Chaos Crown

Coming out of the Hall of the Round Table, Aaron took a look at the newly completed building. With the liberation of the power of Chaos, the emblem of the Chaos Octagram could be vaguely seen on the main entrance.

This will be the starting point for everything.

It’s still hot in the sunset in autumn. Not far away, the dwarf engineering team is continuing to build Aaron’s Viscount Castle and Su Lun Mama’s Chapel. The white-bearded dwarf Kim Mungon-Fireweave saw Aaron come out, Greeted him: "Your Excellency?"

Aaron knew that Kimmgon was asking if he was satisfied with the quality of the project, but dwarves are so awkward, they don't like to ask directly, because it will hurt them if they are denied.

This is different from the elves. Recently, Aaron has been a little annoyed by that guy Barrell. This guy has been studying astral magic recently, and he always asks Aaron if he has any questions.

I am a warlock, you ask me?
I am a warlock...

Aaron could only answer as best he could.

"Very good, great, I like it very much." Aaron smiled at Kimmungon-Fireweave, and he didn't know whether he was talking about the quality of the building or the result of the meeting with the Chaos Gods.

"Well, that's good." Kim Mungon-Fireweave stroked his beard very contentedly. He thought to himself that this was a matter of course. Except for the elves, our dwarves must have the best project.

The dwarf master clapped his hands: "Oh, by the way, sir, you said before that you need our firearm samples?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded.

There are firearms in the kingdom, but the power of the firearms in the kingdom is not as powerful as imagined. According to Aaron’s knowledge from Elminster’s books, there were firearms in the Imasca Empire a long time ago, even There is also a profession specifically related to firearms - artificer.

"Then you'd better go see Fojar once." Kim Gombi gestured: "This guy has recently practiced serpentine steel well. I heard that you want to make firearms. Maybe he can help you. busy."

Aaron didn't say much, he just nodded to show he understood.

There are five large villages in the Sunset Territory. Among them, the village near Viscount Aaron’s castle is called Coward Village. build on this.

Aaron currently owns four competitive industries: Silver Emulsion, Silver Incense, Serpentine Steel Technology, and Astral Magic. Among them, the first silver emulsion has been able to stably provide his wallet with at least 5000 Golden Lions every month Token dividends, and even so, such a weak production capacity is still in short supply across the country.

However, with the establishment of the Round Table Palace, this situation will definitely improve.

The Silver Chamber of Commerce also brought Aaron a large number of clergy church members who participated in the construction of his territory. For example, as far as the eye can see, the Church of the Three Gods of Justice, the Church of Timora, the Church of Huofa, and the Church of Heim have already gathered around Xingyun Town A chapel was set up, and the teachings of their gods began to be preached, attracting commoners to join the religion.

Of course, there is no doubt that the Church of Our Lady of Silver, Suren, has the greatest influence in the Sunset Territory. Eleanor has been particularly keen on preaching since she arrived in the territory. Lun Mama's brilliance.

And just as Aaron once said to Su Lun Mama: Ignorant civilians actually don’t care how lofty your goals and ambitions are, they only care about the practical benefits of believing in you?Believe me what can I get?
Eleanor's answer is also very simple: Our church has very good financial resources. We believe that we can eat cookies, ale and barbecue for free on the Holy Day of Sullen. For the poor, we provide free relief.

The medical resources of our church are very good. There is a dedicated medical team. As long as you believe that Su Lun is a follower of Our Lady of Silver, the medical magic will be half priced.

So Su Lun's belief immediately became the most common belief in Sunset Territory.

Silver incense is already being prepared, and astral magic is already well-known.

What we need to pay attention to now is Fojar's serpentine steel technology. After ten thousand years, this forging technique invented by the Sarukh witch has been successfully reproduced again.

How much benefit is there in this?

According to Forjar, the gross profit of normal dwarven forging equipment is 50%-60%, and the net profit after excluding all costs is about [-]%, but the weapons forged from serpentine steel are not only tough and sharp, but also inherently resistant to penetration With the blessing of anti-shock, the gross profit of forging serpentine steel equipment can reach five times or even ten times, and the net profit after deducting all costs can also be three to five times!
This business makes money!

Faujar-Wilham proudly showed his father Moradin the results of several months one night, telling the father, I succeeded.

That night, the brilliance of Moradin's manifestation could be seen throughout the area around Feilongshui Lake.

Aaron quickly found the Welham Blacksmith Guild near the Ninth Legion's "Shepherd" garrison.

The bellows was blowing, the fire was burning, and a few dwarf craftsmen led a large group of human apprentices to rush forward and back, and Foujar's violent roar could be heard from time to time.

His most common yell is "Damn! That's not what I wanted!".

Aaron held back a laugh at the door, and he noticed that several Ninth Legion soldiers who were guarding the door stopped in front of a soldier.

The soldier was about 1.7 meters tall, his skin was tanned, and there was a scar on his face. He was holding the weapon tightly in both hands, and there was some sweat on his forehead. Seeing Aaron stop, the soldier immediately yelled reflexively: "See Your Excellency the Viscount! Lieutenant! Caron!"

"Hello, Lieutenant Caron." Aaron bent down, and he noticed that the boots of the Lieutenant were obviously a size too big: "Your boots don't fit well."

There were bursts of laughter from the surrounding soldiers, and the private officer blushed and replied loudly, "I'm sorry! Your Excellency!"

Aaron pointed at the boots of the corporal, and there was a golden light in his eyes.

Metal Wind!

The magic power of the metal wind enveloped the boots of the upper class soldier of Karon like water, and the military boots shrunk slightly, changing from unfit to fit.

The surrounding soldiers, including a few young dwarves who were poking around the door, all opened their mouths wide.

Does this work too? !

What magic is this?
Aaron raised the corner of his mouth calmly.

This is the difference between his chaos magic and magic net magic. Magic net magic is a kind of restricted magic. Deeper exploration.

Chaos magic does not have this kind of problem. In theory, subspace energy can allow the caster to do anything, but there is a little side effect.

Well, just a few hundred million points.

"Okay." Aaron stood up and patted the shoulder of the senior soldier Caron: "Can you tell me, soldier, why the military boots don't fit?"

"The logistics department provides uniform equipment, my lord viscount!" Lieutenant Caron replied immediately: "My feet are naturally small, and I also asked, but Master Doherty said that the important thing is not the boots, but the boots. Do I have the heart of a strong man!"

Aaron frowned, thinking that although the logistics of the Ninth Army was still handled by the royal family, he had to take care of it gradually. The problem of the size of the military boots seemed like a small matter, but it was actually a big one.

"You are my soldiers, and you are also the facade of the Sunset Leader. When you encounter problems, you should respond instead of holding back. Although military life is very busy, don't forget these basic things." Aaron patted Caron and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry about it... the wound on your forehead is the reason why you were promoted from private to private?"

"Yes!" The corporal straightened his back proudly: "Two weeks ago, we went to the Hurek Forest to deal with the lizardmen left behind!"

"Then did you hack it to death?"

"Hacked to death, it's still two ends!" Caron shouted loudly.

"Very good." Aaron nodded approvingly: "Stand guard well, believe me, each of you will never lack opportunities to make meritorious deeds in the future, sergeants, non-commissioned officers, generals, knights, feudal knights, and even fiefdom titles are asking each of you A personal wave."

During this period of time, Aaron let the Ninth Army conduct some small-scale security campaigns.

As mentioned above, the Ninth Army is composed of the marines who did not fully participate in the rebellion in Suzar's fire but were stained, the city defense army and some local militias. For the former, they felt that they were exiled. As far as the latter is concerned, they seriously lack the confidence and combat experience to win, so the morale of the entire legion is relatively low.

Small-scale public security battles helped them slowly regain their confidence. These soldiers fought sixty-four times with the lizardmen and gnoll tribes in the Hurek Forest. They tasted victory and suffered a lot of losses.

Some soldiers began to get military merits and opportunities for promotion.

"That's what I said here. When I promote people, I always only look at their strength and merit, not their background."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Aaron went in, and the soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, their legs shaking excitedly, and they straightened their backs vigorously.

Good times, coming force!
Walking into the blacksmith's guild, Fojar had his hands on his hips, and the ugly dwarf master craftsman rolled his eyes at Aaron angrily: "It's very majestic, my viscount, do you want me to give you a military salute too? "

After finishing speaking, Fojar straightened his back in a learned manner: "Chong! Cheng!"

"Loyalty~" Aaron returned the salute, giving the Purple Dragon Knight a military salute.

Faujar stared at Aaron and turned around him: "Salian Lieutenant, your military boots don't fit well!"

"It's not the boots that matter, it's the heart of the strong!" Aaron replied earnestly, with a dwarven sense of humor.

"Hahaha~" Faujar-Wilham couldn't hold it anymore at last, he laughed out loud hahaha, leaning back and forth from the laughter, and it took him a while to recover.

Panting, Fojar took down a kettle from the wall, and took a sip of strong dark beer for himself: "You finally understand the humor of our dwarves, my lord, I thought your head There's only granite in it."

Facing Fojar's joke, Aaron was not angry, but asked about serpentine steel technology and firearms.

Fojar is expanding the size of his smithy.

Moradin sent a group of outstanding dwarf craftsman apprentices to learn the serpentine steel technique from Faujar. At the same time, Faujar also recruited some human apprentices in the Sunset Territory.

As soon as they heard that the dwarf blacksmith recruited apprentices and included food and lodging, the locals flocked here. Every farmer desperately recommended his son to Fojar. Those who succeeded killed chickens and pigs to celebrate, and those who failed cried on the spot Crying, Eleanor complained to Aaron in private more than once in the recruitment interview scene.

Aaron knew that Fojar actually looked down on this group of human apprentices, but the blacksmith guild needed help after all. Fojar's subordinates quickly gathered seven No. 80 people, and the serpentine steel equipment brought The astonishing profits not only supported all these apprentices, but also made Fojar consider expanding the scale of his blacksmith guild for the third time.

"I want to expand the scale, sir, you should also expand the scale." Fojar said to Aaron: "A business that is too profitable is easy to be targeted by others. You don't really think that the soldiers guarding the gate Can you stop visitors with malicious intentions?"

"Think about those red-robed bald heads in Searle, who knows when they will sneak in and catch people's souls, I'm not kidding." Fojar said seriously.

"Great Soul Forger, hasn't your father god manifested himself before?" Aaron pointed to the carefully carved statue of the dwarf god father Moradin enshrined in the center by the blacksmith guild, nearly eight meters high.

"The last time I let Father God come forward, I have already suffered a terrible shame. I have used my all and my efforts to finally wash away this shame." Fojar said impatiently: "You want me to do it again ?”

"This business can't be suppressed without two legends." Fojar concluded, "It's like your silver lotion."

"You're right, but where are there so many legends?" Aaron sighed: "I just broke through to the master level, buddy."

Fojar was also silent. The dwarf was unwilling to admit that he was wrong, so he could only answer Aaron's question in silence.

Yes, where is it so easy to recruit legendary powerhouses?
In the country, many master-level professionals are already strong on one side. They are either great nobles, worshipers of the city, or senior managers, and they are also small leaders of one side, let alone legendary strongmen. Spellcasters often have a proud history and strength. Non-spellcaster legendary experts are very difficult to recruit, but spellcaster legends are easier-because many spellcasters need huge amounts of real money to pay for their magic research.

The chief wizard of Cormyr, Vangda Hester, has minted nearly 100 million Golden Lion coins over the past few decades in order to study dragons since he took office.

As Barrell Moonflower said, what kind of magic consultant do you want to hire for 500 Golden Lion Coins?Don't think about it, it's just me, change to other places, you can't hire me for 5000 a month, I just came to learn magic from you.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Fojar carefully took out a large number of gold tickets with the holy emblem of Ms. Li Erla from the safe, and handed them to Aaron with some reluctance: "According to the accounts and the camp Accept, this is the dividends for these three months, a total of 27 gold tickets, a total of 26500 gold coins, some of which are large orders, I gave a discount, you have a look."

Aaron took the golden ticket, counted it, and the amount was correct. He didn't read the account carefully, but Eleanor and Barrell had both reviewed it successively, so there should be no problem.

Faujar looked at the stack of gold notes and couldn't help swallowing. The greedy dwarf master craftsman swallowed his saliva, staring at Aaron's hand, thinking how much money is there?

According to the design of the Susar Mint, 50 gold coins weigh one pound, so 10000 gold coins are 200 pounds. If the gold tickets held by Aaron were completely replaced with gold, it would be a hill!
Fojar has rarely seen such a large sum of money. If he hadn't learned a lesson, he really wanted to hide a little bit. As the person in charge, it's too easy to do something...

"Very well, now tell me, Forjar, how long did it take you to make up your mind to give me the money directly?" Aaron said with a half-smile.

A feeling of being spied on made the dwarf artisan immediately angry: "No! You bastard!"

"I'm very happy that you can overcome your greed." Who knows that Aaron thanked Fojar seriously: "You dwarves have given me surprises again and again. Your father is, and so are you. This proves that You are a fine race, and you, Faujar-Wilham, are a fine blacksmith."

"Hmph~ Then what's the matter?" Fojar turned his anger into joy, and the dwarf craftsman turned his head and glanced at the statue of Moradin outside the window.

I will never trouble you again, my Father God!

"So, I have something new to share with you." Aaron pointed his finger at the air, and following his fingertips, a whole set of forging techniques appeared in front of Fojar.

Big, spectacular, detailed, and radiant with glamour.

"This is?!" Fojar's eyes widened.

"This is the war rune technology that I remember in my blood!" Aaron blinked: "It's brand new!"

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