The lawn was trampled to the point that one piece was missing in the east and one in the west, the statue in the courtyard was pushed to the ground, and the head of a beautiful woman flew to the ground.

"Luckily, my house hasn't been damaged yet, otherwise I would have had a heart attack. Francis wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Your Excellency Marquis, thank you so much today, if you hadn't supported me first, I'm afraid it wouldn't have ended so well. Philip said with a sincere smile.

Francis stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, Philip led it in the direction of the mansion, and the two walked forward among the servants who were cleaning the courtyard and the wreckage of a place, as for the princess of the empire, Philip deliberately did not let her come out for the sake of Caroline's safety.

"Your Excellency, I am a nobleman, I pursue interests, I don't think that a person of noble status like you will say some unfounded lies, so I believe in you, and I also believe that with what you said, all kinds of contradictions in Bithynia can be resolved, of course, I also hope that when solving these contradictions, I will become your most loyal partner, and at the same time enjoy the dividends after resolving the contradictions. ”

Philip stopped, looked at Francis in a daze, and said sincerely: "Your Excellency Marquis, you are a far-sighted nobleman, and I am very honored to have such a wise ally as you!"

After speaking, Philip took the initiative to stretch out his hand, one old and one young, the hands of the two nobles were clasped tightly, and in the chaotic courtyard, the two hands met the sun that was about to fall below the horizon, looking extremely firm, and pulled down a long shadow on the ground.

Philip stayed at Francis's estate that night and early the next morning. The well-groomed vestibule of the manor was filled with the carriages of the nobles, and as soon as Philip, Caroline, and Francis came out, the caravan headed for the border between Bithynia and Assyria.

Although there are more mountains than Bitinia, the road out of the province is quite smooth, which reminds Philip of the feeling of the cement road in his previous life, especially the convoy carrying the bigwigs of the whole province of Bitinia, almost no one dares to stand in the way.

Occasionally, pedestrians or passing carriages pulled over on the road, looking at the long queue of vehicles with envy and jealousy, even if they were splashed with dust. I don't want to let go of my eyes.

It's a bit like a Lamborghini that Philip saw on the road in his previous life. scolded the "big dog" fiercely in his mouth, but in fact, he couldn't wait to sit in it himself.

After a quick bite to eat in a small town at noon, the convoy quickly turned into a dirt road, the road from the Rus' family mine to Bithynia. Although the mine itself is in the province of Assyria. But occasionally there are things to buy in the towns of Bitinia. Naturally, a path is needed.

However, in the impression of those nobles, this road does not seem to be so easy to follow. There is always a stone jutting out of the mountain road, and there is a big crater that staggers and makes people very uncomfortable, but today, the carriage runs on this dirt road and feels the same as it did on the road just now.

The road was good, the carriage was running fast, the sun was hanging at the highest point in the sky, and when the temperature was at its hottest, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"Great, my lord! There are monsters ahead!

Outside the carriage, the nervous voice of Samaritans was heard, and then the sound of brushing knives was heard, and it seemed that all the noble private soldiers had gathered together.

Pushing the car door, Philip glanced at the Big Mac that was quietly driving towards them in the distance, smiled easily, and said lightly: "It's your own person, don't be nervous." ”

Turning around, Philip opened his hands and greeted the nobles who got off the carriage, "Everyone, welcome to the Ross family's Antaino mine!"

Behind Philip, a two-story truck slowly appeared, like a silent beast, the two large windows on the top of the driver's cab were like two square eyes, and the radiator in front of the grid was like a big mouth with countless tiny teeth, as if it could swallow everyone in one bite.

Although Philip said that the minecart was "his own", the aristocratic private soldier who had never seen such a thing swallowed his saliva wildly, clenched the sword in his hand, and looked ready to fight.

The wheels, which were taller than a person, finally stopped, the small door on the side of the driver's cab opened, and a silver-haired dark elf slid down the escalator, ran to Philip's side, and bent down to salute: "Boss, Javier was ordered to meet you here!"

Philip sent someone to the mine early in the morning to ride to the mine and informed them that someone had been sent to greet them, and they must ask for a high-end atmosphere.

As a result, it was also the case.

High-end, mine-trucks, one of the ancient machines, the legacy of the Goblin Empire, representing the most cashy manufacturing level in this world.

Atmospheric, two-story high, you need to look down, like a giant beast, isn't it atmospheric.

Grade, this is the latest mine truck developed by the Electric Magic Chamber of Commerce, which can pull more than a hundred tons of ore at a time, which is enough to be high-grade.

The appearance of the mine truck directly shook the hearts of the Bithynian mine owners, and some even muttered to themselves while praying to the gods: "Miracle, this is a miracle!"

Philip smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone, please get into the carriage, let's follow Javier's ore truck to the mine!"

The nobles got into the carriage, but they frequently stuck their heads out of the windows, and looked at the mine-transporter leading in front, which was blocked by the huge body, and they could not see what was in front of the road, and the mountains in the distance seemed to be obscured by it.

Occasionally, there seemed to be a wrist-thick branch blocking the way of the minecart, but a "click" was heard, and the minecart was directly smashed without a pause.

Attentive aristocrats found that instead of small stones protruding from the road, they were being pressed into the dirt by the carts, which were as smooth as the surrounding ground.

This magical thing called a mine truck is so powerful that if you use it to transport ore, you don't have to pile up ore on the mine anymore, and the miners don't have to dig desperately at first, and when the ore in the mine warehouse is full, they have to rest. In this way, the efficiency is too low, but there is no way. The speed of ore transportation cannot always keep up with the speed of mining.

With a giant like a mine-truck, as long as the workers dig out the ore and pile it up temporarily, it will be sent to the mine-truck, and the workers can not stop, or the mine can carry out shifts and keep mining, so that the mine can transport much more ore to the bottom of the mountain every day, and the actual output will also increase.

That's all money!

After the nobles were shocked, they began to make their own calculations in their hearts. But this thing in front of you. can bring them incalculable benefits!

Slowly, the carriage ascended the hill and traveled along a wide road where four carriages could travel side by side, all the way to the top of the mountain.

"I thought we were all rich. After seeing the Ross family's mine today. only to find out that he was just a bun. Francis sighed and shook his head in the carriage. "But this can cross the road of four carriages, which is a big deal!"

"Hehe, Your Excellency the Marquis has won the prize. What do you think of the minecart feeling?" asked Philip with a smile.

"Very good! I estimate that the efficiency of the mine will be increased by at least 30 percent, no, 50 percent!"

"Hee-hee, Your Excellency the Marquis, you may not know the way, a mine like Antano used to produce very little, not even a few miners, this is not so much the property of Ross, but rather a tiger who eats money, since Philip reinvented the ancient machinery, and added his original electrical magic technique, these mines have become hens that can lay golden eggs. In the future, Philip and I also hope that this technique can be replicated, but unfortunately, Philip has limited production there, so we can only give it to our allies with the highest priority. ”

Caroline's eyes blinked, with a meaningful look, and Franciston understood what the Imperial Duke was going to say, and immediately said respectfully: "I, Francis, on behalf of the DeWitt family, say that our entire family will be the most loyal allies of the Ross family and the Hoddle family, your friends are my friends, and your enemies are my enemies!"

Philip glanced at his fiancée, Her Royal Highness the princess's political attributes are too strong, this is yesterday he pulled Francis as a political ally and did not bring her, and he wants to find it back today.

The Ross family, the Hoddle family......

What does Caroline want to do, will she ascend the throne in the future, do she want to have a child with herself, or, as she said before, raise one from the Hoddle family?

If it is the former, the two families will be most closely united, and an heir with the blood of the two royalist nobles will be the emperor with the best conditions in the Burgas Empire in the last hundred years.

If it is adopted, after the adopted son ascends to the throne, the Ross family and the Hoddle family may face a new distribution of power.

A new distribution of power means bloodshed and sacrifice.

But

If you have a baby,

George's pass, how do you get through......

Whenever he gets a little closer to Caroline, Philip thinks of his missing brother.

What the hell should I do?

......

The pause in the carriage pulled Philip back from his thoughts, opened the door, and helped Caroline out of the carriage, and Philip saw many nobles jumping off the carriage without waiting for it to be stable.

"Is this the top of the mountain, my God!"

"So wide!"

"They, they flattened the top of the mountain!"

The top of the mountain, which should have been spiky, has a flat ground comparable to a football field, and there is a small white mist in the mountains around it, if it weren't for this, you would even think that it was on the plain.

Of course, this is not completely flat ground, and something resembling a small hill occupies half of the mountain, as if the mountain has been dug halfway.

"Whoa!"

The hard metal bucket was plunged into the bag, and a giant excavator, half the height of the mine-truck, was digging the mountain, and the shovel rod made an unpleasant "click" sound of gears, pushing the bucket deep into the rock.

There was another 'boom', and the bucket left the hill, and the bucket that could fit into a wagon was filled with black ore.

The nobles who looked up at the excavator took a cool breath in unison.

That's it?

That's all there is to it?

If you dig it with people,

I can't dig so much in half a day!(To be continued......)