Chapter 19: A flag

Dessier took a deep breath and put a smile on his face: "Since these weapons are useful, then my investment is worth it."

He stood up, walked in front of Chris, put his hand on Chris' shoulder, and said solemnly: "There are countless contradictions in this world, and the rich and the poor are just a small part of it."

Withdrawing his hand, pinching a small distance between his thumb and index finger, Desaier continued: "So, even if I am rich, I am just an ant in the eyes of the mage."

"The oppression and bullying of mortal countries by the Magic Empire is the cruelest and most intolerable thing in the world!" When Desaiel mentioned this matter, even his handsome face became distorted: "We are not humans. It’s just the livestock they raised in captivity, can you understand this feeling?"

"We are born on ordinary land, we can only bear the fate of mortals." Dessell stared at Chris, gritted his teeth word by word: "But I'm not convinced! I'm Dessell! Longtete De Purcell! I want to change the fate of mortals!"

"You let me see hope! A mortal can defeat the dragon and kill the hope of those magicians! Chris!" Desaiel clenched his fists and asked, "What about you! I'm willing to give to those who claim to be gods." Magicians, be dogs for a lifetime?"

"I never thought about being a dog, Desaier." Chris shook his head and said, "I just know that there is no problem in this world that can't be solved by a cannonball... If there is one, then open two. gun!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha." Desaier looked at Chris and laughed, the more he laughed, the more unscrupulous: "Ha ha ha ha ha! Good point! Let's not be slaves and lackeys! Let's be upright people!"

"That's why I sponsored you! Because when I first saw you, I knew that you were the same person as me!" Desaiel said with a smile: "When you ask me'invest in the monarch of a country,' How many times the profit can be made?' When I knew that you and I are the same kind of people!"

He narrowed his smile and looked at Chris seriously: "So, what now? I am not investing in a monarch, but to overthrow everything in this world. Are you still willing to...or dare to take my investment? Huh?"

Chris still didn't answer Desaier's words immediately, he just tapped his saber hilt, which was a small habit he was thinking about.

As a traverser who wants to use industrial civilization to change the world, as an outlier in this world, Chris naturally wants to do something. If he just wants to live his wealthy life with mediocrity, then he doesn't need to work hard to make artillery.

No matter from which aspect, he wants to challenge the world in his bones. There is no doubt about this, so he is very interested in Desaier's statement.

Indeed, he needs a reason, or a banner, to unite all the forces he can unite. The world of hegemony cannot be done by one person, and he is not the top powerhouse in the novel. Of course, no one has the power to challenge the order.

The power of mortals...challenging the magic empire...this is really a shocking slogan...Chris kept weighing in his heart, calculating the pros and cons.

Desaier did not urge Chris to make a decision. In his opinion, the more cautious the other party, the better. What he wants to cooperate is a cautious and capable leader, not an impulsive lunatic.

Once this banner is raised, mortals all over the world will yearn for the rise of Ailan Hill, and once he fails, the magicians of the magic empire will not give him any chance to make a comeback. He would be burned to death on the flagpole by the dragon's breath, turning into a black history that no one dared to mention.

However, even if he does not cooperate with Desaiel, one day, he will become an alien in the eyes of those magicians: modern technological civilization will one day become a strong enemy of magic, which is an inevitable result.

Science and technology have given mankind the ability to travel against the wind. It can transmit sound for thousands of miles, transmit patterns of influence, and sit on the ground for 80,000 miles a day. These conveniences were once the privileges of magicians.

In the same way, terrible science and technology can destroy the world, destroy a city in an instant, and all of these were things that magicians could only do in the past!

Under the impetus of Chris, mortals will also master countless methods comparable to magic, and even more powerful than magic in some respects. At that time, will mortals willingly accept the slavery of a magician? Will the magician sit and watch the rise of mortals again?

Therefore, the facts are in front of us, even if Chris does not trouble the magic empire, in the end he will be at odds with the magician group... This is a deadlock to face sooner or later, a contradiction that cannot be compromised.

Thinking of this, Chris felt that he had no choice: on the one hand, he had to face the pressure of the magic empire anyway; on the other hand, he really needed Dessel's financial support now. So he can only cooperate with Desaier to take over the battle flag that represents the rise of mortals.

"Ilan Hill needs a banner... Mortals should also control their own destiny! We will never be slaves!" After Chris thought for a while, his finger finally stopped on the hilt of the sword, solemnly facing morality. Purcell said, "Alan Hill, from now on, is the hope of all mortals!"

"Happy cooperation!" The smile on Desaier's face was even stronger, and he bowed slightly and said: "Then, I, Longtaite Desai, is your most loyal follower! Your Majesty Elanhill Chris !"

Chris touched his nose and smiled shyly, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not used to it. Someone called me your majesty... Besides, you really brought all the money in your family?"

"How is it possible..." Dessell glanced at Chris, disdainful of Chris' financial knowledge: "The 1.9 billion I said is all the belongings of the entire Longtaite family for hundreds of years, and the real estate all over the world There are business names, countless caravans and secret recipes add up to the total value!"

"Oh..." Chris thought that Dessier was talking about such a large sum of cash, so he was slightly disappointed when he heard Dessier's words.

Seeing the other's expression, Desaier suppressed his anger at the ignorant, and explained: "Do you think I am a god? Even an empire can't get so many gold coins at once! I can raise it now. Yes, there are only more than one million gold coins."

In fact, Chris is not in charge and knows Chai Migui. Desaier's ability to raise more than 1 million gold coins in just over a month is the best proof of the deep heritage of the Longtaite family.

"Bribing Prime Minister Arante to buy you the position of the Grand Duke, it cost you two hundred and fifty thousand, and you have to leave some for next year's tax payment... You now have about 600,000 gold coins to pay." Desaier decided to disagree with the turtle. General knowledge, directly reported a rough figure to Chris.

Hearing this number, Chris suddenly felt that he had become a rich man, and immediately said with a smile: "Very good! With these funds, we can immediately purchase supplies and start industrialization at a faster speed!"

This is like a construction game player who uses secret skills. These cheating players have countless money when building a city, and they can ignore various business laws and directly build the buildings they need.

Chris, who got Dessier's funds, is like such a player. He can buy the raw materials he needs on a large scale, and then build the industrial foundation of Seris City as quickly as possible.

Thinking that his wallet would shrink at an unprecedented rate, Dessier, who had already posted all his wealth, felt a sense of powerlessness in dealing with others. He held his forehead and promised: "What do you want to buy... I'll draw up a list. I have brought some caravans and can buy it back for you!"

With these caravans, Chris can still dispose of some of the carpentry products and textiles that are backlogged in the warehouse, which can also relieve some of his production pressure.

"Second thing..." Chris returned to his seat and said to Desaier while driving the purchase list: "Well... you first pay... the wages I owe to the workers, and give them..."

"I..." Desaier suddenly felt that he might have made a mistake. The guy in front of him was definitely not the master of the reincarnation of a hero, but a very unreliable bastard. He hesitated to speak, but finally gave up his plan to struggle: "I'm going now!"

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Just when Dessell felt that he had blown up the nursing home in his previous life, and met Chris after suffering retribution in this life, in another room, the old gentleman Gurlo was looking at a pile of data and his eyes straightened.

This is the first time he has seen such terrible production capacity, and a city's reserves of materials have been consumed within a month.

Except for the steel and wood that Seris is rich in, the rest of the raw materials are basically exhausted, and these seemingly irrelevant things have been organized together and turned into one strange product after another: machinery and equipment. !

The production of Seris City is basically completed with the support of these equipment, and the production speed is extremely fast. It is foreseeable that as long as there are enough raw materials, Serris can continuously produce materials and flood the entire continent.

Gurlo has served the Longtaite family for 30 years. In these years, he has never seen such a subversive production capacity, and has never seen such an unreasonable rate of increase in production. He now believes in Germany. Said said when he came to him: "The world is changing!"