In the dark Maham Mine, the shadow of the devil flickered as the lights jumped.

Pointed, bald, triangular tail, black wings.

Nasrezm smirked and laughed, "Humble creatures, worship this mighty creature from the abyss of fear!

"When did Nasrezm, who resembled a scavenger entrenched in a stinking ditch, deserve the word 'great shore'?"

The icy sound made it feel like falling into an ice cave.

It turned its head slowly, and saw two human-like beings, staring at it with interest.

It was a very uncomfortable gaze, like a butcher at the cutting board, carrying a boning knife, thinking about where to use the knife to perfectly display the skills of Ku Ding.

Anivia smiled, "Looks like we've come at the right time. ”

Nasrezm tried to escape from the space shuttle, but his consciousness, at some point, seemed to be detached from his physical body—it lost the ability to control its own body.

The frightened gaze quickly froze, and a layer of crystal frost covered its eyelids.

Before you know it, it's frozen in place, turning into a lifelike ice sculpture.

Li Ang patted the ice sculpture formed after Nasrezm froze, and said in a relaxed tone: "I'll just say that as long as you follow the position of the leaders of the various forces, you will definitely be able to pull the pigtails of this group of conspirators." ”

The Goblin King came back to his senses at this moment: "Thank God, if it weren't for you, I would definitely be controlled by this bastard...... I would venture to ask, who are you?"

"I am the patron saint of the Ain Valen, he is of the Ain El clan, and as for the name, you don't need to know it. ”

"It turned out to be those pointy-eared ......"

It suddenly covered its mouth: "I'm sorry, I was rude." ”

Goblins generally have a bad opinion of elves, as they deny that goblins have a common ancestor, believing that ugly and inferior goblins are not worthy of being compared to elves.

Although they have similar pointed ears.

This discrimination makes it difficult for goblins to have a good impression of elves.

Of course, Anivia didn't mind this offense, she chuckled: "It's okay, you must be careful in the next period of time, although after a short observation, there are no demons lurking on the Dwarf King's side, but it is not ruled out that they will not come in the future." ”

"I will!"

The Goblin King nodded vigorously.

Leon said, "Anivia, let's continue." ”

"Good. ”

The white light flashed, and the two men had disappeared without a trace.

The Goblin King was a little stunned.

"Wouldn't it be nice if the goblins could have their own patronus?"

"Even if it's shared with the dwarves. ”

Unfortunately, although the dwarves believe in the King of the Forge and the Forge of Forge are the main gods who live in the kingdom of God, not the true gods who can come down to the world at any time, or the demigods who simply stay on the earth.

...

The capital of the empire, Kalade.

In the dim factory, black dust was spread all over the ground, and from time to time there was a roar of steel like the roar of a vicious beast.

It was a steel mill, and the steel produced here would be made into countless armors, swords, and arming their armies, and the empire was now able to maintain a large number of armored cavalry regiments, and this new factory-type production organization was indispensable.

Trein, on the other hand, was an employee of the steel plant.

He wore a linen mask with yellowed edges and blackened middle, and stood in the crowd staring directly at the brightly dressed aristocratic lord on the stage above.

This aristocratic lord, whom he had never met before, was talking about something, but no one would listen to his nonsense.

Trein was the same, and he wondered if he could beg the steward to pay him his last month's salary when he got off work tonight.

He wanted to send the money to his sister in the country.

Two of the co-workers who lived together died last month, one of them died of illness and coughed up blood all over the ground before he died, and the other fell into a furnace full of molten iron and could not get a single bone out.

He felt that he might die suddenly one day, and at that time, the steward owed him wages, and there was no one to ask for it.

His sister will also lose her life, either starving to death at home or being reduced to a brothel.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the key word "bread", he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and began to listen to the noble lord's speech.

The strange tone of the aristocratic lord, and the habit of using many elegant figures of speech, which is different from the country slang, complicates the otherwise simple words, and he must concentrate and chew repeatedly to understand his meaning half-intelligible.

Someone cautiously asked, "Sir, do you mean that every night, when we leave the factory, we receive a pound of brown bread?"

The noble lord smiled kindly: "Of course, from tonight, you will be able to receive it." ”

The hired man took off his shabby hat with black hair, bowed down, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your generosity and kindness!"

"It doesn't matter, the labor you have put in is glorious, valuable, and you are fighting for the rise of the entire empire, this pound of black bread is a reward and recognition for you, as long as you continue to work hard, you will be rewarded more in the future. ”

Moffett said righteously.

Trein raised his hand and shouted, "Master, we haven't paid our salary last month!"

It can be clearly seen that the noble lord's face quickly became gloomy, and he called the steward of the factory and reprimanded him loudly.

Trein felt a little happy, the steward who used to have his nose tilted to the sky, but now he was submissive, as if he was begging him for wages.

It seems that this noble lord is really a rare good person!

After the noble noble lord reprimanded the steward, he looked at the hired workers again and said gently: "Last month's salary will be paid to each of you within three days. ”

The hired men immediately cheered, and some even wept with joy.

No one knows what this meager salary means to them.

The noble lord waved his hand to stop cheering, and he said in a tone that was still strange, but no longer tiresome, "Go to work, the soldiers of the Empire's front line against demons are desperately waiting for the steel you produce. ”

"For the Empire!"

"For Lord Moffett!"

"Let's go!"

The workers dispersed, and the enthusiasm for work was high.

The factory steward looked up, his face showing no embarrassment from being humiliated in public.

Master Moffett tugged at the corners of his mouth contemptuously: "You see, if I give them a little benefit that should belong to them, they will be grateful to me." ”

"By the way, York, their future salary will still be deducted for a month, if someone makes trouble, appease first, as for the leader, I don't need to say more about how to solve it. ”

The factory manager named York had a clear smile on his face: "I understand, sir, as usual." ”

"By the way, I've heard some people say recently that these guys who were driven from the manor to the factory by us seem to have a tendency to huddle?"

Mr. Moffett took a dull yellow cigar from his bosom and put it to his lips, and the steward immediately took out scissors to cut off the head and tail for him, and handed him a match.

York laughed and said: "There is such a thing, they formed the so-called 'Workers' Association', claiming that all the workers should unite against us big nobles. ”

"Oh, a group of cattle and horses, pigs and sheep, also worthy of calling themselves 'workers'? I think it is better to call them the 'Migrant Animals' Association, a group of inferior untouchables. ”

Master Moffett took a puff of his cigar and exhaled, "This is up to you, be sure to divide and disintegrate them, I don't want any accidents to affect the production plan." ”

York showed a confident expression: "I don't guarantee other factories, but your factory, I dare to promise, within a week, they will collapse." ”

Master Moffett said noncommittally, "You seem to have a plan?"

"Yes, sir, I intend to divide them into three or six or nine according to their origins and regions, and the hired workers recruited in the city of Calad will be paid first-class salaries, and let them be some small stewards, and those in the nearby towns will be hired as second-class hired workers, and so on, and soon their so-called 'worker' association will disintegrate into countless small factions. ”

Master Moffett gave an approving expression: "Very good, York, this thing is done, you can move under your ass." ”

York was ecstatic and hurriedly said: "It is my greatest honor to be able to share the worries of the master." ”

...

Standing at the top of the palace, Emperor Arenal looked at the chimneys in the distance, and the smoke billowed out, casting the entire sky in a haze.

But the bad air will never come close to the palace, where the perfect dusting circle is arranged, the work of the great magician Master Antonios.

"Roots, what do you see?"

His Majesty the Emperor's court eunuch Roots said respectfully: "I saw the factory, Your Majesty. ”

"Do you know what I saw?"

After speaking, without waiting for the eunuch to answer, he said to himself: "I saw two words - 'power'. ”

"Through the chimneys, I can see the exquisite armor of steel and the machines of war, which will arm my armies and make them invincible, and this is the foundation of the empire that no one dares to provoke in the whole world!"

He spread his hand and made a gesture as if he were dominating the world.

He sang in an aria: "My empire, like the sun, cannot be destroyed even by demons." ”

...

The purple-robed patriarch, holding the new code, stood on the street and spoke loudly.

"It is the duty of every citizen of Calradia to defend against demons and protect our homeland, and every household will select a male to join the army. ”

"You are the most glorious, the indispensable cogs and parts of this country, without you, this country will never function again. ”

"So, stand up, and you will be honored on the battlefield - and in the meantime, the families of the deserters will be sent to the frontier and punished severely!"

Laughter rang out below.

"The gears of the factory are replaced every three years, and the ones that are replaced are either rebuilt or simply thrown away. ”

"Who?"

"Who's talking nonsense!"

The patriarch was a little angry.

Although it is no longer a republican era, the status of the senators is still prominent, because they represent the great nobility, and are the spokesmen of the aristocratic power with huge land, estates and factories.

Moreover, he is standing here, as the narrator of the empire, and he also represents the face of the empire, who dares to defy himself so blatantly?

The offender stood in the crowd and smiled contemptuously at him.

"It's a mage. ”

"Oh, that's fine. ”

The anger on the patriarch's face quickly subsided.

Mages were once the foundation of the Calradia Empire, and humans had no gods or magicians, and they used to deal with the magic of the rest of the races only by magic.

But now, times have changed.

Divine magic has disappeared, and although the status of magic has increased for a while, when the demons are destroyed, they are destined to lose a considerable part of their usefulness.

"Let's just tolerate your arrogance for a while. ”

The purple-robed and ribbon-robed patriarch looked at the towering white mage tower at the other end of the city, and snorted softly: "When the demons are destroyed, when the empire's war machinery is completed and armed, I want to see if you can continue to be arrogant!"