It rained in Spat that night, but by the first light of dawn, the sky was clear, as if still water. The chimneys in the city's workshops spit out smoke, rising straight into the windless air, and on the damp ceiling

It shines with silver light at sunrise.

Although it is still very early, people are already flowing through the city along fixed roads. They either gather in the inner city to go to work in factories, or they board the animal carts out of the city in order to go to the streets to work.

Not long after, the vendors and merchants who were hanging around on the bus, as well as the boatmen and sailors who were making a living at the river port, all walked out of their homes and started working on the day. They went to bed later and naturally got up later.

The screams of mackerel gulls, hammers hammering nails, the whispers of the crowd, the creaking of boats across the water... all kinds of sounds began to sound throughout the city, and the whole city gradually became more lively.

"What a wonderful city," Shanka couldn't help but exclaimed as she stood on her balcony, overlooking Sparta City from the top of her six-story apartment. "The wealth of this plane makes me feel incredible."

"If you don't show your forked tongue when you speak, your words will sound more convincing."

The speaker was an old dog, squatting next to the trestle table in the balcony room. At this time, it was biting and swallowing a large bloody steak. The food was served on a cherry wood spliced ​​table.

Inside the wooden basin, the edges are inlaid with silver filigree patterns.

If this vessel is for human use, then given the social status of Edgar, the male head of the family, who is acting as consul, it is not a luxury. But to use such an expensive thing as a dog food bowl, to be honest, it is really a bit

It makes no sense.

But Gou Lalik still felt that he had been slighted - he was once a brutal and fierce god, and although he was indeed a little depressed for a time, he was finally transformed into the powerful Artoros demon - even if he was made of pure gold.

A dog food bowl is still blasphemy. After all, a dog food bowl is still a dog food bowl, and no matter how good the materials and workmanship are, it cannot conceal its true nature as a dog food bowl.

"Like you, I am also very hungry; unlike you, I can still endure for a while for the next big meal," the soft and beautiful woman transformed from the night ghost Poshanka said while playing with a heart-shaped stone in her hand.

He tightened the window screen and walked back into the house. The Artoros demon stuck out his tongue and licked the last piece of meat into his mouth. If you look carefully, you can still distinguish human fingers, nail clippings and other messy things from the pieces of meat.

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"Do you think the Medici pharaoh wanted to wait for chaos to arise? He wanted to fish in troubled waters." Goulelik asked and answered himself, and it didn't seem like he had any intention of asking. If Yeenoghu was

At this moment here, the new God of Gnolls may also feel a little worried that his old opponent has suddenly become smarter.

Shanka ignored his words. "Edgar is really unlearned. He has just recovered from a serious illness, and he clearly has a lovely wife at home, but he still has to go out to find love," said the woman transformed by the leader of the Night Hag Po Chapter.

He laughed so hard that his branches trembled, "Do you think his body and bones can bear it? Is the acting consul making a mistake or desecrating himself?"

"The more frequently he goes out, the more people will deliver things to his home," Goulelik grinned with a big mouth full of fangs.

"Oh, is that so, hee hee."

While the Night Hag and the Demon Artoros were chatting "full of lies", Edgar was under great pressure. The acting consul was currently staying in the largest gold-selling cave in the city of Spate.

But he was not looking for fun, and there were no beauties around him. There were only a few bad old men sitting around a table with him.

Rubbing the ring on his finger - this is a symbol of the power of the consul of Spat City. Originally, after Santos resigned, this ring would be handed over to Glou, but after a series of changes, it was Ed who finally got it.

Adding such an outsider - Edgar blinked his bloodshot eyes from staying up late, "You think too highly of me..."

Before Edgar could finish speaking, an old man sitting closest to him, wearing a brocade robe and a beard, interrupted him, "You are a descendant of the Egu family, more than fifty years old."

The pasha who was in charge of Spat City years ago is your grandfather. If you don't have this qualification, then no one in this world will have this qualification."

After hearing this, Edgar couldn't help but stare at the old man who was speaking with his eyes wide open. "Are you threatening me?" Although his tone was not kind, he was somewhat stern. The old man was one of the big bosses behind Bellamus.

The agent of the Rene Bokhdev family had a falling out with the agent of Bella Bey, another big boss of Bellamus, so he came to find Edgar, the acting consul, on his own.

Going to reduce some of Rene Bochdiv's losses.

Seeing that Edgar was a little unhappy, the old man laughed and patted his lips with his palm. "I drank all night last night and got a little drunk. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Although he begged for mercy, he immediately said

The topic changed, "Fifty years are enough to change customs. Lord Renebo also thinks so, so he often teaches us servants to keep pace with the times. That Bella Bey is only willing to do things from the north.

It’s a business to transport it and sell it to the south, but my adults want to make a living by setting up a factory.”

Edgar was noncommittal, so the old man continued: "To be honest, who does the General Administration of Commerce of Spart City really listen to? Everyone here is like a mirror. If you want to get the approval document to build the factory, follow the formal process.

It is indeed not difficult. But what is difficult is that after the factory is built, we outsiders cannot compete with the local prominent families. Our purpose of inviting you here yesterday is just to borrow the shade under your big tree.

You also want to form a business alliance and recommend you as our leader."

As he spoke, the old man took out a papyrus book exuding magic fluctuations from his hand. The items listed in this stack of contracts were clearly the "personality" that he and Edgar talked about several hourglasses last night.

"Idea." In addition, with him taking the lead, several other agents of the Khedive also took out their own magic contracts from their arms - obviously, they had already discussed this.

"You guys..." Edgar felt his temples twitching, but when he pretended to be casual and glanced at the benefits listed in the contract, "...I can only agree."

Not long after, the song and the language of singing and dancing rang out in the room, and the Gold-Pumping Cave was still the same.

"Hey, they are all sharpening their knives, but they don't know which one is the pig and which one is the sheep." Namen, who had transformed into Santos, was hiding in a quiet basement and busying himself with his own affairs. There was a complicated thing in front of him.

The machine was running non-stop. The gears clicked and rotated, and the slender metal needles made tiny pinholes on the long strips of paper, recording information.

The day before yesterday, the Eternal Scale Chamber of Commerce secretly sent this state-of-the-art difference machine. At this time, it was running at full power and using maximum computing power to analyze the changes among the various forces in Spat City. Namen guarded it day and night.

Here, while injecting black oil into the generator set supporting the differential engine, the analysis results are read using a machine that can decipher the pinhole code.

On the table next to him, parchment scrolls covered with lapis lazuli powder were spread out in different categories, with the labels "Kedive", "Pharaoh Macho", "Spat City", "Everlasting" on them.

"Sequence Scale Chamber of Commerce"... and so on. On the table of entries, the data is changing every moment. In Namen's hand, he held a disk with a dragon pattern on it, with two red rods embedded in it.

There are test tubes of alchemical potions in two colors: green. As the data changes, the red and green test tubes wax and wane, always changing in height.

Although the height of the solution in the test tube containing the red alchemy potion can always exceed that of the green test tube - this means that in the game struggle of Spart City, the Eternal Order Scale Chamber of Commerce will definitely become the final winner - but Namen's

The mood is not too relaxed.

Because there are fifteen small gears engraved with ten numbers from zero to nine, and as the calculation results of the difference engine are read, they also automatically rotate to represent "cost" or "loss".

The amount. "Someone wants to overturn the table. If we don't use force to stop it, the loss seems inevitable," Namen thought in his mind. He has used the difference engine to calculate more than 300 solutions, but no matter which solution he wants to take,

Therefore, the Eternal Order Scale Merchant Guild is also responsible for the loss of hundreds of thousands of gold Drogo.

You know, the tax revenue of the city of Spate is only about 20,000 gold drogo a year. Ques asked him to be responsible for handling the affairs here, although he just said "just handle it properly",

But Namen is still not sure how "proper" is. If we don't use force to quell the chaos, it will definitely cause some losses, but if this loss makes the city face decadence,

I'm afraid this can't be considered "proper handling".

"If you talk, my man will break his legs," Namen muttered in a low voice. But he immediately shut his mouth. The Difference Engine in front of him is a strange thing: it can restrain prophecy spells only by relying on its calculation ability.

, best at analyzing all kinds of information. Because of Namen's complaint just now, the difference engine also took into account his uneasiness, which in turn caused some changes in the data read out, representing "loss"

And the amount of "cost" just jumped up several places.

After Namen calmed down, the data was restored.

Suddenly, a piece of copper pipe on the table beside him jingled. Namen quickly reached out to catch the sound-transmitting lizard that jumped out of the copper pipe, and picked up a piece from the small plate on the table that was already ready.

Feed the dried meat into its mouth. After swallowing the dried meat whole, the sound-transmitting lizard spit out a small brass marble from its throat.

Namen looked at the words "Gold-selling Cave" engraved on the copper pill, then touched the back of the sound-transmitting lizard, massaged it twice, and then stuffed it into the copper tube on the table again. Then he

, he picked up the copper pellet spat out by the sound-transmitting lizard, flicked it and threw it into a funnel-shaped opening on the difference machine. As the copper pellet fell in, the paper tape outside the difference machine began to move crazily towards
Chapter completed!