, which must be assisted by the power of magic, ordinary bone injuries can be handled even without the assistance of the power of magic.

Sean's ancestors in his previous life are the best proof that they still developed a set of effective bone grafting techniques without the help of magical powers, and the powerful people are not much worse than modern medicine.

Without him, practice makes perfect.

What's more, they have Sean's summed up experience as a reference, plus the help of teaching from the side, they naturally get started faster, but they suffer those patients and become the practice experiments of those doctors.

However, those patients themselves had no idea, and thought that it was inevitable, and did not make a bigger fuss.

The disadvantage is that now there are countless pairs of eyes staring at them, and it is basically impossible to secretly do some small tricks.

"Mr. Tang, that missionary is here again, blocking the door, I must see you. ”

Lance, who came to report the news, has changed from a waiter to a temporary nurse in the hospital, the medical center and the restaurant are completely separated, Eller, the young lobby manager, is worthy of his name, and the entire restaurant is taken care of by him, but as an outsider, Sean needs a smart and clever local to stay by his side.

Eller recommended Lance to Sean, although this little guy does not have Eller's intelligence, he can also be called honest, and he will not cheat and cheat, Sean nodded and agreed after a little test.

Lance was also overjoyed, not because the treatment in Angie Bena's hospital was better than that in the restaurant, but that it was closer to his goddess, and as long as he could see it from afar every day, he would be satisfied.

Lance hesitated. "Mr. Tang, if you really can't do it, you can meet him, this missionary is different from the priests and monks of the ordinary Holy See. ”

"Oh, what's the difference?"

Sean, who originally wanted to refuse again, was aroused by the interest of being able to persuade a person who was extremely disgusted with him to help him deliver a message, this person does have some ability.

"Priest Darnell was a very learned man, not only well-informed, proficient in theology, but also had a unique insight into medicine, and he had heard of Mr. Tang's unique medical skills and came to study. Since being rejected by Mr. Tang, in the past few days, he has set up a stall in front of the hospital, and he is also helping others to treat them for free."

Lance has a talent for spies, and he gushes about his observations in the past few days.

"The most important thing is that Darnell is not like other priests, his eyes are on the top of his head, and he does not look at anyone other than the Byronic people at all, Darnell said that whether it is a Byronic person, or an Andes, even an Odin orc, they are all God's people, and as long as they believe in him from the heart, they will be protected by God. ”

"Oh?" Sean's eyebrows suddenly raised, it turned out to be a missionary who had abandoned the concept of race, and for this alone, the other party was more than a cut above ordinary missionaries, if so, it was really worth seeing.

Speaking of this missionary named Darnell, he really has the spirit of stalking.

After the previous-for-tat, Sean has deeply felt the malice from the Holy Aether Holy See.

It's not just the general medical skills that Sean is promoting, but also his Andes identity.

After he was attached to the secret meeting of witches, it seemed that the Holy Aether Holy See had died down, but in fact, there were constant small actions in private, and even the radicals had his shadow behind them, which was a common trick of the Holy See.

If it is not good for his reputation, he will never stand up by himself, but support a force that has nothing to do with him and charge into battle.

When necessary, the Holy See will even stand up and condemn the person he supports, so as to earn a good name for himself.

A week ago, when he heard that a missionary from the Holy Aether Holy See had come to his door, Sean's first thought was that the Holy Aether Holy See had sent someone to do something in the name of exchanging medical skills.

Although the Holy See has not gone to the Anjibena Hospital to make trouble since the Witches' Secret Council, the monks led by Brother Jensen have not stopped their hostility and slander against this new type of medicine led by Sean, and it still affects a large part of the people.

Now a missionary who agrees with his medical skills and wants to communicate with him suddenly seems strange no matter how you look at it, unless the other party is a deviant person who is different from the mainstream ideas of the Holy Aether Holy See.

Although there is this possibility, Sean, who is unwilling to cause more trouble, still chooses to refuse.

But I didn't expect the other party's will to be so firm, this is a good way to hear, it's ugly, it's a dog skin plaster, sticking to it, and squatting at the door of Anji Bena Hospital every day.

However, he didn't know Sean, only that the famous Dr. Tang was a young Andes, so he was entangled with every young Andean who came in and out of Anjibena's Hospital, and he was tired of the young doctors that Sean brought, and they were all hiding in the hospital recently and refusing to go out.

"Bring him to my office!"

Sean finally decided to meet this unusual missionary Darnell, not because he was moved by his perseverance, but because he was really an apostate of the Holy Aether Holy See, and he must be a hard-hearted person.

The last thing this kind of person lacks is patience and perseverance, and it is not a matter for him to work at the gate of the hospital.

The middle-aged missionary, more precisely, was moving from middle age to old age, and his temples were already able to see a trace of gray hair, and the age of the other party was no less than sixty years old, which was only a conservative estimate.

Because in him, Sean felt like a lake, surging vitality, this exuberant vitality, he had only felt in one person - the champion knight Starbuck.

It's a sign that the physical fitness has reached a certain limit, in other words, Sean is standing in front of a champion knight.

If this is not enough, it is not enough to shock Sean, what really makes Sean feel his scalp tingle is that he feels a vast, invisible and insubstantial power in the other party's body - magic power.

There is only one possibility that the other party is not only a champion knight, but also a master-level warlock, who properly stands at the top of the food chain in this world.