【Hadrata】The royal capital, in a luxurious fortress, Mortan suddenly woke up from his bed, and his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat.

He dreamed that the wizards had made a lot of bread by magic, and the wheat in his hands had become worthless......

But how is that possible?

Making bread out of magic is a fantasy!

Mortan wiped the sweat from his head with trembling hands, and reluctantly sat up from the bed, but soon realized that something was wrong,

Bacchus ...... Bacchus! Mortan kept shouting the name of the manor's steward, but received no response, and it was a long time before a knight arrived.

"Lord Mortan, are you awake?"

"What about Bacchus? Where did he go?! Mortan asked, uneasily grabbing the knight's arm.

"He had left half an hour earlier...... Still... I also took your favorite glass flask ......"

The knight stumbled for a long time before he dared to tell the truth, and what he didn't say was that many of the valuable objects in the fortress had now been taken away by the fleeing squires, and they had no time or ability to stop them.

"Bacchus, I raised him for forty years, how dare he?" The furious Mortan almost fainted again, but what made him feel more chills was the meaning behind it.

"Where's the Magic Daily today? Go get me the newspaper! Mortan said eagerly. Also, immediately send someone to the city of fire and oil, and do everything you can to check on me, I want to know if those wizards still have food in their hands! ”

In the midst of Moltan's scolding, the knight did not move, and spoke cautiously. "Lord Mortan, I'm afraid there's no need to confirm it now."

Just an hour ago, the train from the city of oil had arrived in the royal capital, and now the unloaded food in the station has long been piled up, and some workshops have officially implemented the system of four meals a day.

All the evidence points to the fact that the council is not without food, and that it is as much as it wants!

Now the big nobles and wealthy merchants in the entire royal capital are going crazy, and many people are crazy to sell the grain in their hands, but because the council provides three meals and lodging, no one is willing to buy grain on a large scale.

The price of wheat dropped from as high as 500 copper coins to 5 kilograms of copper coins in an instant, and no one would look at it.

Rumors abound that wizards could make air into bread and lake water into spirits, and that their food was worthless, because from now on the council would take care of the food and lodging of everyone in the kingdom......

The trade routes to the empire have been blocked in both directions, and they don't have enough capacity, let alone the council, to transport so much grain out of the kingdom.

Every word of the knight was like a long sword, piercing through Mortan's chest.

He knew he was finished, everything was finished......

"Gustav, you lied to me!" Mortan roared angrily, but the Divine Punishment Commander he spoke of was clearly no longer able to help him.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the fortress, followed by a fierce dispute.

Moltan's face changed suddenly, and he almost fell out of bed.

The knight didn't wait for Mortan to ask, and then took the initiative to speak. "It should be the merchants who came to collect the debt!"

The anger in Mortan's heart swelled up in his heart, when did a few lowly merchants have the courage to break into the manor of a marquis of a kingdom?

He can't deal with wizards, can't he deal with a few rich businessmen?

Enraged, Mortan pulled out the sword from the knight's waist, and killed him in a rage without wearing his shoes.

In the antechamber of the fortress, more than a dozen loyal guards were confronting a group of uninvited guests who rushed in.

The leader looked amiable, about forty years old, squinting slightly, and looking very rich.

"Stanford?! Who gave you the guts to break into my estate! Mortan stepped barefoot into the antechamber of the fortress with his sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice.

"Your manor?" A slightly surprised expression appeared on Stanford's face, and then Shi Shiran took out a title deed from his arms and said kindly. "You are probably a little forgetful, Marquis of Mortan, this manor is already mine!"

"Of course, you can also choose to take it back with 30,000 gold coins!" Stanford said indifferently.

Seeing that the other party directly took out the title deed, Mortan suddenly choked, and had to hold back his anger and refute it. "I remember that the deadline above should be a month!"

"This is 30,000 imperial gold coins, Lord Marquis, within a month, you are afraid that you will not be able to take out this money, so some accidents will inevitably occur, I have to come to collect the account in advance!" Stanford said apologetically, then pointed to the small print on the contract. "That's what the contract says!"

Mortan was immediately laughed at angrily, he had never been insulted like this, he was the marquis of the dignified kingdom, and there were people who thought that he couldn't even afford to pay a mere 30,000 imperial gold coins!

Even though he no longer has savings, he still has a lot of land, mines, slaves, and even people in his domain......

But before he could speak, Stanford seemed to have guessed in advance, and one voucher after another appeared in his hand, and finally even piled up into a pamphlet.

That's the pledge of all the assets in the marquisdom!

Moltan's face changed instantly, he was not surprised that these mortgage certificates were pledged, after all, he personally let people pledge them, what really shocked him was that so many certificates actually appeared in the hands of Stanford alone.

"You're from the Wizards' Council!" Mortan's pupils are constricted.

He immediately understood why Stanford dared to break into his estate, and why the merchants would be willing to let him pledge the mines and assets in the territory at a high price......

Moltan, who was carried away by the huge profits before, didn't think about it so much, and thought that the other party knew that he had a large amount of valuable wheat in his hands, so he was willing to pledge it at a premium.

Now it seems that this is a complete trap!

"Of course, Lord Marquis, haven't you all been working for wizards all along?" Stanford didn't mean to pretend, and generously admitted it.

Mortan almost gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to take the liberty of throwing a mouse, so he had to speak again. "In addition to these assets, I have countless wheat ......"

"Don't laugh, the wheat is not worth much now!" Stanford interrupted Mortan in a cold voice, the kingdom is now full of grain sellers, and there are millions of tons of grain in the market!

Who but the parliament can take it? Who can carry it?

"But it's more or less offensive...... The price is according to 20 kilograms of copper! Stanford said with a smile. You have a total of 200,000 tons of grain in your hands, which is 1,000 Imperial Gold Coins at the current market price! ”

The guards behind him took out money bags and threw them on the ground, throwing them on the ground.

"No, it's all here!"

You fart......

Mortan was almost killed on the spot, and with a light word, Stanford wanted to buy back tens of millions of wheat for a thousand gold coins.

Twenty kilograms of copper is nonsense, even if there is no one in the market to buy grain, he can make it into ale, or as feed for livestock, and even sell some of the grain to the empire to make up for a small shortfall!

It's just that the first two want to earn back enough coins, which is obviously not something that can be done in a month, and there are no fewer people who have the same ideas as him, and there may be a run on each other.

As for selling to the Empire, it can only be done in private, and Mortan is not stupid enough to say it in the open, and if he vetoes it, he will once again be accused of collaborating with the enemy!

"It's a pity that I can't give you this thousand gold coins, Lord Marquis!" Stanford shook his head and asked the guards to take back the ten money bags, and said with a sigh. "You have borrowed a total of five million imperial gold coins from various caravans, but even if you sell all these pledged assets, you can only repay seventy percent, and you still owe a lot."

Mortan's face was red, and he knew that he was only afraid of bad luck today.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that although there were many guards brought by Stanford, they didn't seem to be carrying the kind of alchemical artifact called a musket, and he might not be able to keep all of them here with his own strength!

Thinking of this, Mortan suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture, and the guards who were originally confronting Stanford and the others immediately rushed forward like wolves.

They were all the guards raised by the Mortan family since childhood, and they had long put life and death out of the way, and they would not have the slightest doubt about the marquis's orders.

However, the faster thing they can swing their swords is the drawing of their spears!

The guards behind Stanford, under the horrified gaze of the knights and guards, pulled out a short-barreled musket from their waists!

This more elaborate, portable firearm had been created by Lydia a year earlier, though it was usually only available to secret sentinels on special missions!

After all, when performing infiltration and espionage missions, the short-barreled musket is easy to carry, and the concealment and suddenness are excellent, and many secret sentinels have practiced excellent gun drawing skills!

Among them, the best ones can complete the action of shooting, aiming, and shooting in 0.1 seconds!

The next moment, the sound of fierce gunfire rang out in the antechamber of the fortress.

Although more than a dozen guards were wearing well-armored armor, how could they resist the invasion of armor-piercing projectiles, and they were beaten into a sieve before they could even make an effective resistance!

Mortan was even more revenant, even though he was a bloodline knight, he was not sure to rely on his body to resist the attacks of so many muskets, and was soon hit by several projectiles in the arm and thigh, and collapsed limply in a pool of blood.

"Heal his wounds, but don't die, I suspect that he has betrayed the kingdom, go back and let people have a good trial!" Stanford put away the musket in his hand, and it was he who broke the opponent's limbs with his amazing gun skills.

The sentinels skillfully began to deal with the scene, disposing of all the corpses, and Stanford took out a magic radio and passed the news on.

The Count of Bell was killed, the Viscount of Ske was imprisoned, and the Marquis of Mortan was captured alive......

A large amount of information was transmitted to Lauder's hands through electromagnetic signals, and due to the sudden collapse of food prices, these nobles and wealthy merchants who were captured by them were often immersed in the illusion that they were already rich and invincible one second, and the next second they were all raided, and there was no chance to react at all.

This also led to the fact that most of the arrests were very smooth, with one exception, that is, the Grand Duke of Gard ran away!

In this regard, Lauder is also very helpless, in the past month, they need to monitor hundreds of targets, and at the same time, there is really not enough manpower.

What's more, most of the people they deal with are rich businessmen and aristocrats, and they have a certain amount of power in their hands, and it is not easy to catch one without pulling it.

Fortunately, it was only a prince of the kingdom who had lost his territory and wealth that escaped, and he couldn't make any waves, and their most important target was always incapable of escaping!

"Let's go, let's go to the palace!" Lauder put away the information at hand one by one, and then led a large number of musketeers straight to the royal capital.

Along the way, they did not encounter any obstacles, although the guards of the royal capital surrounded them, but none of them dared to make a move, so they let Lauder pass through most of the royal capital and step into the gate of the main hall.

At this moment, in the royal palace, King Khattar was sitting on the throne, discussing with the ministers the price of food in the kingdom, which had suddenly risen sharply and plunged to the bottom.

And Lauder just so suddenly burst in with a brigade of musketeers!

The sound in the huge palace was suddenly extinguished, and several ministers who had been talking loudly before were silent in unison, as if their vocal cords had been cut off.

Lauder didn't speak, but respectfully took out the special [Arcane Law Ring] in his hand and put it in the palm of his hand.

A blue glimmer flickered on the ring, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty Khattar!"

Hatar's expression was a little dazed, this scene seemed to be a reproduction of the war in the royal capital more than a year ago, the wizard in front of him didn't seem to have changed at all, he was still so polite!

It's just that sitting on the throne is no longer the aged King Bazel, but himself......

Khattar held the hand of the throne beside him, faintly sweating, but still forced to calm down. "Long time no see, Master Lynn, do you want to tell me if you came to the palace this time?"

"You can say the same thing!" Lynn nodded, then clapped her palms, and the bound attendants were brought over.

Hatar's face suddenly turned pale, of course he recognized these attendants who were brought up, these were his henchmen, who were responsible for secretly contacting the Grand Duke of Gad and asking them to come forward to control the movements of those nobles.

But he remembered that these people had obviously been disposed of......

(End of chapter)