Magus Tech

The border of the Principality of the Golden Triangle, Black Gold City.

Compared with other cities, it has not completely fallen, but the battle has come to an end.With more and more soldiers surrendering, the resistance is getting weaker and weaker until they are completely strangled, and then it is to maintain order and... to search for property.

The sky is black.

On the street, a team of soldiers patrolled and imposed a curfew.

In a huge warehouse in the city, Baron Lancaster surrounded a box with fiery eyes counting money.

"Two thousand three hundred and sixty-two...two thousand three hundred and sixty-three...two thousand three hundred and sixty-four!"

"Two hundred and three hundred and sixty-four silver coins!" Baron Lancaster's eyes were round and his expression was so excited that he did not know where to put his hands and feet.

"Two thousand three hundred and sixty-four silver coins! Haha, more than two thousand silver coins! So much money, made, made!" Baron Lancaster said with excitement.

Then I thought of something. I turned my head and looked at the team of soldiers next to me: "You guys, listen to me, take this box away from me, and put it in the yard of my current residence. I warn you, inside I can remember the number of silver coins. One will be lost by then. I will kill you!"

"Of course!" Baron Lancaster changed his tone again, looking at the soldiers, "If you are done, after this trip, increase your salary by three... three... well, fifty percent! Alright, go!"

Baron Lancaster waved his hands, and the soldiers left the box quickly.

Baron Lancaster looked again at the rest of the warehouse, and saw a soldier curiously touch a pile of dry plants in a wooden box, quickly rushed over, and rewarded each other with several feet.

While kicking the soldiers, he reprimanded: "Are you blind, haven't you seen that these things are all specially divided, and they are all things of the wizards and adults? You broke me, and you can't afford to sell you! Understand!"

After finishing speaking, looking at all the soldiers in the warehouse, Baron Lancaster said: "I have remembered that all the wizards in the warehouse may use it, and they are not allowed to touch me!"

"Yes."

The soldiers answered quickly.

At this time, a soldier hurried in from outside the warehouse, and ran to Baron Lancaster, reporting: "Master Baron, Wizard Master, please come over, it seems there is something to discuss."

"Okay, I'll go here," Lancaster said, turning his head and giving the soldiers a final charge. "After I leave, you will show me the warehouse. If the old guy from Kapage or the rest People want to take the things in the warehouse and call me back directly, no need to be polite!

Tell them that the master wizard has let me allocate the things in the warehouse. What I want is only allowed with my permission!"

"Yes." The soldiers answered.

"Well." Baron Lancaster nodded with satisfaction and left.

In his view, this Eastern War with the wizard was simply the wisest choice.It hasn't been a long time since I made a fortune, and it seems that there will be more and more in the future.The most important thing is that this war does not seem to require much effort from him at all, almost just picking up things behind the wizard.

In this world, there should be no easier thing.Although this war has just begun, he feels that he has seen the result, that is, a complete victory.

Yes, a complete victory.

...

The idea of ​​Baron Lancaster is not special. Many soldiers, officers, and nobles who followed the wizards of the Revenge Alliance in the war have similar ideas.

Because at the beginning of this war, it was really smooth. All the attacks were in full force, and the enemy's defense was easily broken.The surrendered and captive enemies are countless, and everything is moving towards the good.

Of course, some people hold the opposite view as to how this war will develop.

...

Somewhere on the east coast, in the underground hall.

Many people in the mysterious organization are busy, and the muse is sitting on the exclusive seat in the deepest part of the hall as usual, closing his eyes and raising his mind.

Next to the seat, Franklin's body was straight, and the reports were up to date.

"In the direction of the Moore Alliance, they won the Crushed Sand City and are continuing to go deeper and stay in the Black Pine Mountains..."

"In the direction of the Kingdom of Hawks, Rocco City has just fallen and the White Lion City is under threat..."

"In the direction of the Dora Kingdom, the Grey Spot City is surrounded by groups...

"Prince of the Golden Triangle..."

"Holy Alliance..."

"..."

After listening for a long time, Muse opened his eyes lazily, glanced at Franklin with only one eye left, and waved his hand: "Okay, don't go on, I know."

"Then we..."

"Don't worry, just keep them in this offensive state." Muse dismissed it. "It's just the last struggle. After all, isn't that what we plan to do. If their attack is frustrated, we still have to help where are they."

"But their speed is still too fast, especially a small force in the Golden Triangle Kingdom, which is extremely deep, and it's almost our warning line." Franklin reminded.

"Then wait until he crosses the cordon and talk about it." Muse said, ending the topic directly, and then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, yes." Franklin replied, "Muse is in charge. The person from the main mainland headquarters has brought us the support we have just arrived."

"Is there any support. Well, you can arrange it as you planned." Muse said, not very attentive.

Franklin opened his lips together, his words stopped, and his face was awkward.

"Why?" Muse noticed keenly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That, the muse is in charge..." Franklin answered honestly. "The person supported by the main continent headquarters said that he wants to see you."

"Huh?" Muse raised an eyebrow and blinked, "Want to see me?"

"It's a bit interesting," Muse said to herself, asking what she was thinking, "Who are they leading?"

"I heard it was called Gasol, um, Quinman Gasol."

"It turns out to be him, no wonder." Muse suddenly smiled, a little cold.

"Muse steward knows him?" Franklin asked.

"It's more than knowing, it's almost an acquaintance." Muse's expression became colder, and he waved, "Go, let him come!"

"Yes." Franklin answered.In his view, from the analysis of Muse's expression, the acquaintances in Muse's mouth are not at all like good relationships, more like enemies.But he did not dare to refuse Muse's order, nodded, and quickly left the hall to go out.

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