"Heh, heh......" Chris squeezed out an ugly smile to hide his shock: it seems that his understanding of common sense is useless in this world.

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

In this case, 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 his eyes off the very beautiful dragon slaying mural: "There are dragons in the Arrant Empire? ”

"Not really." Wagron opened his mouth and replied, "The Arrant Empire, the surrounding kingdoms and many noble castles are all 'mortal' countries, and there is no magical aura here, and there are no magical creatures here. ”

"Because there is no magic atmosphere, it is not suitable for magicians to live and cultivate, and those powerful magic empires can't look down on this place, so they can only let us manage it, pay taxes, and rule us indirectly." Dean then added: "The Arrant Empire is a powerful mortal empire nearby. ”

"Of course, even the weakest of the magic empires can easily defeat mortal nations - they have dragon knights, they have magicians...... We are not opponents at all. As if it had been arranged, Stred spoke for the third time and introduced, "Your grandfather was named the Lord of Seris City after he fought against the invasion of wild dragons. ”

"Okay." Chris shrugged his shoulders with a sense of resignation. Now he can only plan slowly, cautiously and tentatively develop.

The good news is not without it: since dragons can be killed by mortals, it doesn't seem impossible to deal with. If Chris really came up with an anti-aircraft gun, it is estimated that it will not be a difficult thing to slay the dragon.

"How many soldiers do I have as the lord of the city, and how many properties do I have under my name? How much power do you have...... Tell me about it. Looking at the steak in front of him, Chris was even less appetizing now, so he quickly got to work.

Three of his men were a bit capable, and it didn't take long for Chris to understand all the belongings he had.

As a lord, Ellan Hill Chris had a strong cavalry force of 300 men, as well as about 1,000 city guards.

The city of Seris is located on a major transportation route, and there are many small handicraft workshops, and the agricultural production is not bad, earning about 1,000 gold coins a year.

By any measure, Serris City was a good place to be 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 being taxed? Did you know that? Chris thought for a moment and asked Deans.

Dean smiled bitterly and replied: "My lord, the Arrant Empire also has to pay taxes to the powerful magic empire further west, as for why the price increases, whether the price rises or not, it depends on the mood of those magicians." ”

This is a typical act of conflict transfer, the Arrant Empire is similar to a comprador in that it throws all the taxes it has to pay to the surrounding small states and lords, so that it can relieve its own pressure and even reap a profit.

"Do we have any specialty?" Chris, who didn't have a good way to throttle, turned to open source.

If you can find more ways to make money, it will not be a problem to pay a heavy tax of 1000 gold coins.

"We have a very special metal called Pyroxenite, which is very hard and light, and it is a good material for making weapons." "In addition, we have a carpentry workshop where we can produce some furniture, which is of good quality and is very popular with the nobles. ”

"Another major tax item is tolls, which have a surplus of about 100 gold coins a year. But tolls are risky, and if our tolls are high, there will be fewer businessmen and travelers, and income will not increase significantly. Dean added.

Chris nodded, somewhat understanding the current situation. There weren't many problems that needed to be solved, at least not in his opinion.

"It seems that we can only find a way to deal with these specialties first, and it may be a good idea to increase production capacity." Chris made up his mind and said to the retainers in front of him.

"We have a limited number of craftsmen, and both carpenters and apprentices are already working hard." Stred seemed to be the one in charge of this, and he explained: "It's the same with the pyrite side, if we conscript more civilians, it will affect farming, discontent will spread, and the freedmen in the territory will migrate. ”

"Who said that you have to have more people to increase production capacity?" Once again, Chris had a confident smile on his face - he had a lot more ways to do that than the people in front of him, because in another world, a car production line wouldn't need a few workers.

The knowledge in his head may not be able to be used for things like dragon slaying for the time being, but it will definitely be easy to improve some productivity and make the carpenter's job easier.

"I can draw some parts, and if our blacksmith can make them, it can make the rest of the work easier." He stood up from the dinner table and said eagerly, "When I was unconscious, I heard God's instructions to me!" God has shown me the way, and Ceris will be blessed by God to become the most glorious city in this world! ”

With that, he took the lead and walked out, and Vagoron followed quickly, with some uneasiness, as if he was afraid that Chris, who was a little insane, would once again be unable to think of looking for a short time.

"Alas...... If the gods really care for this land, how can they make this a forbidden demon realm and let us suffer here? Dean looked at Chris's back in the distance and sighed a little lonely.

"Yes, we are all mortal forsaken by God...... I've known this since I was two years old. Sterred sighed in the same way.

"What do you think...... Are you really okay? Speaking of which, Deans asked Steady beside him with some weakness.

Instead of answering his colleague, Steed shook his head worriedly, indicating his attitude.

Chris didn't hear his men talking about him, and he walked down the corridor to his office door under Wagron's guidance. There were two guards standing at the door, and it was clear that the rules in the castle had not been broken during the time he had been unconscious.

The other man clenched his fist against his chest and saluted Chris, who pushed the door and walked into his room. The furnishings inside are a little more luxurious than Chris imagined, and it seems that the owner of this place still knows how to live before.

The room full of books makes it look charming, and the huge glass windows behind it let in more sunlight, making it much brighter than the inside of the castle.

"I'll make some stuff for myself here, and you can come to me for dinner." Chris pushed Guevalon's door out and closed the door.

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

The drawings from the pre- and post-Industrial Revolution periods weren't really smart, and Chris had to explain them in notes so that others could understand the parts.

As the sun set, the light dimmed, and Vaglon knocked on Chris's door, causing the lord to realize the passage of time and pause his drawing for a moment.

"I'll have enough candles to bring here for me to use at night. Also, how can you find a few more candlesticks, how can one be enough? Chris stretched and watched the setting sun before giving a series of orders to the attendants who had followed Wagron.

When the waiter left the study, Chris rolled up a thick stack of drawings on the table and handed it to Waglon: "Waglon! You go to the workshop yourself, find the craftsmen, and let them build the parts! Use it as fast as you can, and after it's done, I'll have a reward! ”

Vaglon took the drawings and immediately nodded in agreement: "My lord, I'll go!" We have the best craftsmen who can make the best armor! ”

Chris nodded and let Vagron leave, then he had a casual dinner and locked himself in the study again until the candles ran out, and then went back to the bedroom to rest.

The next day was almost noon, and Chris hadn't opened his eyes yet. He only slept in the middle of the night, and today he is going to talk about a love affair with his quilt.

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

Chris, who hadn't had a good rest, stretched his waist before yawning and commanding, "Come in!" …… What's up? ”

General Vaglon walked into Chris's dormitory with the sword at his waist, and reported, "The blacksmiths have all the parts you wanted. ”

"So fast? That's great! Chris was sleepy, scratching his hair and jumping out of bed, and began to put on his clothes.

He had black hair, which according to the waiters was a foreign trade trait handed down from the ancestors of the Irlanhill family. Chris loves his shapely body now, and he loves his handsome face now - he looked in the mirror last night, and this face can really be said to be impeccably handsome.

What made Chris a little unhappy was that the aristocratic costumes of this world were very complicated, and he was full of irritability when he was dressing, and he had to ask the waiter to come forward to help. Finally able to go out, his face is a little better.

Compared with the well-defined professional processing bases in later generations, the factory craftsmen here are still working together in a haphazard manner.

Next to the blacksmith's shop is a carpentry workshop, separated by a canal for fire prevention. Everywhere there was a busy scene, and the sound of sawing wood in the carpentry workshop came and went.

Although the craftsmen who only got the drawings last night didn't know what they were doing, they were still desperately trying to create the parts they were responsible for. After all, this is an order from the lord, and I heard that it can also be deducted from taxes and even rewarded.

"That's it! Now let's witness the miracle of industrial civilization together! Chris moved his shoulders and neck, rubbing his wrists and walking over to the pile of parts.