The consul of Nome has been a little troubled lately. Because of this, the delicacies are tasteless in front of them, and the fragrance of the country is disgusting. Even his favorite, the tinkling silver Kate, seemed much lighter in his hand.

He has always regarded himself as a learned and wise man, and it was because of this identity that he was promoted by the Great Vishur as the consul of a city. But now, it is precisely because he is known for his wisdom that he has never been promoted. On the other hand, those vulgar martial artists who only know how to fiddle with swords are all on the rise.

Becoming a "Pasha", the commander-in-chief, who commands the military and political power of three cities or one province, is the ultimate dream of an archon. That is the pinnacle of the people who are only under the "Great Vishur", and that is the inheritance that is enough to cover the future generations.

He promoted the Khedive to the stables in an attempt to curry favor with him—if he could use the "Khedive" (the ancient word for governor) as a servant, would the "Pasha" be far away?

It's just that there is always a gap between reality and dreams, and even with the Khedive running under his door, the "Pasha's dream" of the consuls still seems a little out of reach. Lying between reality and dreams, the difficult problem that cannot be avoided or solved is how to achieve military merits.

The empire has been peaceful for a long time, and with Nome City deep in the desert hinterland, the only action that usually requires the use of force is to expel or eliminate a few unfashionable bandits. If this kind of action alone is unsatisfactory for an armed procession, the consul wants to accumulate military merits enough to exchange for the honor of the Pasha, I am afraid that it will be possible to wait for another ten years.

However, the years are urging people to grow old, and there is no play for Pasha in vain. But when the archon's futile sigh reached the ears of the khedive, the "lord of the city", the "horseman", began to get excited.

Isn't it his forte to share the worries of the Lord? Isn't the trouble of the mediocre just to let him profit from it?

The Khedive strode into the consul's mansion and handed over to his master the book of accounts containing the month's earnings. Looking at the deficit written in red sand on the top of the double-share account book, the archon's brow began to lock: "What went wrong with the slave trade and the Skuma business, why have profits shrunk so much?"

The Khedive, who had already finished the draft, first showed a bitter look, and then said helplessly: "For two whole years, the villain has been struggling to maintain. Good for you, the war between the two elven tribes in the desert has seriously affected the trade of Nome City. In order to avoid the sand hyenas, which have become crazy with hunger, the merchants have chosen to make detours to farther cities to trade. With the exception of a few arms dealers who asked for money and did not want to die, almost no one chose to come back to Nome. But if you are wise, you must also understand: although the scimitar is sharp, it cannot wrap the belly. Rice, millet, millet, sauce, oil, and salt are the foundation of protecting the territory and the people. Had it not been for your foresight and my stockpiling of food, I am afraid that the city of Nome would have been starved. But the grain is also bought by the adults for silver Kate, so naturally they can't give alms in vain, and under the high price, the people who are not rich can only buy some bran and chaff to satisfy their hunger. The city dwellers have been suffering for a long time......"

The Khedive's remarks, which were almost tearful, made it difficult for the consuls to blame the business deficit at once. Although he has always been self-defeating and well-read, he is often indecisive and indecisive when he really encounters problems.

In a moment, the lord of Nome City didn't have any good ideas. It's just that the irritability in his heart is like a fire being poured on his head by a basin of hot oil, and he has seven senses and seven senses when he lands. He was extremely depressed, and he covered his forehead and let out a soft moan.

When the deaf and dumb servant standing beside him saw this, he was about to hand over the holy gift of relieving his worries, which was loved by his master. But after all, there is a "horse" in the nickname of "Centaurs", and naturally the legs and feet are much more dexterous. The quick-eyed Khedive snatched the cup from the deaf and dumb servant and handed it to the consul himself.

The Khedive chuckled imperceptibly as he watched the Archon drink half a cup of the Relief Pill—an iced drink made from expensive artificial ice that the alchemists had "refined" with raw nitrate, mashed with honey, sugar, and hibiscus juice, and sprinkled with a layer of moon sugar.

"Whew," Lord Nome exhaled a breath of turbidity, helped his belly, sighed and said, "I am indeed old, I think that when I fought with all the learned people in the Imperial Library, I debated for a day and finally had a fight, and the next day I could continue to copy the classics without feeling half tired." Now I can only rely on the contents of this cup to lift my spirits. Alas......"

"You know, I'm never a sycophant. As the saying goes: people don't take their muscles and bones as their ability. At your age, you still have to worry about the people of a city, what can you do if you eat a little moon candy. It's not clear what we're selling this for, although the Empire has banned Skuma, but Moon Candy is a depraved thing that only those untouchables love. This is a high-grade tonic that can only be extracted by the casters from its spirit-boosting essence and its body-destroying dross. Having said that, what rich man in Nome City doesn't take pleasure in eating two or three pills a day, and you are the lord of a city, is there still a problem with taking some supplements?" said Khedive in a serious manner.

Reversing black and white, it's all based on one mouth. Moon candy is the essence of Skuma, yes, but it's actually the dross of the dross. It's just that the Soul Binding Crystal has long taught that "if there is something good at the top, it will be met at the bottom", and "the master with a bad brain is a good master", the Khedive is naturally happy to see it happen.

Seeing that the archon's fat face showed a little relieved, he hit the railroad while it was hot: "Moon candy, in fact, can not only solve your troubles, I thought of an idea, maybe I can use it to solve the troubles of a city." ”

"Are you saying that this thing can still stop the sword soldiers? Could it be that if you send some moon candy to the chiefs of the two elven tribes, they will go home and eat candy?" said the archon, who was in a slightly gloomy mood, quipped about his loyal servant.

"Exactly, but not to give it away, but to let them grab it together!" said the Khedive, in a solemn voice.

It turned out that he had already calculated that if the consul of Nome City wanted to become a "Pasha", he had to grab enough merits, and the fastest way at present was to use these two warring alien tribes as a step forward.

However, the elven tribesmen come and go like the wind, and although the standing army of Nome City has superior weapons and equipment, they are not necessarily the opponent of the elven rangers when they are trapped in the desert with only the strength of one city as their backup, and they are not necessarily the opponents of the elven rangers in the familiar tug-of-war.

However, if the desert elves, who were exhausted by the war, received the news that a large number of expensive supplies had appeared, it was entirely possible that the two tribes would lead elite armies to come and raid. This gave the Nome City army the opportunity to set up a trap and wait for work, so as to encircle and annihilate the elite troops of the desert elves in one fell swoop.

Of course, this is not safe at all, and in the face of a tribe of Sasha or Salem, the Standing Army of Nome can be said to have an absolute advantage. However, once the situation changes, if the two elven tribes that were originally at war with each other arrive at the same time and find that they have fallen into the trap of humans, in case they are angry with the enemy and attack the Nome army together, the probability of victory or defeat is actually unknown.

Faced with the concerns of His Excellency the Consul, the Khedive replied: "The city of Nome has been suffering for a long time. Entrenched in the tower, the mages of their own country always have various reasons to shirk the order of battle. But it is the so-called: raise the mage for a thousand days, and use the mage for a while. If you don't order them to go to war at this time, how long will you stay?"

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