In the study, Graves was struggling to write, when his thoughts suddenly got stuck, and he hurriedly pulled out a book from a stack of books beside him, quickly turned to a certain page, and bit the pen to read carefully.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a goose yellow dress floated in.

Stepping on the soft carpet, Vanessa simply kicked off the high heels on her feet, and the maid standing outside the door didn't know where to conjure up a pair of soft-soled slippers, bent down and followed behind Vanessa, helped her young white feet to help her change into slippers, and then picked up the high-heeled leather shoes on the ground and exited the study without saying a word, and closed the door with her hand.

Vanessa walked around behind Graves, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "Dear...... It's a shame you didn't go to the ball today, and the piano maestro Flickry accompanied the ball, and I don't even know when he arrived in the New World. It was very unfortunate that Master Flickley had been in Tavaré before, and had just happened to be in the midst of war, and he had fled all the way from Tavaré! and the ladies who had come all the way wept with grief when they heard what had happened to the Master, and Mrs. Benafort invited him to join us by train back to Yorktown......

However, Graves had been reading intently and seemed to be deaf to Vanessa's words.

Vanessa simply stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arm to snatch the book from Graves' hand, which caught the attention of the attentive scholar.

Graves turned around and wanted to snatch the book back, but his face bumped into Vanessa's, no matter how good-tempered a man is, he still has a temper, and the two simply quarreled.

After resting, Vanessa leaned into Graves' arms and asked, "Were you writing to that person so seriously?"

Graves nodded and said, "Yes, the topic he proposed is very interesting, and if it is really solved, it may be possible to develop a fuel in addition to coal." ”

"Is that the black oil? the kind that the city of Zipewa used to defend the city?"

"Yes, that's it, but it's just a rough product, and Mr. Hei proposed to use distillation to purify the black oil, and successfully separated the black oil into light and heavy oil in a laboratory environment...... I'm trying to use the formation method to help with the separation, hoping to use less energy than the distillation method used in the lab......"

Vanessa saw that the man was about to start chattering again, so she hurriedly changed the topic: "If you use the formation, do you still need the source stone to drive? The source stone is so expensive now, what kind of oil is used to refine it, it will definitely lose!"

Graves thought Vanessa was interested in the conversation, so he said: "It must not all be driven by source stones, the source stones only ensure the operation of the key formations, and the main energy source still depends on the transcendental......"

Vanessa changed the topic back and sighed: "Your sister has a special respect for that Mr. Black, do you think he is really a person from the Kingdom of Light? The people of the Kingdom of Light also know so many mechanical manufacturing and formations, it is really amazing! Do you think we can travel to the Kingdom of Light? When I think of those exotic cities and people, I am very excited......

Graves smiled: "Of course Mr. Black is amazing, the nitroglycerin that Alfred and I got was solved thanks to his suggestion, which was easy to explode and inconvenient to transport......"

Vanessa sighed, "If I hadn't known he was a man, I would have been angry and ignored you!"

But after a while, Vanessa pulled Graves and asked, "You say, this time my brother came to Medis, probably not just to catch the fashion to take the train, right?"

"Of course not, he's just been to Zipewa and now he's coming to Medis, it must be something he needs to do, Mayor Owen and Mayor Thornton have to form an alliance. ”

Graves simply analyzes Vanessa carefully, and in addition to technical research, he is also very good at business and political analysis, and he is very good at using known information to make inferences.

"I think your brother wants to unite the mayors of the other two regions with nothing more than three things: first, to unite against the Kingdom of Light in the south, second, to unite against the independent army in the north, and third, to fight together against the heavy taxes of the Empire. In fact, if they can agree on the first two things, the third thing will definitely be done together.

All three of these are major events that threaten the stability of the northern part of the New World.

My sister said that the Kingdom of Light would not have more territorial claims to the northern part of the New World, and if my sister was right, then the biggest threat to the northern part of the New World would be the heavy taxes of the Empire. As for the Independence Army in the Draenor Mountains, their influence will not extend beyond the Draenor Mountains, and even if they are independent, we still have a way to control the resources of Draenor, whether it is Mithril or Source Stone, but we have just dug it ourselves, and it has become the aborigines of Draenor digging for us.

The real crisis is high taxes, and in the past five years, the commercial tax on the New World has tripled, with a tax rate of 30 percent, so that our products simply cannot compete with similar goods produced in the North.

If it continues, the factories will either be destroyed or relocated to the North, and the New World will be reduced to the production of primary raw materials and the dumping of industrial products in the North.

Oh, and there's the mineral tax, which is also a very nasty thing, and when it comes to stamp duty, commercial contracts have to be taxed according to the subject matter of the contract, which is a robbery!

By the way, it is said that they will also tax the newly opened stock market.

Anyway, the issue of excessive taxation is the only issue on which the city council can agree with your brother......"

Vanessa slipped into Graves' arms and stopped him with her lips.

......

That night, the mayor of the Madis, Thornton, couldn't sleep.

Unlike Hoffa, Thornton doesn't have a deep background, and his family is only a small baron in the North, and according to his original plan, he will return to the North with his family after stepping down as mayor of Medice.

Over the years, as mayor of Medis, Thornton and the local councillors have accumulated various contradictions, such as the high tax policy of the empire, which was implemented faster and more comprehensively by the Medis than York City and Zippewa, and Thornton has contributed a lot here.

Thornton had heard of what had happened in Ilga, where the mob clamoring for revolution had killed the nobles and plundered their property, and even if the pirates who had taken the lead had withdrawn, the legions that had taken back the city would not be able to punish the entire city's inhabitants. The Legion's plan to hunt down riot activists immediately triggered a city-wide march, but the plan had to be aborted in order not to exacerbate the conflict.

In the end, the heirs of the nobles only recovered the land and the looted houses.

So when he heard that the same thing had happened to his hometown of Norland, Thornton was so anxious that he couldn't wait to fly back to Norland immediately to see what was going on at home!

Can Norrland still go back?

After staying up in the middle of the night, Thornton's chaotic mind gradually calmed down, and he thought carefully about Hoffa's proposal.

The more he thought about it, the more Thornton broke out in a cold sweat, making the sheets wet.

The timing was so bad!

The royal family is in a confrontation with the Duchy of Stuart, and there is no time to estimate the New World.

Hoffa could have joined forces with Owen to declare a boycott of unreasonable taxes, and if he still wanted to stand his ground at this time, it would only take an accident or an assassination to shut him up.

Then the members of the city council, who had long been looking forward to a tax cut, would elect an interim mayor to replace them, and the interim mayor would certainly join the anti-tax coalition between York City and Zipewa at the first opportunity.

It may be a good idea to quit your job, but where do I go after I quit?

Norland's home is gone!

No, the taxes that should be collected at that time will still be collected, but they will be less than the current tax rate, and the money will no longer be exchanged for various raw materials and shipped back to the empire, but will be intercepted by the city hall.

Didn't Hoffa want to form a new army to deal with the indigenous people of the north who were fighting for independence?

Didn't Owen want to rebuild Zipewa's city defenses?

Isn't this all rich?

In the face of the Bright God Kingdom in the south, Grant of the 11th Army had already proposed a plan to expand the army, but the royal family never passed it, and to be honest, he didn't want to dig it out.

So, as long as there is money, the Eleventh Army can also be bought.

If the three cities of the New World and the Eleventh Legion are monolithic, the royal family will not be able to do anything about it, and send someone to arrest Hoffa and Owen and punish them?U9 eBook

Don't be funny, unless you send a few thousand legionnaires!

The royal family can only knock out teeth and swallow blood, and wait until the conflict with Stuart is resolved, and then deal with the problems of the New World.

When the time comes, if they are full-fledged, they may be able to fight for the treatment of a principality. If you are at a loss, you can claim a status similar to that of the Viceroyalty of Tavare and gain more autonomy by paying an annual tribute.

If it's really pressed, you can still choose to surrender the Duchy of Stuart, Stuart has lost its colonies in the New World, and she will definitely want to make up for it.

In this way, if you contend with the general trend, not only will your efforts be futile and unstoppable, but your life will also be in danger.

From it!

Thinking of this, Thornton sat up from the bed, and his body felt extremely transparent.

Those rubbish of the royal family, even my hometown can't be guarded, I have nowhere to go!

......

At this time, in the northern region, the city of Montpellier has just ushered in the early morning.

The sleeping hairy feet leaning against the corner of the wall were woken up by the bald man, rubbed their sleepy eyes, and looked around.

The room was in shambles, silver cutlery was thrown to the floor, drunken pirates were lying on the ground, and only a handful could fall asleep on the table.

Yesterday's celebration party was crazy!

Following the bald man's guidance, Hairy Feet found a red-clothed figure slowly walking towards the balcony.

This is the residence of a local viscount in Montpellier, with a banquet hall on the second floor and a balcony facing the beautiful garden. And the woman in red standing on the balcony is the leader of this team, Huo Feng.

After thirty years of getting along with the bald man, Hairy Foot could guess what he wanted to say from a glance. Pulled by the bald man, he stood up, patted him on the shoulder with his hairy feet, told him that he would definitely live up to his trust, and then walked towards the balcony with three staggering steps.

The bald man has a stupid mouth, and there are some things that he still needs to say by himself.

Hairy feet came to the balcony, propped their hands on the guardrail of the wrought iron ornaments, facing the garden, and did not squint, as if enjoying the sunrise.

At this time, the horizon has been dyed red by the morning sun, which is very beautiful.

"Whew......" Mao Foot let out a long breath and squinted at the woman beside him.

The lips were slightly open, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the long chestnut hair fluttered quietly in the wind.

"Sister, where is our next goal?" Montpellier is too small to be a challenge. Otherwise, let's go fight Mion!"

The fire crested head didn't reply, and said lightly: "How much did you drink last night? Are you still talking drunk? With just our people, can we beat down Miang?"

Hairy Feet raised his head and said: "Why can't we, now everywhere we go, people have volunteered to help us." The revolutionary enthusiasm of the people is very high! Maybe when we reach the city of Mion, the people of Mion will have already disarmed all the city guards, waiting for us to receive them!"

Huofeng turned his head to look at Maojiao, and looked carefully at his subordinates, who have a lot of ghost ideas, and usually like to play tricks, but fortunately, the battle is considered brave, but is this brain stupid to drink?

Not to mention that it is an inland city that cannot be supported by ships, it is not possible to say that the city guards and legions in the city are not something that hundreds of people like them can compete.

"You go wash your face, a few dishes will be stupid. ”

Mao Foot scratched his head and said, "So we didn't go to Miang? So where are we going? This month, we have occupied four towns in a row, and if we follow this direction, isn't it just going to Miang?"

Huofeng leaned against the guardrail with his back and supported his body with both hands, "Hehe, you deliberately said the opposite, trying to trick me, what's the matter?

Mao Foot immediately explained: "Don't dare, don't dare, I just want to know when we will return to the sea, we have been floating on the sea all our lives, and we have been on land for a long time, so we are not comfortable." ”

"Don't worry, you're tired, why am I not tired? After that, we will go back to rest, and if you want to buy a house or land, you can take the opportunity to arrange. Everyone has earned a lot this year, and the money earned is to spend it. Huofeng said.

"Our mission has been accomplished, if we stop now, will the revolutionary fire that we have finally ignited ......?" Mao Foot was secretly happy in his heart, but still showed a disappointed expression.

"What are you worried about? It's just a temporary rest, if you want to fight, you have a chance!"

Mao Foot suddenly thought of a question, and hurriedly asked, "Eldest sister, where did you say we should go back to rest?" ”

Huo Feng laughed: "Did I say where to rest?"

"Not really!"

"Didn't you?"

Mao Foot hurriedly said: "Indeed not!"

"That's right, no, because I don't know!"

Although Mao Foot didn't ask them where the pirates who had experienced a year of guerrilla warfare would go to rest, they could hear from Huofeng's words that it was a place where they could buy houses and land and enjoy life, and it was a place where they could spend the wealth they had looted.

Hairy Feet was very, very looking forward to it, and he believed that the bald man would be very happy to know the news.

The revenge army, composed of more than 1,000 pirates, fought guerrilla warfare in the northern region for a year, capturing three large cities and nearly twenty small towns.

More than half of the casualties were lost, the ammunition supply was exhausted, and it was finally ready to evacuate the northern regions.

They plundered everywhere and were hated by the nobles and legions, but they were also welcomed and loved by the lower classes because they distributed the plundered wealth to the people.

With gunpowder, guns and swords, but also brought about revolution.

Sang a song all over the Northern Regions:

Have you ever heard the people singing?

The angry people sang loudly.

He who sings will never be a slave.

The drums of war are stirring, and the heartbeat is harmonious.

Brave New World, tomorrow will come.