It is still the imperial capital.

The capitalists gradually learned to manage, and even the aristocracy began to engage in finance, and then factories and various enterprises were opened everywhere, and in the imperial capital you can get access to the most advanced financial knowledge and the most advanced culture and the most advanced management.

State-of-the-art business opportunities and steam engines have led countless people to this point of no return.

Some people return to their hometown after earning the first pot of gold in the imperial capital, and then climb again from the private enterprise little by little, compared to the difference is that they are family members, and the strange thing is that these people who have risen from the bottom look down on their families at all.

The same position manages much less money than outsiders.

In his eyes, his family is eating with him. So the attitude is extremely bad.

One day, for some reason, he believed the nonsense of professional management, thinking that the management of enterprises would need to use outsiders and foreign capital next time.

He is unaware of the bloodshed of external capital, which assimilates and erodes its own more powerful corporations with its own power.

The executives you bring in won't care about the management of your business because the contract isn't as detailed. dismissed all the family, he put outside capital in this result.

As a result, one day, the capital chain was broken and the raw materials were backlogged. And the inexplicable loss of his storekeeper has caused almost 1,000 pounds, 10 million pounds of goods to be lost, he wants to take revenge with his ability to rise again, but who can he retaliate again? A letter fell at his feet in the distance, and he spread out and gradually looked for a problem.

Imperial capital.

Hailing from the Welsh countryside. Working at a small wharf by the river, as a child he traveled along the dirt roads in the countryside to distant church schools, where he learned something because he knew he was illiterate, he did not know and might even be on the way.

At that time, his only dream was to come to the imperial capital and become a human being. Even if he is out of the local rating, as long as he can gain a firm foothold in the imperial capital, compared to the rights that the imperial capital people have at their fingertips, it is so difficult in front of him. The rent of 1° exceeded his living expenses, and he was trying to survive there.

Because he's fed up with the kind of middle-level sports cattle farm in his hometown. The people of the imperial capital look down on these poor boys in the countryside very much, more because their arrival has lowered the quality of the entire industry and the price of labor in the industry, which has created a vicious circle, there will always be various industries with rules and regulations to restrict your entry, such as the most common industry within half a year, the use of invisible economic means to restrict the entry of ordinary people, if it is an adult who knows how to stop the loss in time, he will be thorough long ago, but may leave and lose the greatest wealth.

Academic qualifications and some abilities can be more restrictive to the rules, such as the pure Elsie certificate, which does not necessarily allow anyone to get the imperial development of the model, and even some technician certificates and factory certificates have appeared.

Maybe for girls, this has to be exchanged for the body.

But it was all worth it, because the cattle in his hometown were extremely unstable, and half of the cattle would die in a plague, and maybe even all the proceeds of a year would have to be given to the veterinarians, and he hated that hometown and the world.

But he didn't think about it, and he even had to deal with the chopping wood at home. The schools in the imperial capital were not accessible to everyone, at least the middle class had to be able to get into, was there really any hope for him? I wasn't sure, but he knew that it was better to find a random mechanic in the city than to starve to death.

With the rise of mechanical craftsmanship, a large part of the industry is in danger of going out of business, especially the manual industry. The artisanal workshops were replaced by large machine production, and then there was an incomparably large wave of unemployment and the collapse of the guild system.

However, the business ideas left behind are still preserved and then restricted.

His brother died young, which is why he stayed in the city, because it was a coal kiln, and on the day he supplied coal to the nearby tile factory, his tired brother fell on the tile floor and died in the dust blowing on his face.

In his grandmother's life and various life experiences, he gradually understood the importance of academic qualifications, but he knew that it was really difficult to learn well.

Two Western Empires. The Night Watch is not accountable to all ordinary people, he is only accountable to those in the city who pay their taxes. In the mountains, in the gardens, in the barren wilderness, countless strange things are fighting with humans for territory, which the city people will never know, but the countryside will always know about those strange events.

There was no night watchman to deal with it, no agency willing to manage it, and it was perfectly fine for them to just guard the main traffic routes.

Fortunately, those weirdness also save enough face for human beings, and they will never harvest wantonly, they will only collect the lonely.

The strange ravages made the young man who had lived in the mountain village for a long time know very well that he had to escape, and only by going out could there be a better way out. So he worked hard to become a salesman, selling fruit wine and buying goods at the docks.

His wish now is not to starve to death, so where is the turning point? Is there really any hope? The question is whether he can really afford to eat today?

The question is that he can still move so much now, and the question is whether he, an ordinary person, is really capable of changing any bit of it?

Sometimes it's really possible to break the limits of fate?

Can he really control his own destiny if he works hard? Fortunately, he saw the last class before the class was solidified.

Now that the turmoil is getting worse, he must find a final way out. He was ready to compromise, at least he had to live, and at least he had access to a few newspaper editors-in-chief and a few down-and-out students who were talking.

As long as the timing is right, a pig can ride the wind.

He decided to do a good job in this chaotic place, where the fates of countless people converged, and no one knows what will collide in the end.

His pupils in a daze tightened his hands, ready to grasp his own destiny.

Even if he died, what was it if he died, he was about to starve to death anyway.

He's going to try to change.

Location hop-on to North Maco

Port Weill on the mainland.

Chaos is intensifying in the city.

Dark wizard detective Locke is all over the city, and he tries to find the assistant who betrayed him, because it is a knot in his heart that cannot be untied without finding it.

Under the influence of inexplicability, he saw that everyone felt very familiar, but he didn't know if these people were assistants. His gaze jumped around the crowd, trying to find those who reacted strangely to him.

He was dressed very much today like a detective, like an ordinary low-class citizen. However, the inner layer is covered with universal clothing that can enter and exit other areas at any time, and the complete set is an auxiliary police medical uniform.

He's like a role-playing game, constantly searching for the city. But finding someone in this city of hundreds of thousands of people is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The assistant used his investigative and counter-investigative skills to roam around the city. This is an even more headache for Detective Locke, and the hidden sight in various parts of the city will also block divination and transcendent perspective.

He thought carefully about every place to steady. The long-term running of abnormal emotions made his throat drier and drier. But the sticky voice is still the same as it is natural that she didn't save Kelly that day, but it doesn't mean that she will give up such a thigh.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the war is coming to an end, but the winner cannot guess.

Now Locke is very impatient, and he even wants to go to the black market to post a bounty in order to catch his assistant, but he knows that the assistant took the name tag of Yuan Ya's jury with him on the night he went missing.

It's not clear who to hand it over, but he still believes in the poor information and the value of the brand during the period, he holds on to the wall, his face is gloomy and a little scary, and then recovers and then calms down any emotions in case of emergency, and then prepares various plans to deal with unknown accidents.

Pupil, pupil. The people here have the same pupils, but they are not, in the heart of Detective Locke, the extraordinary power will always erode the pupils, and the assistant will always be eroded by the extraordinary when he exercises the voice of an ordinary person, and the pupils are the proof.

What am I going to do?

Violence or wit, or a disturbing golden rod to find these events? He nimbly jumped from room to room and then onto a rooftop looking out over the city.

It was early in the morning, although the sky was still dark, and the small dock area began to be noisy, while the rich area was silent.

After becoming a dark wizard, he became more and more hypocritical. With his fingertips, he stroked the wand he had obtained in the battle in the chaotic city, it was similar to a cane, but it was extremely old, who knew that he opened his own black butler, and in his pupils, time and space scaled very slowly in front of his eyes.

He made the most astonishing move, which was to inject all of his collarity into the demonic barrier.

The tyrannical spirituality soared into the sky, even flying around, bringing up bursts of sand and dust. New Flying Witch Net. The circling nets fell downward, smashed to the ground, and fell into various fragments, causing the crowd to dodge.

A deep sense of withering sounded. The spirituality of the whole body was drained by the demonic barrier, and the body gradually weakened, and then the noble lady had no room, she wanted to move her knees and try to stand up, but the muscles did not have any strength, and the extraordinary recovery was often slow.

Ah, his body began to distort and fester, his skin collapsed and reddened a little, and according to the notice, everything could not be moved, and more importantly, he had just arrived at the obscure shield, perhaps his divination this time was completely invalid.

After all, it is not a full-time divination, and the blood droplets gathered by the body gradually seep down from the inner lining, and then converge on the roof. Little by little infiltrates the room. The area where the blood contamination is visible to the naked eye becomes black little by little, and then black moss grows.

Ah, the new carrier of the Black Wizard of the Black Mist is surging inside. Then notice that the use of blood is jet black, mixed with pitch black, etc. But the fear and distortion on his face subsided, and at least he was safe for now.

He was ready to get up and observe the whereabouts of his wand.