The sun is big in the afternoon?

It's hot to shine on?

Cut......

Can reheat have magma heat?

If before going to the tavern, Philip thought he was standing in a volcanic crater that was about to erupt, but now, Philip was standing in a volcano that was already surging and constantly flowing out of boiling magma, surrounded by the liquid after the rock had melted, and the small area where he was standing was constantly melting, and he could fall into the hot liquid at any moment, and he would never recover!

Those miners already have an organization, a leader, and even primitive weapons, which is a sign of rebellion!

However, this group of nobles who were full of gold coins and still drunk and dreaming of death did not even notice that they were still living their so-called "decent" lives!

Fragrant cars, beautiful women, luxury goods.

Chilled caviar was placed on a wagon, and the smiling merchant pulled into the manor in front of Philip, and the well-dressed servant smiled flatteringly as he guided the young nobleman's son with his beautiful female companion into the mansion gate.

Three or five wild dogs patrolled the back door of the manor, and a fat servant carried a bucket full of leftovers, poured it out, and a wild dog with a fat belly almost touching the ground immediately picked up a chicken leg that had not been eaten at all from the leftovers, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Stop, who are you, do you have an appointment, I warn you, stand back, stand back!ah!!"

With a gloomy face, Philip waved his Void Hand, sending the aristocratic private soldier standing at the gate of a manor into the air, and then fell into the pool in the courtyard with a "plop". Splash up a column of water more than one person high.

"Ahh

The young and gorgeous girl let out a shrill cry, trembling with fright from this sudden situation, and the young nobleman was even more unbearable, so he abandoned his female companion and ran to the mansion.

These were the kind of people who held most of the wealth of Bithynia, and who had already erupted under their feet without knowing it, and Philip could almost imagine these people when organized miners rushed to the city from the mountains. There's no way to resist.

"Who are you! The Marquis Francis's mansion does not allow outsiders to go wild!"

It can't be said that all of them are unbearable people. At least Francis's private chieftain was still loyal, and surrounded Philip with a group of leather-clad soldiers.

"Lord Samaria, don't ask, it must be the helpers of the mud-legged people. Leave it alone. Arrest him first. ”

The young nobleman who ran into the mansion ran out again at some point. Maybe it's because of the large number of people, shouting loudly around the leader of the private army.

Medium-sized, bearded Samaria was not as frivolous as the young nobles. As if he saw that Philip had extraordinary strength, he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, Mr. Magician, and why did you attack the soldiers in my Marquis Francis's palace?"

Philip glanced at it, yes, the nobles are not all wine bags and rice bags, and they can still recruit a few capable people.

Glancing at Samaria with the sun of appreciation, Philip said lightly in a dignified tone: "Philip Rose, Envoy Plenipotentiary of the Central Government!"

Even if he has been a local lord for three years, Philip has also subtly cultivated the momentum of the superior, even if he does not use the coercion of the great magician, the aura naturally displayed by the princes of one side shocked Samaria.

Envoy?

It seems that one has entered just now, by the way, that one is a deputy envoy, and he is a princess, and the princess is the deputy envoy, so isn't the identity of the one in front of him higher?

Samaria looked at Philip's eyes more and more respectfully, and the little dissatisfaction he had just now was immediately thrown out of the clouds.

"Lord Philip, Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Marquis are in the conference room, and I have ordered you to go to the conference room immediately when I see you next. ”

Conference room?

Philip frowned, how could Francis receive Caroline in the conference room, it was very unusual to treat the royalist colleagues like this.

Perhaps seeing Philip's doubts, Samaria hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "My lord, Lord Marquis was originally negotiating with the leader of the striking miners today, so ......"

I see......

What a coincidence......

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Led by Samaria, Philip walked all the way to the mansion of the manor, where the lavishly decorated ceiling seemed to have the image of an angel, and on closer inspection, there were oil paintings painted on the ceiling.

The furniture in the house is either wrapped in gold or silver, and the tall porcelain vase of the two people in the corner knows at a glance that it is worth a lot.

"It's even richer than the coal boss!"

Philip sighed with emotion, even on the earth in his previous life, the coal boss was still synonymous with the nouveau riche and the rich, and looking at Francis's mansion, it seemed to be similar to them.

"What did you say, my lord?"

"Ahh

Samaria's face showed a somewhat unnatural look, and it seemed that he did not dare to offend the envoy, so he hesitated for a while, and said: "Don't be surprised, my lord, that young man was the nephew of Lord Francis just now, and the young man lost his temper a little. ”

Philip nodded, and he didn't plan to delve into this matter, could a person still be angry with a dog, besides, he was a little impulsive to beat the private soldiers of the Marquis's Mansion from the beginning.

It's just that these poor and extravagant aristocrats really make Philip angry, and these guys don't even know what to say about their own catastrophe!

Pushing open the door carved with intricate patterns, Philip walked into a small conference room, and as soon as he walked in, a solemn breath came to his face.

The water in the teacup on the table had long since been drunk.

On either side of the conference table, a samurai with delicate patterns in armor was pressing his sword in one hand, glaring angrily at a strong man with an iron pickaxe and wearing a shabby linen clothes, and the eyes of both seemed to express the desire to eat the other.

In front of the two men, a man in his fifties with neatly combed hair and two corners of his mouth turned towards his mustache looked at a middle-aged man with a fine stubble on the other side of the table. He should be the owner of this mansion, Marquis Francis.

Both of them had tense faces, and the clouds seemed to be about to thunder in the conference room.

At the main seat of the conference table, Caroline frowned slightly, as if she was also embarrassed about something.

The three parties seemed to be thinking about something, and they didn't even notice that the door to the conference room was open, and there were two more people out of thin air.

"Eight silver coins! It can't be any lower. The scumbag man gritted his teeth and said.

"No, then the salary will go up by sixty percent, and I'll say the same thing, six silver coins. You can't have any more. You know, this is already the best condition I have obtained for you, 20 percent! You don't want to think that the industry will allow wages to rise by 20 percent all of a sudden. ”

"Twenty percent, twenty percent!" interrupted Francis angrily, "you are so generous! It is imported furniture carved by a master. The ceiling was specially painted by someone. The carriages in and out are wrapped in Phnom Penh, and even the wild dogs around your house can eat the leftovers that the Marquis Mansion throws up every day to the ground, but they are not even willing to add three silver coins to us every month!"

The scumbag man's face was sad and indignant. It seemed that he remembered something sad, and his eyes were red," Last month, little Albert was crushed and fractured by a stone in the mine, and the treatment fee alone cost five gold coins, but he has only been working in the mine for less than a year, where is the money for medical treatment, we humbly ask the mine steward to give us some money to treat little Albert's injuries, as a result, your steward spit on each of us but did not even borrow a copper plate, and finally we can only watch little Albert's hand being sawed off, and the rest of his life will be reduced to a waste, he is only sixteen years old! If he had money, would he be like this? It's just a broken bone, as long as he has money, he can find a doctor to take it over!!"

The scumbag man almost roared out after the last, and there was endless sadness in his voice.

"Shut up, untouchables, the dignity of the nobility does not allow you to rush!"

The guard behind Francis drew the sword at his waist and pointed at the bearded scumbag, as if he was afraid that the other party would lose control of his emotions and do something.

"Nobleman's doglegs, are we going to be unable to speak?"

Behind the scumbag, the strong man with the iron pickaxe was not calm, he stepped forward and held the iron pickaxe tightly with both hands, and his eyes were about to erupt fire.

"Please don't do this, let's say okay, sit down and talk, let's talk about it, okay?"

Caroline said anxiously, trying to ease the tension in front of her as much as possible, but unfortunately, as a woman, her voice was too weak and didn't seem to have much effect on the current situation.

"Shut up!

A majestic coercion filled the room, drawing all eyes to Philip.

The guards behind Francis had a look of wariness in their eyes, but when they saw Samaria following Philip with a respectful face, they immediately put the sword back into its scabbard.

The strong man behind the scumbag saw that his opponent had withdrawn his sword, and he also snorted coldly and put down the iron pickaxe, but his eyes drifted to Philip at the door from time to time.

With a happy smile on her face, Caroline left her seat and walked towards Philip, walked over with a smile on her face, grabbed Philip's arm with both hands, and said, "Everyone, please allow me to introduce to you, this is Count Philip Rose, who has been ordered by His Majesty the Emperor and the central government to deal with this strike crisis!"

"Ah, Count Philip, your reputation is heard in our distant Bithynia, and you are a model for us to learn from in dealing with the crisis of the Gallia's insurrection!" Francis sent out a succession of high hats as soon as they met, and sycophants were sent out one after another, although it was a scene, but it sounded comfortable.

Moreover, Francis points to Philip's experience in resolving the crisis of the Galia riots, and seems to have consciously or unconsciously wanted Philip to use violent means to resolve the strike.

Philip smiled and nodded, shook hands with Francis, and said: "Your Excellency the Marquis is very famous in Bithynia, and before leaving, His Majesty told him that whether this incident can be resolved depends to a large extent on His Excellency the Marquis. ”

Philip did not say anything about Galia, and politely rejected Francis's hints.

However, Francis, as president of the Mining Association, did depend largely on him whether the strike could be resolved, and to some extent, the Bithynian Mining Association had more influence than the local government.

After greeting the representatives of the nobles, Philip took the initiative to walk up to the scumbag, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is ......"

"Hypocritical nobleman, return your Excellency, Your Excellency ......"

The scumbag didn't speak, but the man behind him muttered dissatisfaction.

"Shut up, Wright!"

The scumbag whispered to the strong man behind him, squeezing out a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to Philip, "Egbert, the representative of the miners." (To be continued......)