In Volantis today, with the red dragon at the top and the tiger and elephant parties supporting each other, Witte has completely taken control of the city, and it is much easier to mobilize their troops again.
As long as the political system here is not changed for the time being, Volantis is currently only suitable for self-government. Witte only made a few demands on the three consuls, to abolish slavery within five years and change them all to free citizens.
As soon as the news reached the top, it was opposed by many nobles, and Werther wore a black tights and put up a small blackboard.
"Slaves help nobles make money, and slaves mainly take care of their food, drink, toilet, and childbirth. If you become free people, they will also help you make money. It seems that the money you get is less, so first reduce their living expenses.
In addition, they also have poll tax, and the high productivity of the free people is unparalleled before. After all, the money they earn is still yours after all!"
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After Werther calculated his economic accounts, the nobles of Volantis all became supportive. After discussion, they decided on a new policy. As long as slaves work hard and perform well within two years, they can be redeemed and become freedmen. Three batches of
Exactly five years after this, slavery was completely abolished, and the great deeds of the Volantis nobles were to be vigorously publicized.
By the time things here were over, it was already June of Ac301 when Werther returned to Tyrosh by boat.
Currently the cleanest city in the world, Veidt is definitely his own Tyroshi. Even Volantis, which is full of flowers, is full of the smell of animal excrement, while Tyrosh has no horses or large livestock, and there is no excrement everywhere.
Taste.
There was no welcoming ceremony arranged at the port, because the castle was built on the cliff at the highest point of the island. The hinge designed by Gendry had already been built, and the ship could get up from here by parking at the small pontoon below the castle.
Four thick metal poles extend from the castle. A room houses a thick hinge, which can be rotated manually through multiple sets of gears. Four thick iron chains go around the pulleys on the metal poles, pulling down a ten
Four corners of a large wooden board about an square meter.
"Duke Werther, we won't go up!" Baron Swann smiled, unwilling to stand on the winch despite Werther's invitation.
"Then your escort mission is over. All members of the Guards and the navy are on vacation for three days!" Witte knocked on the iron chain with his dagger. After hearing this, the people on the castle began to turn the winch.
Witte sat on the box and looked at the gradually lowering sea level: "There is nothing to be afraid of. It's just an open-air elevator dozens of meters high."
Balon, who returned to the ship, raised his head and saw that Werther had entered the castle and said to Oren next to him: "It's really scary. I heard from the sailors that only magicians who are not afraid of death dare to ride on this thing." p>
"It was originally used to sell goods!" After being away for two consecutive months, Oren also planned to take a good rest and prepare to take a few people to a tavern in the city for a big drink.
"I'll treat you to this meal!" Balon patted Oren on the shoulder.
During the battle of the Dragon Cult, a few people followed Orion's instructions and did not rush to the front to show off. That was the Volantis' place, and it was their battle. The people from Tyrosh only had to assist them.
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After some operations, these people not only gained favor within the Dragon Cult, but were also very popular among the Volantis nobles. Originally, Balon was supposed to follow Veidt closely, but now he is particularly grateful to Oren.<
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Werther returned to the castle alone and checked the quality of the newly built winch. After encouraging the craftsmen, he asked them to remember to apply more grease and waterproofing.
The castle was very lively today. When Werther walked through the corridor of the barracks and came to the hall, people in twos and threes gathered together to chat.
"Duke Werther! Hello."
"Duke Werther is back!"
Witte didn't recognize the people greeting him, but judging from their clothing, they were Dornish people, so he asked: "The war in Dorne is over?"
"Yes!" The person didn't say much.
Werther looked up and looked toward the bedroom.
"We came to Tyrosh with Nymeria."
"I know, you can do whatever you want. I'll ask the cook to prepare a dinner for you later." Werther called for the attendant and ordered him to go down.
"Thank you Duke Werther, the dinner has been arranged."
"Oh, the sun is still very bright. I have something to do at the magic school. I'll go do it first."
There were many people in the halls and corridors, both men and women. Especially the women wearing Dornish costumes always looked at him strangely. Werther had a bad feeling in his heart. He used magic to detect more than a dozen lives in the bedroom.
After confirming that there was no danger, he quickly found an excuse to leave the castle.
Coming to the magic school in the inner city, it is equally lively.
Boom! Bang!
When I walked around the school's newly built testing wall, I saw colorful magic exploding.
"Is this a magic wand?" Witte saw a white metal rod in Cobain's hand and walked up to him and asked.
"Haha, Master Werther, you are back!" Cobain handed the metal rod in his hand to Werther and said: "This is the fifth generation that we all have researched, and it has reached the definition of a wand."
Witte turned on the magic detection and tried to input a little magic into the wand.
Coburn continued to say from the side: "You know that I major in the summoning system, and using other types of magic consumes a lot of magic power, so the magic in my wand is the transformation magic, candlelight!"
"Candlelight?" After hearing this, Witte began to look at Cobain up and down.
He was originally slovenly, but under the guidance of Moroya Hightower, he got rid of his bad habits. Now he wears a spotless pure white robe wherever he goes, with patterns embroidered with metal threads on the robe. His hair is all white.
He also has long hair and a white beard, plus a white wand in his hand. With this look, everyone will think that he is a very powerful magician.
Werther: "Why don't you add some destructive magic to the wand?"
"I just like summoned things. I don't have to work hard to let them fight. It's so convenient." Coburn's words make sense.
Werther returned the wand to him: "Go on and try, where are the books on manufacturing processes and principles?"
"It's all recorded. Lord Renly is sorting it out in the library." After Qyburn finished speaking, he blew on his white beard, and a bright ball of light emitted from the top of the wand in his hand.
With many magicians in the library, a huge problem was solved by everyone's joint efforts. The names of more than a hundred magicians involved in this matter will remain in the annals of history forever, so the manuscripts and books compiled cannot tolerate any sloppiness.<
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When Werther saw this, he didn't want to disturb them. He looked bored and had to go back to the castle alone.
Seeing Werther coming back, a maid hurriedly ran over: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Terene is looking for you!"
Werther pushed open the bedroom door. The three children had been taken away, and the others were nowhere to be seen. Only Triene and Margaery were sitting on the sofa.
Witte trotted over and hugged someone's waist with one hand: "Where is Nymeria?"
"You'd better be careful!" Triene poked Wert's waist with her hand.
"What's going on?"
Just as Werther was about to ask, there was a bang and the door to the dressing room of the bedroom was kicked open.
Nymeria, who was wearing tight-fitting black leather armor, did not tie her braids and put her black hair on her back. She also held a thick riding crop in her hand.
Snap! The whip twitched and cracked in the air. Nymeria pointed at the big bed: "Witt! Do you go up by yourself or should I beat you up?"
"Such a thick whip can kill people!"
"You have rough skin and thick flesh, so you have to use this." Nymeria.
Witte didn't like this: "Don't do this Nymeria!"
Nymeria walked up to Werther and stepped on Werther's stomach, snap! A whip hit Werther's chest, and Werther quickly grasped the vital part.
At this time, Nymeria said in a condescending tone: "Call me Queen of Dawn!"