"Second..." The thin and pale middle finger was raised halfway and suddenly stopped.
Yi Wenyan put down his hand, put it on the desk, frowned, and looked at the girl in front of him: "Sorry, Eiffel, I'm a little tired. We'll talk about these things later. Can you go out now?"
"..." The white-haired head maid wavered, but she remained silent for a while, looking at Yi Wenyan's increasingly ugly face, and finally said nothing, "Yes, your will is my glory,
Master Ian."
The moment Iofita closed the study door, Suzo couldn't hold on any longer, covered his mouth with his right hand, and coughed violently.
On the back of his right hand, the silver coat of arms flashed and flickered, squirming like a living creature. Every time the coat of arms flashed, 10% of the magic power and physical strength in Su Zuo's body would be instantly devoured.
As the magic power and physical strength disappeared, waves of dizziness hit Su Zuo's heart. The oppressed trachea was blocked at the tip of his tongue, making it difficult to breathe. His feet slipped and he knelt down on the ground while holding on to the thick gilt desk.
He raised his right hand, which was constantly shining with silver light, in front of his eyes, and the dark red blood in his palm became a piece of blood.
Su Zuo smiled bitterly and put his hand down.
Breathing like an asthmatic—
"If possible, I would also like to adopt a gentler approach..."
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Outside the study door, Iofetta leaned against the study door, clinging tightly to it. When the movement in the room disappeared, she bit her lips and left.
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If possible, Su Zuo also wants to wait five to ten years, after Citibank has collected more than half of Nanling's black silver coins, before breaking the lock on deflation.
But one night in the second year after the "Yiwen Ian Project" was implemented, a strange thing suddenly happened to Su Zuo, who was copying the magic book in his bedroom. He was surprised to find that there was something silent on the back of his right hand.
The silver rune quietly hidden under his skin suddenly shone, and then the magic power in his body began to drain away rapidly. When he was helpless, he watched his magic power being swallowed up, followed by huge pain, and his
His physical strength also began to drain away from the coat of arms bit by bit. In the end, unable to bear the pain, Su Zuosheng fainted from the pain, and was not discovered until the next morning by Iofetta, who had gotten up early.
The cause of the disease, which even the imperial doctor could not pinpoint, was more like a curse than an illness. The silver thorns emblem on the back of his hand flashed every few days without interruption.
For unknown reasons and mechanisms, even if the skin on the back of the hand is torn off, the coat of arms will still appear on the bones in a flash.
For some reason, Su Zuo had a feeling that this was a curse rooted in his soul. It had been attached to him the moment he made the contract with the magic book, and it could not be removed by physical means.
Su Zuo carefully hid this truth. On the one hand, he comforted the people around him, but he was just losing his magic power and physical strength. On the other hand, he quietly changed his plan and detonated the blockbuster of the currency crisis that he had planted in advance.
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The 8% annual decline in the silver content of Uzbek silver coins is enough to shake the original foundation of the entire empire's monetary system. While constantly devaluing Uzbek silver coins, they are frantically suppressing the price of silver, causing inflation in the entire Nanling market, forcing those gangs to
The nobles of Nanling, who would never take their stored silver coins out of their cellars to dry in the sun, were horrified by the fact that their property was falling at a crazy rate of 8% per year without doing anything, so they desperately sold off the black silver coins in their hands.
, replace them with other more reliable and stable appreciation products——
For example, the products produced by Yiwen Ian's factory.
Only flowing wealth is real wealth. What modern economics talks about is not just dead money such as interest rates, interest rates, exchange rates, principal and interest, but capital chains, capital flows, and gold circulation. Only when money
When it flows into the market, the roar of money will turn into a torrent of civilization that sweeps through everything, driving everyone to consciously and consciously climb upstream - and this can never be achieved by a planned economy.
The shrewd nobles resold Su Zuo's industrial products. Without Su Zuo raising a fleet of airships, his industrial products were naturally sold to Nanling and even throughout the empire. The smart nobles exchanged privileges for technology, allowing Su Zuo's Citibank to
They settled in their own territory and established industrialized factories next to their own cities, clearly and consciously playing the role of pioneers of national capitalism.
Even for ordinary nobles, Suzo provides a series of virtual financial products such as Duke Palace debt, industrial product futures certificates, and factory stock certificates for them to invest.
The level of magic civilization in the empire has long surpassed Su Zuo's impression of the 18th century, but only in terms of industrialization and industrial system, it still remains at the level of small workshop handicrafts and agricultural production using human and animal power.
But even so, it is still very difficult to change a country or the ideology of a population. Even in Nanling, an imperial enclave that was just established less than 70 years ago, the thinking of conservative aristocrats is still the same.
It's deep-rooted and has such huge rebounding force that if Su Zuo doesn't pay attention, it is likely to explode suddenly and drag him completely into the dark abyss.
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"Woo——!"
The long steel dragon puffed out billowing white smoke. No matter how many times Emerson sat on this huge metal machine, it still felt so incredible.
A steel train that even thirty earth dragons cannot pull up, only needs a steam locomotive that breathes white gas, can drag thousands of people and equipment, and run rumble on the silver rails.
The power of magic is truly amazing.
"What are you looking at? Let's go, we're going home!" The companion smiled and patted Emerson on the shoulder, asking him to get up quickly.
Emerson was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the train had arrived at the station.
The war was finally over and he went home.
Even though he was as silent as he was, he couldn't help but smile as happily as his companions. He nodded desperately, with a sore nose: "Yes, we are back."
Picking up the rifle on his back, Emerson followed his companions and jumped off the military column.
In the open space in front of the platform, the squad leader nodded:
"Silen!" "Arrived!" "Qoma!" "Arrived!"
"Emerson!"
Staring at the monitor's lips, Emerson opened his mouth at the moment his mouth moved -
Immediately afterwards, Emerson was hit hard on the shoulder. He was unsteady and almost fell onto the rifle of his companion in front.
"Ouch! Sorry..."
An apology came from behind his head, and Emerson, who was knocked dizzy, turned around and saw a familiar, handsome blond man.
"Ge...Your Excellency Georg!" Emerson was stunned for a moment before he realized who the person who bumped into him was. His expression suddenly became awkward. He quickly stood up and saluted as a military salute. The recent elected officer was not in the rank of the New Model Army.
It's within the system, so he can only call the other party this way.
"Ah...it's too crowded here. I accidentally bumped into you. Are you okay?" Georg smiled humbly. He used his arms to protect the girl in his arms. Now he is no longer the knight on the battlefield.
Dressed in a wide-brimmed hat, white shirt, and waisted short trench coat, he is a handsome gentleman and he accurately grasps the current fashion. It is no wonder that so many young girls in White Rose City are fascinated by him.
The girl in his arms was dressed more classically, wearing a traditional Nanling palace dress. However, even so, the goose-yellow luxurious dress covered with moiré patterns highlighted the silent and slightly elegant look of the girl.
She has a sad temperament and long, soft hair that hangs down from her neck to her waist. It looks like black, but under the refraction of light, it exudes a faint, black-gold color. The fragrance of her hair wafts faintly from a distance away.
When I came over, it was so graceful.
As soon as Emerson's eyes fell on her, he couldn't take them away - even if it was just a back view - he even forgot to answer Georg's question for a while, until his companion next to him pushed him.
Only then did he suddenly cough and react: "Uh?! Ah! No...it's okay!"
"That's good." Georg nodded, then reached out and pressed his hat, and whispered to the girl in his arms: "Miss, please follow me."
Emerson watched blankly as the two figures disappeared among the soldiers on the platform, and then sighed.
He knows it very well.
Even Georg, the girl who must be treated with respect is simply not something he can reach.
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Yi Wenyan looked at the invitation letter in his hand. This letter of admission from Young Dragon Academy was something that Su Zuo once could only hope to achieve. But for today's Yi Wen Ian, this is just an invitation for him.
As long as you sit at home and wait until you reach your age, waste paper will naturally come to your door.
Yes, that’s right, it’s just waste paper.
He casually threw the piece of waste paper into the trash can. Yiwen Ian rubbed his shoulders and stood up. He dealt with government affairs all morning. When Grand Duke Ian was away, Nanling Prefect, Lord of Rose County, Bai Qiangwei
The three responsibilities of the city lord all fall on him. He spends a long time processing various documents every day. Just signing orders requires signing more than a hundred documents, not to mention the time spent on reviewing them.
It's time.
People outside have only seen the glory of the Duke's Palace in the past nine years, but they have not seen Yiwen's increasingly thin body. The complicated government affairs, Yolandil's curse, thinking about it day and night, changed it again and again.
The four Yiwen Ian plans, just to create the kingdom of God on earth in his heart, have exhausted Yiwen Ian’s energy and physical strength. Yiwen Ian has a hunch that if he continues like this, no matter how much Yolan
If Till's curse continues to develop, Feldnan will probably die of illness due to physical exhaustion before he dies of old age.
Yi Wenyan looked at the black magic book on his desk with complicated eyes. It was tightly bound by several silver chains, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on it.
Yi Wenyan sighed. After a good sleep, nearly half of the magic power in his body had been restored, but the physical weakness became more serious. Every attack of the curse would make this feeling of weakness worse.
Obviously, the opposite is the improvement of magic power. Now Su Zuo can only be said to be an intermediate arcane mage at the level of arcane theory, but if any archmage inadvertently checks his magic level,
, but will definitely be frightened by the vast sea of magic in his body.
If Yiwen Ian was still the Su Zuo nine years ago, then he would probably rather bear the high price of exchanging physical strength for magic power and continue to pursue power; but for the current Yiwen Ian, this is just
A terrible curse that will kill him at some point.
Yi Wenyan coughed lightly. He had a premonition that he would be killed by this curse one day, and this time limit was probably not far away from him now, so he had to catch up with all the dust before the end.
Before settling down, calm down the chaos that is surging under the current calm situation in Nanling.
Although the method Su Zuo initially considered was not that radical, there was a smooth transition method, and radicals also had radical solutions.
Among the four reports spread out on the desk in front of Yiwen Ian, the first one to bear the brunt was the information about the "Crescent" of the Nanling Rebel Alliance.
Reform is bound to be accompanied by pain and the elimination of the old and the new. Fresh flesh and blood can grow in the right direction under appropriate guidance. But the festering sores and abscesses that cannot be changed must be eliminated neatly before they contaminate normal tissues.
Cut it out with one knife.
Su Zuo prepared the chopping board, Yi Wenyan prepared the knife, the actors on the stage were ready, and the curtain of the play was about to slowly open.
Those who have been waiting for eight years were not just the rebels who intended to assassinate Yi Wenyan.
After eight years of waiting, the one who finally waited for this curtain call feast was Yi Wenyan himself.
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As you wish, the second volume of the prelude to the curtain call is a gorgeous (probably) stage style (probably).
In addition, the review of the last chapter "Setting Water" reached my ears was very bad, but why did the recommendation votes double than usual?
Completely messy in the wind, feeling tired and without love.