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Chapter 1313 235. Annan, the War Profite

Harding was grateful on the surface, but he sneered inwardly.

What kind of boss is he if he doesn’t make money? Is he going to learn from the church and give alms to the poor?

But the hooligans just buy into this - they come to the Broken Mine Area to work as precarious thugs, isn't it just to make money? Except for those bachelors who spend the money as soon as they get it, who doesn't send the money back home?

Seeing the money in their hands, which they usually had to work hard for a week to earn, the gangsters instantly forgot about their old boss and pledged allegiance to Joan.

But later, Joan regretted it.

Because slave traders came with large numbers of slave laborers who needed to be rescued.

Joan couldn't help but feel like a mercenary who was drained by the girl and saw a succubus, a believer who had returned but had just committed suicide in despair, or Ilimayas who saw a huge amount of gold, silver and jewelry in the elemental plane - oh, even her metaphors were moving towards Annan.

There is nothing you can do but watch the slave drooling and feeling chagrined.

Joan, Joan, why are you learning from Annan? Now that all the money has been sent out, there is no money left to buy slaves...

Asking to come back?

With the burden of being the gang leader, Joan couldn't open her mouth again.

The slave traders who learned of Joan's difficulties generously agreed to allow Joan to buy on credit first and they would come to collect the money tomorrow.

Hard laborers are very "valuable", and any gang needs them to make profits for them. Slave traders are not worried that they will run away - and the strength of slave traders is much stronger than those gangs that control small coal mines.

"Well, I want them all!"

"you sure?"

The slave trader, who was still shirtless even in the snow, looked back at the truck and saw that there were at least fifty slaves.

"Hyjal Ditch is mine too. I'm in need of a lot of hard labor."

"No wonder there's a new face over there." The slave trader understood and waved his hand to let his men unload the goods.

"Fifty silver coins each. Here are fifty. Twenty-five gold nars. How many days do you plan to pay?"

Joan did some calculations and found that the coal mined in the two mines could barely be sold for 5 kinaers a day. After deducting the expenses and the expansion of the territory...

"How about paying it off in ten days?"

The slave trader said, "Two cents of profit."

"Two points is two points."

Joan couldn't continue to withhold money from her subordinates and workers. It was all free money anyway, so she didn't feel bad about it.

While signing the contract, Joan asked Harding to take the slaves into the mine to keep warm.

As soon as they were sold, they were stripped of their cotton-padded clothes that were full of holes and forced to huddle together for warmth.

"You guys are really lucky. There's no boss in the entire Broken Mountains who is more kind-hearted than her."

Harding didn't understand why the boss gave money to the poor, he just saw that the boss was very happy. As a younger brother, it was necessary to make the boss happy, so on the way into the mine, he boasted about Joan, as if he would make a fortune when he came here - how could this be possible.

But they did see that the laborers coming and going were not suffering at all. Their cotton-padded clothes were dirty but bulging with new cotton. Their bodies were thin but their faces were not numb and they were still talking and laughing.

The slaves were whispering. In the corner, two people were talking in low voices. "That's her."

"Brown hair, ordinary appearance, no golden bloodline features... undoubtedly a fake."

"Spread the news?"

If Annan were here, he would definitely recognize that these two people were the imperial officials who were coaxed to the Liberty City by him with just a few words.

Somehow they got back and found Joan.

"Wait a minute." His companion stopped him. "Annan Reeves knows about this. He has someone pretending to be the princess. It's best to see what they are going to do here first."

If Annan was just borrowing his identity, they could still turn a blind eye due to his relationship with the empire. But if he relied on his identity to cheat and defame the Golden Family, they would have to report the truth to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the empire.

Soon, the fake princess came in and announced the treatment and benefits for the hard laborers, and recruited them into the Freedom Gang.

The familiar smell reminded them of what Annan Reeves had done in the Kingdom of Rekanel.

The empire was so big that it was rigid. When the giant head wanted to raise a hand, it took several days for the hand to move, and then it only moved its little finger.

Anything that is different and innovative will naturally be rejected here. It cannot be said that a stable order is a bad thing, but something like the Kingdom of Paem is definitely not a good thing.

So whether it is the head, torso, or limbs, we are all trying to eliminate this rigidity.

In addition to reforming from the inside out, there is also the observation of successful forces in the outside world.

As one of the brightest new stars in Middle-earth after the Years of Troubles, the Free City of Annan has undoubtedly been repeatedly observed and studied, especially after the Battle of Rak'ar began.

This side is the empire’s younger brother, and that side is the bloodline branched off from the Montreal Golden Family. The empire cannot help but pay attention.

The approach adopted by Annan also polarized discussions within the empire.

The nobles felt that Annan was simply subverting the system of Allen's world, that he was a heretic, evil, and the source of chaos that endangered stability. Politicians felt that victory must be won by any means. There are two bodies here. Does it matter which one is a noble and which one is a commoner?

Among them, the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Imperial Ministry of Military Affairs had the loudest voices.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs felt that Annan had violated aristocratic etiquette. How could a commoner be allowed to subvert an aristocracy?
The Military Department felt that radical change was the underlying tone of a war, rather than a group of nobles simply fighting a few battles and then replacing a group of people at the top and everything being fine.

But despite their quarrels, they all had the same opinion about Annan: Annan Reeves, heir to the ancient Reeves family, King of the North. His identity and pure bloodline would allow him to sit in the front row of the Empire, and his blood was filled with the desire for war.

Annan talks about love and peace all the time, but don’t pay attention to what a person says, look at what he does.

So far, Free City has maintained a record of launching a war every year: in the first year, it attacked the Principality of Montabullock and supported a puppet duke to take the throne. In the second year, it attacked the Kingdom of Rekanel and pushed a lich crown prince to the throne. At the beginning of the third year, it had a dispute with the Elf King's Court, and then probably felt that it could not win, so it turned around and looked for trouble with the Broken Mountains.

Annan is either waging war or on his way to waging war.

If the gods were still around, they would give Annan the title of the Chosen One of War, the Spokesman of the Abyss, the Weaver of Conspiracy, and the Saint Who Spreads Fear.

The military department really likes this little brother. Unlike the Empire, which used to send troops to anyone who dared to disrespect it, now it hesitates to fight against the Stoun ratmen and even built a cowardly northern wall.

Thinking of this, the two imperial officials looked at each other.

The matter of the fake princess could be kept secret for the time being, but if Annan was planning to attack the Broken Mountains, he would have to inform them...

(End of this chapter)