Abe, the stranger who went to the First Exchange to collect the futures trading margin, eventually died in a sewer ditch.

It's just that the "marionette", who has no other thoughts than "work", dies much more peacefully than the general manager of the exchange house - he at least does not have to endure the pain of having to beg others to "confess" for him halfway through the caesarean section.

"Why did the communication be interrupted? Why did he dare to disobey the orders of the Senate and continue to fight abroad? His army must immediately retreat back! If the source of this fire in Izumo Castle is not extinguished in time, it will spread to the entire empire in a few days!"

The gauze wrapped around his neck and shoulders oozed blood—the councillor controlled by the Great Vishur had not been completely successful, but the cursed dagger still hurt the health of the stabbed.

The Senate Speaker was even more impatient because of the pain, and the spell treatment was slowly taking effect, but he still hoped that whether it was his own wound or the Usang, the faster the healing speed, the better.

The noble councillors remained in the Senate Chamber after the fire in the city and the assassination of the Speaker—not that they were placed under house arrest, but that they needed to decide quickly on how to deal with the situation in real time.

The gelding was naturally among them, but his mind was not here at all.

The fire in Izumo Castle affected the city's trade, but the Naoetsu talent market was not here. The slave business, which was delivered in large quantities every day, continued, which meant that some accounts had been piled up yesterday without being personally audited.

This kind of auditing system is related to the safe functioning of the Usang Empire, after all, it also involves many interdimensional transactions that cannot be known to a second person - the devil, the demon, the demon of Yugros...... He couldn't afford to offend every big customer in the outer planes, fire djinn, water djinn...... The sultans of the inner plane are even more "ruthless" when it comes to their own interests.

The only reason that allowed him to restrain his temper and stay here honestly was yesterday's assassination.

The gelding did not believe that the Governor would attack the Speaker of the Senate without informing him in advance, and the wounded old fox must have understood the truth as well.

Politics is indeed a game behind the scenes, but a stab in the face crosses the line, and no reasonable ruler will choose to cross this last warning line to maintain order.

The nobleman who carried out the assassination operation had been repeatedly examined by a high-level spellcaster, and it had been confirmed that he was under the influence of a very powerful enchantment-based spell. However, at this time, His Excellency the Speaker only ordered the criminals to be taken into custody for treatment, and ignored them for the time being. Neither severely nor justified the wronged general to clear his name.

This is not normal.

Over the past few hundred years, there have been countless feuds between the old fox and the general general. Whenever it was a matter of the core interests of the Usang Empire, the two sides would choose to compromise and make concessions.

However, at this moment, the general is leading the most elite forces of the U-sang expedition against the powerful Medici Empire, and when the outcome is still uncertain, the speaker of the Senate seems to want to make trouble in the rear and involve its power.

When it comes to those to whom he is allegiant, the steer admonishes himself to be cautious. That's why he chose to wait patiently in the Senate chamber, let Naoetsu's important account books go unattended, and listen to the aristocrats talk to each other about the insurance compensation plan - they are not nobles at all, they are just a rabble who can only calculate small accounts.

The Speaker, who had been in a seizure, kept listening to the secret reports from the staff mage in his ears. The grandson's caesarean apology did not soothe half of his anxiety and anger. If it were possible, he would even want to personally dismantle the incompetent descendant.

The wound on his shoulder was bleeding again—a good thing, the healer said, as the poison's potency was wearing off under the spell's effects, and the clotted mass in the veins was being drained from the body with blood circulation. He took another sip of the potion to restore his vitality, and swallowed it with a disgusting smell similar to the "golden juice" he had smelled when he was young and used to defend the city.

The bad smell lingering in his mouth seemed to remind him of the youth he had too, and he endured the pain and grabbed the wound, and the still solid muscles under the skin that had been pampered for hundreds of years made him sigh with emotion-

At that time, he was only an apprentice blacksmith, and his highest ideal in life was to inherit the business of his master's blacksmith shop, even if he had to endure sleeping every night with his blacksmith daughter whose waist was thicker than his own.

There are always injuries at work, but fortunately they are not serious. The most difficult thing to suffer was only when the weapon hammered out did not meet the mind of the noble lord who served in the blacksmith shop, and when he was hung up and whipped an hourglass, not to mention that he finally counted it all, not doubling it back.

As a blacksmith's apprentice, you have to be busy around the furnace every day like a bee surrounding a honeycomb full of honey.

When the ground ore particles turned from red to lemon and then to bright gold and white in the furnace, he had to quickly clean the slag and lime. Once the color is correct, the glowing crucible must be removed and hung in a metal bracket with a handle.

Then change the tool to lift the bracket and pour the molten iron from the crucible into the mold. The molds vary from box-shaped to wet sand with a few holes in the top, to two stone molds tied together by metal strips, to simply a clay pot.

A wide variety of items can be produced in a mold that are cooled slowly or quickly under the action of air, water, or oil. Some are everyday items, some are for urban needs, and some are conventional standard weapons: iron balls on chains, maces, stirrups, paper clips, items used by camels, carts drawn by camels, cooks or construction workers, and so on.

However, when it comes to creating better weapons, this is not enough of a rudimentary trick.

Some pieces of iron that have been cooled in an open mold will be taken out by a real blacksmith and reheated, and after reaching a certain temperature, a special material will be added to it, and the iron will become steel, and good steel can create a high-quality weapon with elasticity.

Pecan leaves and vanadium-containing compound powder, which is the secret of the formula of the special material that the young speaker did a steal to know. As for the portions, it took a little longer.

The apprentice blacksmith was more creative than his master, and he pioneered the art of mixing and forging several pieces of iron with steel sheets, and later invented a new process of stamping and shaping iron pieces with animal power.

The blacksmith became a steel merchant, who in turn became a royal advisor to the U-sang at the time. After using the stamping process to make the U-san silver coins, the steel merchant and royal advisor became the head of the No. 1 U-so Exchange Office.

After overthrowing the imperial system, he naturally became the leader of the new merchant aristocratic group of the U-Sang Senate - once again taking a step up and becoming the current Speaker.

The old fox's fortune is truly remarkable, and his stepping stones to the top of the table in Izumo Castle were industry and finance, not the family slave trade, as the other senators did.

Therefore, at this time, he knew better than anyone else in the council hall the horror of being tamed by the beast under his feet.

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