"My lord, everyone has already arrived, and those who haven't arrived yet, shouldn't be coming back!"

The butler glanced at the bustling crowd in the entire living room, turned his head and whispered to Darion, who was sitting there with his eyes closed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmm..."

Slowly opening his eyes, Darien swept into the hall, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The meeting room, which was originally quite empty, was now filled with chairs of all sizes, although most of them were seated, but at a glance, Darien did not see a few high-ranking nobles, and even the larger merchants were only a few present, and most of the people present were some small and medium-sized merchants and nobles who did not enter the stream.

"Darien-sama, I didn't know that Lord Lord's emergency convened this time... What's the content of the secret meeting?"

The one sitting in the front row seemed to notice Darian's movements, and couldn't help but stand up and ask, and then the hall behind him was still a little noisy, and most of the people present had very big doubts about this so-called emergency meeting, first, the participants were too mixed, and even some small workshop owners who usually couldn't get on the table came out, but the big families and big businessmen in the Stratholme area did not appear, and second, until now, the nominal organizer, the legendary mage lord, did not appear, only the owner of this villa, the young son of the Duke of Mograine, has been sitting in the front seat with his eyes closed。

"Your Excellency is on his way over!"

Standing up suddenly, Darien glanced at the attendee in front of him and continued.

"As for the main purpose of this secret meeting, some of you may not know that the central granary was completely destroyed in a fire last night!"

"What!!"

"The central granary has always been a key protection point for the city hall, how could there be a fire!!"

"Winter is coming, and at this time the central granary..."

"A few small granaries under the city can't even last for half a month, and without the central granary, this winter..."

"That's it!"

As soon as Darien's words fell, the whole hall erupted into a more noisy discussion, but it was not long before he was coldly snorted by a man who looked like a wealthy merchant sitting in the front row.

Standing up slowly, the rich merchant shook his head, and after the last bit of sound was hidden, he turned his head to look at the expressionless Darian, hesitated for a moment and said.

"My lord, I have actually received the news of this fire, and it is even a direct notice from the city hall, and the annotator of the notice..."

"The Prince of Arthas is also present, but the fire is so fierce that it is too late to find out!"

With a cold face, Darian stared at the rich merchant in front of him and explained. Willen Rollsley, although not one of the top merchants in the Stratholme area, is not far behind, and even as one of the few big merchants who has no aristocratic backstage and struggles to this level as a freeman, even if it is a silver hand like Darien, who is dedicated to the Holy Light and the army, he is also the most powerful merchant in the audience.

"Then I don't know where the city hall plans to urgently transfer supplies?"

Keenly aware of the inexplicable indifference to the Prince of Arthas in the words of the young son of Duke Mograini in front of him, Wei Lun's eyes flashed a trace of strangeness and immediately covered it up, and turned to a businessman-like smile on his round face.

"No scheduling, no support!"

With a cold face, Darien said as he scanned the hall again.

"The wave of trolls that broke out a few days ago has caused great damage to the northern part of Great Cowlingshire, displacing the inhabitants of more than a dozen towns, and the supplies stockpiled in Daron and Great Cowlin have been sent there, while further south, due to the outbreak of the plague of the dead, Andohar has been completely reduced to rubble, and in a short period of time, reconstruction work will also require a lot of supplies. The only areas in the entire kingdom that can now support Stratholme are Tirisfa and Hilbrad. However, considering the road conditions in Andohar and Greater Kaolinshire, it will take at least two months or more for the first grain to arrive!"

Darian's cold voice spread through the hall, and the faces of everyone present froze. Two months, this is still ideal, coupled with the shirk of local forces and the efficiency of the kingdom's aristocratic system, it is already thankful to see the first batch of support materials before the end of winter.

What's more, even if it is two months, it is a long period for them in the middle and upper classes, and those civilians in the lowest class are a cold and bone-chilling winter of death.

You must know that the city dwellers of Stratholme have been the norm to buy bread from various bakeries as a staple food every day, and a family of four has a daily reserve of food for a month at most, and most of them are only half a month or even a week or even less, while the bakery's stock is actually shorter, two months is enough to starve more than half of the people in the civilian area.

"My lord called us over this time, I think we already have a solution!"

Wei Lun, who was standing there, quickly put away Tie Qing's face and asked respectfully at Darian. He himself is not afraid of how long he will run out of food, and he has enough food to eat for the whole family for several years in the huge cellar of the Rollsley family, but as a merchant with several large handicraft workshops, if the situation really develops like this, his workshop may not even be able to find ten percent of the manpower after this winter. In particular, having experienced a poor childhood and even growing up in a slum, he clearly knew that when a large group of more than 100,000 people was cornered, riots and chaos were inevitable, and a big businessman like him, who had no protection from aristocratic forces, was often the first to be abandoned or even deliberately thrown out to vent public opinion.

"Sunset Collar!"

Slowly sitting down in his seat, Darien said softly, but when the big businessman opposite had just shown his joy, his words suddenly became cold.

"There is no support, but Sunset welcomes all freedmen!"

"My lord, is this what the Duke of Eternal Night meant..."

There was still a dead silence behind him, Wei Lun could not hide his ugly face, and even regretted participating in this meeting, looking at Darion in front of him bitterly, the big businessman asked in a low voice.

"Yes, that's what I meant!"

However, this time it was a crisp male voice, still with an indifferent face, and after Kelreth suddenly appeared in the hall, he sat next to Darion and looked at the rich merchant who hurriedly saluted him.

"Willen, Rollsley, the orders you get from this year will increase by thirty percent, of course, if you can move your three large workshops to Sunset with all the workers and their families!"

"My lordship, my last home is..."

"I know, Dawnblade!"

Flipping his hand and throwing out a Mithril emblem, watching Wei Lun staring at the emblem floating in mid-air and lowering his head in shock, as if calculating something, Kyris then smiled and looked at the others in the hall.

"I'm Kelreth Junior, and the conditions just now apply to you as well!"

With that, Kerry got up and glanced at Darion and walked towards the inner courtyard of the hall, but Darion glanced at the six participants in the front row, and led them to the back, leaving the remaining participants to be completely caught in the argument and noise after witnessing them leave. (To be continued.) )