Alien world

Chapter 1541 175. Leave Nothing Behind
Francois was almost amused by the shamelessness of the Duke of Windmill.

He argued and tried to let the Duke of Windmill know that the Free City and the Commercial Street were indispensable, and appropriately stated that if the Free City was worried about pressure from the Or Empire, it could give up some of its interests.

But the greedy Duke did not want to share the benefits, he just wanted to take them all.

Francois took a deep breath and frowned, "Who would dare to do business with you if you do this?"

"Are you talking to me?"

"I represent the will of Annan Reeves. The one talking to you now is not me, but Lord Annan Reeves."

The Duke of Windmill stared at him for a few seconds, weighed the pros and cons, and gave up on capturing Francois.

It's not that they just want money and don't want to get into trouble. No matter how difficult it is to mess with Liberty City, it's not as difficult as the Or Empire.

But the wizard team brought by Francois is just outside... Taking sudden action may not necessarily lead to good results.

Sensing a hint of danger, Francois gave up trying to persuade the enemy and left the castle without looking back.

Annan was famous far and wide. Within three years of its establishment, it destroyed three forces and was nicknamed the Little Empire.

The reason why the Windmill Principality dared to cause trouble is the same as the reason why Annan was not afraid of the Or Empire - it's so far away, how much strength would you have if you stretched out your hand?
While the Duke of Windmill was still hesitating, Francois and others returned safely to the commercial street.

For the next few days, Francois didn't go anywhere and just stayed in the commercial street.

Under the suppression and exclusion of the local nobles, the flow of customers in the formerly bustling commercial street gradually declined, and even the theater could no longer be filled.

When the head of the commercial street came to Francois anxiously, he just said "wait a little longer".

No one knew what Francois was waiting for, during which time the Archbishop of the Church of Wealth of the Windmill Principality came to visit.

He said that the church was in decline, and nobles who believed in the Lady had withdrawn from it, making it difficult for them to help the Son of God.

The silence of the commercial street intensified the nobles' actions. Suppression was not enough, and they began to actively create conflicts, such as letting a group of gang thugs break in to collect protection fees, or taking away store managers on the commercial street on the pretext of "suspected of hiding a wanted criminal" and torturing them.

Although the former was thrown out with his legs broken and the latter was rescued before being tortured, their actions were like curled up hedgehogs trying to fight back with their spines, but the enemy had boots on.

On the evening of the third day, the revolving portal of the commercial street opened, and the messenger that Francois had been waiting for arrived, bringing a new issue of "Voice of Freedom" and a letter.

The news section of the Voice of Freedom published an article titled "The Capricious Villain", which accused the Windmill Principality of breaking its promise, tearing up the agreement, and offending the Church of Wealth with shameful behavior.

In addition to the magic newspaper, a letter from Annan was also delivered.

Francois read it at a glance, got the answer, and passed it to the person in charge of the commercial street nearby.

“Tell them we’re willing to sell the high street.”

There were a total of sixty-eight shops on the commercial street, including the theater, and nearly two hundred shops including the houses acquired in the surrounding areas. Their simultaneous sale immediately caused a stir within the principality.

The nobles were ecstatic. Their first reaction was that Annan had given up. Their second reaction was to join forces to lower the price.

The offer was rejected again, and Francois had a deadpan expression: "Let them press if they want."

There were still two days before the new issue of "Voice of Freedom" was released, so he had time to take his time, while closing the commercial street and packing up the goods.

The closure of the commercial street has caused complaints from local people, especially those who have not yet bought the figures of the "Everyone Singer" contestants.

Grand Duke Windmill wanted to stop it, but the people he sent out were stopped outside.

"This place is the private property of the Free City. Do you, the Windmill Principality, want to violate the contract?" People who came to negotiate the price came into the commercial street in waves. Francois did not insist on the price. After repeated haggling, he began to lower the price.

He was not worried that the nobles would unite to the end. They could unite for a short period of time for the sake of interests, but it would be better to expect Annan to announce that he would no longer attract others than to expect them to stick to their principles.

If you don't buy it at this price, there are plenty of people who will.

The next thing was easy. After the first store was sold, the nobles began to get impatient and swarmed in like sharks smelling blood. The tenth store, the thirtieth store, the fiftieth store...

Although it is much cheaper than the price a few days ago, I still made a lot of money compared to the price I first bought it at.

In just one day, they sold all their properties in the Windmill Principality.

The Duke of Windmill and the nobles held a ceremony in the castle and invited Francois to attend.

Francois threw the invitation into the fireplace and sent someone to contact the Church of Fortune again.

The archbishop, who was ready to surrender to the Son of God, led the priests, nuns, and crusaders who were willing to leave to the commercial street.

"Isn't the church for sale?" Francois asked him.

"Just leave it there. Even if they have ten courages, they wouldn't dare to occupy the magpie's nest." The archbishop who was lobbied by Francois sneered.

"You go ahead. The Holy Son and the others are waiting for you in Liberty City."

The Archbishop performed a church salute to Francois, and followed the staff of the commercial street into the portal, leaving behind the crusader army - in case the Windmill Principality would take desperate measures next time.

A little later, the portal lit up, and a beautiful girl in a blue dress and three blue-haired young men walked out. "

Francois said respectfully, "Lord Ilimoyas, the rest is up to you."

Ilimayas nodded slightly, and the three blue dragons, Nocturis, Zelgast, and Volumanis, recovered their dragon bodies and rushed into the commercial street that had been turned into an empty shell. They rushed from beginning to end, knocking down the houses and even the floor tiles, crushing them to pieces.

The exquisite houses collapsed like building blocks, and the dust flew up. Nocturius climbed up to the theater, and just as he was about to roar to the sky and vent his anger, a lightning dragon breath spanned hundreds of meters and hit his chest. He fell backwards with a wail, and a two-story building collapsed.

"Elimayas!"

Nocturis climbed up and glared at Ilimoras, who was a size bigger than him.

"Get to work faster and stop showing off."

Unable to defeat the enemy in a fight or to compete with him in relationships, Nocturius had no choice but to vent his anger on the surrounding houses.

Zelgast and Volumanis were much more obedient, and they enjoyed the demolition very much - it wasn't often that one could wreak havoc without being accused of being a dragon.

This is what Annan instructed in the letter: nothing should be left for the Windmill Principality except ruins.

On the other side, the person in charge of the commercial street posted notices at both ends of the commercial street:
[Due to the conflict between Liberty City and the Or Empire, the Grand Duke of Windmill tore up the contract and forcibly acquired the commercial street. The commercial street of the Principality of Windmill is officially closed from now on and will never be reopened again. - Annan Reeves]

The noise and smoke from the blue dragon's rampage and destruction spread for miles, attracting the attention of the city-state. Looking at the guards rushing over in a menacing manner, Francois, feeling refreshed, waved his hand.

"let's go."

The remaining people and the blue dragon stepped into the portal. The chief mage who had hurried over could only watch as the teleportation base exploded, broke into pieces, and the portal flashed and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)