"Second ......" The thin and pale middle finger was halfway up and suddenly stopped.

Evanian put his hand down, propped it on the desk, frowned, and looked at the girl in front of him: "I'm sorry, Eiffel, I'm a little tired, I'll talk about these things later, can you go out now?"

"......" The white-haired head maid faltered, but she was silent for a while, looking at Evan Ian's increasingly ugly face, and finally said nothing, "Yes, your will is my glory, Master Ian." ”

The moment Iofita closed the door to the study, Suzo couldn't hold on any longer, covering his mouth with his right hand, and he coughed violently.

On the back of his right hand, the silver coat of arms flickered and agitated, wriggling like a living thing, and every time the coat of arms shone brightly, the magic and physical strength in Su Zuo's body would be swallowed up in an instant.

As the magic and physical strength disappeared, a feeling of dizziness hit Su Zuo's heart, and the oppressed trachea blocked the tip of his tongue, making it difficult to breathe. He slipped on his feet, knelt on the thick gilt desk, and raised his right hand, which was constantly shining with silver light, to his eyes, and the dark red blood in his palm was connected.

Su Zuo smiled bitterly and put his hand down.

Breathing like an asthma patient.

"If possible, I'd like to take a more modest approach......."

Outside the study door, Iofita leaned her back against the study door, clinging to it, and waited until the movement in the room disappeared before she bit her lip and left......

If he could, Su Zuo also wanted to wait five to ten years, after Citibank had gathered more than half of Nanling's black silver coins, and then pry the big lock of deflation.

But one night in the second year after the implementation of the "Evan Ian Project", a strange thing suddenly happened to Su Zuo, who was copying the magic book in his bedroom, he was surprised to find that the silver rune that had been quietly hidden under the skin on the back of his right hand suddenly shone, and then the magic power in his body began to drain rapidly, and when he watched his magic power being devoured in a helpless manner, followed by great pain, his physical strength began to drain towards the coat of arms little by little. Eventually, unable to bear the pain, Su Zuosheng fainted in pain, and was not discovered until the next morning by Iofita, who had risen early.

The cause of the disease, which even the imperial physician could not pinpoint, was more of a curse than an illness, and the silver thorn crest on the back of his hand flashed every few days, never stopping.

I don't know the principle, I don't know the mechanism, even if the skin on the back of the hand is torn off, the coat of arms will still flash on the bones.

For some reason, Su Zuo had a feeling that this was a curse rooted in his soul, and the moment he made a contract with the Demon Dao Book, it had already been attached to him, and it was not something that could be removed by physical means.

Su Zuo carefully concealed this truth, on the one hand, comforting the people around him, it was just a loss of magic and physical strength, but on the other hand, he quietly changed the plan in his hand, and detonated the bombshell of the currency crisis he planted in advance......

The 8% decline in the silver content of black silver coins every year is enough to shake the original cornerstone of the entire imperial monetary system, and while constantly depreciating black silver coins, they are crazy to suppress the price of silver, so that the entire Nanling market is inflated, and forcing the Nanling nobles, who will never take the stored silver coins out of the cellar for a dry in their lives, are horrified that they will do nothing, and the property in their hands will fall wildly at a rate of 8 percent per year, desperately sell the black silver coins in their hands, and exchange them for other more reliable and stable appreciation products.

For example, the goods produced in Evanian's factory.

Only the flowing wealth is the real wealth, modern economics is not just the interest rate, interest, exchange rate, principal and interest of the dead version of the dead money, but the capital chain, the flow of capital, the transfer of gold and goods, only when the money flows into the market, the roar of money will turn into a sweeping torrent of civilization, driving all people to spontaneously and consciously desperately climb upstream - and this is never something that the planned economy can do.

The shrewd aristocracy resold Suzo's industrial goods, and without Suzo raising his own fleet of airboats, his industrial goods were naturally sold to Nanling and even throughout the empire; the clever aristocracy exchanged privilege for technology, allowing Suzo's Citibank to enter their own territory and build an industrialized factory next to their own city, and consciously played the role of a pioneer of national capitalism.

Even for ordinary aristocrats, Suzo also provided a series of virtual financial products such as Duke's palace debts, industrial product futures bonds, and factory stock coupons for them to invest in.

The level of magical civilization of the empire has long surpassed that of the 18th century in Suzo's impression, but only in the industrialization and industrial system, it is still at the level of small workshops, handicrafts and human and animal power agricultural products.

But even so, it is still very difficult to change the ideology of a country and a population, even in Nanling, an imperial enclave that has just been established for less than seventy years, the ideas of the conservative aristocracy are still so deep-rooted, and that kind of huge rebound force, as long as Su Zuo is not paying attention to it, it is likely to explode suddenly and drag him into the dark abyss......

"Woo-!"

The long dragon of steel puffed billowing white smoke, and this behemoth metal machine, no matter how many times Emerson sat down, still felt so incredible.

A steel train that thirty earth-walking dragons can't drag, just a steam locomotive that spews white gas, can drag thousands of people and equipment, rumbling on silver steel rails, the power of magic is really amazing.

"Look, let's go, we're home!" the companion smiled and patted Emerson on the shoulder, telling him to get up quickly.

Emerson was stunned, and then he reacted - the train had arrived.

The war is finally over, and he, home.

Even if he was as silent as him, he couldn't help but smile as happily as his companion, he nodded desperately, and his nose was sour: "Yes, we are back." ”

Shouldering the rifle on his back, Emerson followed his companion and jumped out of the ranks.

In the open space in front of the platform, the squad leader nodded to the head:

"Syllen!" "Here!" "Joma!" "Here!"

"Emerson!"

Staring at the squad leader's lips, the moment his mouth squirmed, Emerson opened his mouth-

Emerson was then struck the shoulder, and he was so unsteady that he almost threw himself on the rifle of his companion in front of him.

"Oops, sorry......"

An apology came from the back of his head, and Emerson, who was dazed by the bang, turned his head, only to see a familiar, handsome blonde man.

"Ge...... Lord Georg!" Emerson was stunned for a moment before he realized who was the person who hit him, his expression instantly became cramped, and he hurriedly stood up and saluted. The nearest elector is not in the rank system of the New Model Army, so he can only call each other that.

"Ah...... It's too crowded here, I accidentally bumped into you, are you okay?" Georg smiled humbly, he used his arm to protect the girl in his arms, now he is no longer the knight dress on the battlefield, wide brimmed hat, white shirt, waist short trench coat, handsome gentleman plus accurate grasp of today's fashion, no wonder so many young girls in White Rose City are fascinated by him.

And the girl in his arms is dressed much more classically, dressed in a traditional Nanling court long skirt, but even so, the goose yellow luxurious long skirt decorated with cloud patterns highlights the silent and slightly sad temperament of the girl, the soft long hair falls from the neck to the waist, it looks like black, but under the refraction of the light, it exudes a faint, like black and gold-like color, and the fragrance floats over faintly from a long distance, which is really graceful.

As soon as Emerson's eyes fell on her, he couldn't take it away—even if it was just a back—and he forgot to answer Georg's question for a while, until his companion pushed him, and he suddenly coughed and reacted: "Uhhhhhhhhhhh It's okay!"

"That's good. Georg nodded, then reached out and pressed his hat, and whispered to the girl in his arms, "Miss, please follow me." ”

Emerson watched blankly as the backs of the two disappeared into the soldiers on the platform, then sighed.

He knows it well.

Even Georg, the girl who has to be treated with respect is not at all within his reach......

Evan Ian looked at the invitation letter in his hand, this admission letter from the Young Dragon Academy was beyond the reach of Su Zuo in the past, but for Evan Ian now, this is just a piece of waste paper that he will naturally send to the door as long as he sits at home and waits for his age.

Yes, that's right, it's waste paper.

Throwing this piece of waste paper into the trash can, Evan Ian rubbed his shoulders and stood up, he dealt with the affairs of the morning, when Grand Duke Ian was away, the triple responsibilities of the Nanling Taishou, the Lord of Rose County, and the City Lord of White Rose City all fell on him, and it took a long time to deal with all kinds of documents every day, and it took more than a hundred to sign orders alone, not to mention the time spent reviewing them.

The people outside only saw the glory of the Duke's Palace in the past nine years, but they did not see the emaciated body of Evan Ian. The complicated government affairs, the curse of Yulantil, thinking about it at night, and the four Evan Ian plans that have been changed and changed, just to create the earthly divine kingdom in his heart, have exhausted Evan Ian's energy and physical strength. Evanian had a hunch that if he continued like this, and allowed Yolantil's curse to develop, he would probably die of illness due to physical prostration before Feldnan died of old age.

Evan Ian looked at the black magic book on his desk with complicated eyes, tightly bound by several silver chains, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on it.

Evanian sighed, and after a good night's sleep, the magic in his body had recovered nearly half, but the feeling of weakness in his body was even worse. Every time the curse occurs, this sense of weakness becomes more obvious, and the opposite is the improvement of mana, and now Su Zuo can only be said to be a mid-level arcane mage at the level of arcane theory, but if any ** master inadvertently checks his magic level, he will definitely be frightened by the vast sea of magic in his body.

If Evangel was the same Suzo he was nine years ago, he would probably rather bear the expensive price of exchanging his physical strength for magic power and continue to pursue power, but for Evangel now, this is just a terrible curse that will kill him at some point.

Evan Ian coughed lightly, he had a premonition that he would be killed by this curse one day, and this time limit was probably not far from him now, so he had to calm the undercurrent of chaos in the current calm situation of Nanling before everything finally settled.

Although Suzo's initial approach was not so radical, there was a smooth transition and a radical solution.

And among the four reports spread out on the desk in front of Evan Ian, the first to bear the brunt was the intelligence of the "Crescent" of the Southridge rebel alliance.

Reform will inevitably be accompanied by pain and the elimination of the old and the new, and fresh flesh and blood can grow in the right direction under the right guidance. However, the purulent sores and abscesses that cannot be changed must be neatly removed before they can contaminate normal tissues.

Suzo prepared the cutting board, Evan Ian prepared the knife, the actors on stage were ready, and the curtain of the play was about to open.

Eight years of waiting, Ho Zeng was just one of the rebels intent on assassinating Evanian.

After eight years of waiting, it was Evan Ian himself who finally waited for this curtain call......

As you wish, the prelude to the curtain call, the second volume is a gorgeous (probably) stage style (probably).

In addition, the evaluation that the water reached my ears in the previous chapter was terrible, but why did the recommendation vote double as usual?

Completely messy in the wind, tired and loveless.

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