Law of the Devil
Chapter 123 [Emperor's Road]
(Chapter 2 today!
Chapter 114 [The Road of the Emperor's Capital]
Speaking at the end, Sparrow sighed: "Now Miss Jolyn is running the big game in Port Walker, with less than a thousand gold coins in her hand. Article 32 According to the size of the fleet of ships, consumption, personnel food and drink, maintenance of ships, maintenance of weapons, monthly expenses are nearly thousand gold coins. This is already minimal compression. And this is still the fleet docked in the port, once you sail, the cost is even higher...”
Dewey took a deep breath: "So now instead of bringing me a copper plate, you want me to stick it in? ”
“Yes.” Spiro also had a bitter face. He had surrendered to Dewey and was eager to become a captain of the fleet, but now it seems that it was really the owners who knew that Chai Mi was expensive. The fleet was almost bankrupt before it went out to sea.
“If there is no new funding within a month, then my fleet is bankrupt?” Dewey asked again.
“In fact, there have been many expressions of dissatisfaction. They eat meat and drink when they're pirates. But now we can only eat cereal and the cheapest wheat wine. Now you're too poor to even find the cheapest prostitutes in the harbor. Had it not been for Miss Jolyn and Miss Joanna's forcible repression, there would have been several riots.” Sparrow was embarrassed to say.
Dewey rubbed his eyebrows, and he admitted that what he was thinking was a little strange was happening. Although Joanna, a great expert in town, and Sparrow, a former pirate, led the way, the search for pirates went well. It also succeeded in getting a great fleet without spending a penny, but to run a huge fleet, the consumption is remarkable! If it hadn't been for Dewey's recent small fortune, I wouldn't have been able to afford such a fleet!
“Okay.” Dewey waved: “The fleet, though spending more money, is not working yet. There is no way in or out, of course it cannot be consumed, but always find a way to turn our fleet into a money-making machine. ”
Then Dewey asked Captain Sparrow to go to Mudd, who ordered Mudd to pay 10,000 gold coins out of the books and take Sparrow back to fund it, and then think about it alone for a long time.
Overall, I actually make money. Although this fleet is expensive, it was stolen without a penny. It's just not possible to go out and be a pirate with so many ships. We have to find a way to trade in the oceans.
Dewey immediately remembered the Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment he had encountered in the frozen forests of the North. Bienrich complained many times that their mercenaries were fighting to hunt for warcraft in the ice-covered forest with their heads tied, but they were overpriced by black-hearted businessmen. Dewey also knows that the core of a low-level warcraft sells up to one or two gold coins in a town on the edge of the frozen forest in the north, and in the south, the price increases tenfold or tens of times! Because the Imperial Decree, while not prohibiting people from hunting in the ice-covered forests, is stuck in trade. Mercenary regiments that struggle to capture warcraft are often unable to sell them publicly, and have to endure the pain of selling the goods at a low price to some backgrounds and doorways traders.
Those merchants often had some northern hawks behind them, who bought the beasts at a lower price, and then managed to obtain legal formalities that could be sold to the South at a higher price. Once in and out, it's ten times or even a hundred times more profitable.
People can do it, they can do it!
And now that you have a fleet, south of the frozen forest, in the eastern waters of the empire, and a few ports in the north, you just have to send your fleet to the northern ports to buy them, and then ship them to the south for sale, and naturally you make a lot of money.
The problem is that even though I am now holding onto the Halo of the Rollins, I am not yet an adult, without my own title, the name is not right and wrong, the business of the North, I am afraid to get into the privileged opposition of the North. Besides, we need to make a lot of smuggled out warcraft prey into something legal, official relationships, I'm afraid, not enough weight. After all, I am still a small child. I can make small noises on weekdays. If I really want to do business of this magnitude, I can't do it without the formal and competent members of the family.
To think about it, Dewey suddenly had a strange thought in her mind:
If… if I am truly the successor to the family, it would be good.
That thought came up, and Dewey herself was frightened.
How did I get here? It wasn't that I hated that kind of responsible life, deliberately silenced, misunderstood and unexplained, that I was sent back to the Rollin Plains to live a free and comfortable life? If you were to truly become the heir to the family, I'm afraid there would be a lot of trouble, taking on the glory and responsibility of a family, can you still live as you please?
To think about it, Dewey sighed in her heart, or whatever it is, solve the problem first.
Dewey then hesitated for a moment and finally placed the candidate on the newly harvested President of the United States. Because my men really don't have a strong heart.
Dewey called George Bush and told him to take his own letter to the North to find Bienrich, the leader of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps. After all, George Bush is from the North and has heard of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps.
In any case, Dewey wanted to pull the Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment, which is not a small group, usually goes in and out of the frozen forest, and a lot of goods goes in and out, grabbing them first, eating all their cargo in one bite, and making a small run of his own maritime trade first, although not necessarily making a lot of money, is better than throwing a fleet in the harbor to rust.
As a result, Captain Jack Sparrow and Mr. George Bush became close comrades and the two prepared themselves to go north in search of the mercenary regiment.
Three days later, Dewey finally waited for news from Imperial Capital.
Count Raymond wrote a handwritten letter and sent someone to pass it on quickly. Nothing much was said in the letter, just that it was almost summer and that Dewey was rushed to the Emperor's annual Summer Festival.
Just words, but after all, he summoned Dewey back to the Emperor. Mudd is naturally delighted with his master. Dewey was faint, very accommodating, and didn't seem to see much joy.
To the Imperial City?
Huh, Tidu's water is deep! Now hiding in the Rollin Plains, you can feel at home. But the Emperor has a lot of authority, the Homen nobility, the Temple guys, and the Magic Union...
Isn't Hussein great? First Saint Knight of the Continent! But he was hunted down by the temple like a bereavement dog.
There are too many secrets on my body right now, and it's a big disaster to cut down my house. If the temple finds me, I'm afraid I'll be eaten without any slag left!
The night before the departure, Dewey had a quiet conversation with Hussein in his own little manor outside the castle, and then decided to come down, this time to Tito, to say that Hussein could never accompany him. There are too many people in Diduri who recognize Hussein.
As for Nicole (Medusa), Dewey hesitated repeatedly and still didn't bring her, even though Medusa was super powerful and even a strong bodyguard. But Her Majesty's nature, Dewey, has yet to be understood, and it may not be long before a commotion has broken out and she stays at home, at least one more Hussein can hold her back, and if she is brought to Emperor Dudu, she cannot hold her own.
Otherwise, Dewey took the Grigg witch with him. After all, a mouse, even as a pet, wouldn't be a big problem as long as he didn't speak in public.
And QQ... Dewey has some headaches about this beast. Because since I got this guy, he's had no use whatsoever but to talk and say “elegance” all day long, purely a food-wasting guy. But Dewey thought about it for half a day, and the ghost made it worse, but he brought it with him.
So Dewey packed his bags, took a mouse and a penguin, ordered fifty cavalry escorts, brought some messy things he'd made, got a couple of carriages, haunted, and left for the emperor.
Hot air balloons were naturally fast… but there was too much cargo and Dewey didn't have as many hot air balloons to follow. And Dewey wants to take a leisurely walk.
Walking silently all the way to the Rollin River north of the Rollin Plains, he crossed the river water and left the Rollin family's territory, but saw a horse standing on a stone bridge on the Rollin River all the way.
Dewey rode on the horse, set his eyes, on the horse, wearing a grey magician robe, grey hair, grey eyes, a bitter melon face, a pair of upside down eyebrows, but it was that Clark magician.
Clark saw Dewey's convoy coming and immediately greeted him, staring at Dewey, who was escorted by the Rollins' cavalry, laughing out loud: "Master Dewey, the Magic Union has received news of your departure to Dido, and the union president, Mr. Yagodougan, has asked me to wait here for you! ”
Dewey turned a few thoughts and jumped off the horse and came up and laughed: "Master Clark, don't you know what the union president wants me to do? ”
Clark jumped off the horse, walked up to Dewey, carefully grabbed a fine box of black wood from his arms, and opened it with a golden badge, handed to Dewey, and laughed: "This is what Mr. Chairman asked me to give you! You are Lord Gandhoff's apprentice and have been recognized by the Magic Union. As Lord Gandhoff's apprentice, although you have not yet taken any magic level exams, Lord Gandhoff's apprentice must have an extraordinary knowledge of magic. This badge is an honorary badge in a magic union and does not represent a magic level, but it shows that you are a 'Bachelor of Magic’ recognized by a magic union, wearing this badge, and that branches of a magic union in all parts of the continent will receive preferential treatment. When you arrive in Didu, Mr. Chairman will personally assess your magical strength and then give you the Method Level badge. ”
Dewey moved in her heart. Looking at this gold badge in your hand, the hidden magic fluctuations on it can't hide Dewey's senses.
That's a good thing. Dewey certainly knows what this badge stands for. Although not a symbol of the magician level, it basically means that the person wearing this badge is a magician!
The so-called Bachelor of Magic is the equivalent of a "visiting professor” at the university. It is not subject to jurisdiction, but it is an honour and a symbol of identity.
“There's one more thing. ”
Clark removed a bag from his horse and opened it and carefully folded a robe inside. The style is similar to a magician's robe, but it's not gray or white, but it's a pure black robe.
There are also several magic union logos on it, as well as some beautiful patterns. Dewey doesn't know what this is, Clark explains: "It's a Bachelor of Magic robe. This robe is not cheap, these patterns on it can be helpful as long as you use magic. There are also simple physical attacks that pop up when you encounter an enemy. In the Magic Union, only the members of the Bureau can possess such a robe. The magic on it was done by several of the chief magicians of the Bureau. This robe is a symbol of identity in Teito! There are no more than fifteen magic unions across the continent with Bachelor of Magic status! ”
After a pause, Clark took a step back, respectfully bent down, offered a courtesy greeting to the senior magician to Dewey, and laughed: “The Bachelor of Magic is in a superior position in the union, wearing this robe, walking in the Emperor, all magicians below the sixth level are to pay homage to you. ”
Dewey's heart grew a little more solemn.
I went out on my own and haven't stepped out of the Rollins' territory yet. This magician will show himself again and again...
Dewey doesn't believe there is a free lunch in the world. The other party spends the money on himself, and there must be a plot.
Neither refused it at this moment. Dewey smiled and wore this black Bachelor of Magic robe on the spot. Then he wore the badge. Indeed, the magic fluctuated immediately on the badge, triggering the enchantment on the Master's robe and immediately emitting a silver arc of light. Dewey felt a little soft force dragging herself, raising her hands between her feet, her body lightening up a few points, and it seemed that the magic on it was probably physical surgery, like agility or acceleration.
Even more so, wearing this magician robe, the body that was originally slightly heated by horseback riding gradually cooled down, it seems that there is also a slight effect of temperature regulation.
Dewey had a great time, thanks to Clark, and then Clark joined Dewey's team, walking north toward the Emperor.
Dewey, at last, returned to Emperor City, to the circle of power he was so eager to escape.
Future development, wait and see!
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