Alien world

Chapter 1542 Chapter 176. Free is the most expensive
"Didn't you see the expressions of those nobles? Their mouths are long enough to swallow a dragon egg—"

Francois narrated the revenge process eloquently.

He didn't see it either, but he could easily imagine how ugly the nobles' faces must have been after spending so much money only to buy a pile of ruins. Even if he didn't look as ugly as if he had eaten goblin shit, it was almost the same.

Francois felt very happy doing it, as if he had become the protagonist punishing those damn villains. He also hoped that if something like this happened again in the future, they would come to him again.

It's sad enough that Annan drove Francois away and closed a commercial street, and you want more.

Closing the commercial street was not originally part of Annan and Olmedo's plan, but the Duke of Windmill is greedy. If you take a step back, he will take two steps forward. If you give in too much, other commercial streets will inevitably become restless, so they have to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

The next day, a new issue of "Voice of Freedom" was released. The Windmill Grand Duke, who had just suffered a great loss, was so angry that he vomited blood when he saw the newspaper severely reprimanding the Principality for tearing up the contract.

It would have been fine if they had taken advantage of the situation, but seeing that the shop he had just bought had turned into a pile of ruins, the Duke of Windmill was so angry that he would rather destroy it than leave it to them.

In the first battle with the Or Empire, Liberty City suffered a small loss - after all, for Annan, not making money is a loss.

But this is not the case when analyzing the current situation.

It was like an apprentice wizard fighting a dragon and getting a few scrapes.

He lost, but he also won.

The “Evil Dragon” Or Empire didn’t seem to suffer any losses...but was it really so?
The Windmill Principality is its younger brother. When the younger brother listened to the boss and caused trouble and got beaten, it was essentially a slap in the boss's face.

As for how my younger brother is doing...no one cares.

Being a dog is like this. You rush to the front when things go wrong, and you get the hardest beatings. If you win, you can only drink soup. If you lose, you are made into soup. If the owner can't survive, he will be the first to be killed.

Annan and his team also had this plan.

If I can’t offend the Or Empire, then I can offend you?
Given the Or Empire's narrow-mindedness, it is estimated that it will not stop there. The entire Liberty City is quietly waiting for the Or Empire to make a second move.

But this is too passive. "How about we let the heroic spirit speak?" Annan suggested.

"Not really. Those who obey the heroic spirits are pure believers. But the closer they are to the core of the power, the more they only care about their own interests."

There was no point in worrying, so Annan found something to do: the potion workshop progressed in an orderly manner, and he withdrew part of his savings from the savings bank to buy three medium-sized arcane energy cores.

In fact, the friction with the Or Empire did not make customers feel uneasy about withdrawing their money. After all, everyone knew that Liberty City was supported by the Fortune Church, and there was plenty of money. Some places even claimed that the power behind the savings bank was actually the Fortune Church.

Annan Lewis founded the Savings Bank.

Annan Reeves is the Son of the Church of Fortune.

So: Isn’t it reasonable for the Church of Wealth to establish a savings bank?

Annan did not refute the rumors, and was happy to let the Church of Wealth endorse it. If it was harmful to me, I would distance myself from it, and if it was beneficial to me, I would keep silent.

However, the three arcane energy cores that were dropped not only allowed Annan to see the merchant's back teeth, but also only allowed the Free City to expand outward by less than 300 meters.

The range is growing slowly, but the area has not increased compared to before, and is even a little more.

"Pleasant to work with."

"joy."

Annan's face was full of "unhappiness", he felt like he was working for the Wilhelm merchant - he worked hard to make money, offended this and that, and in the end all the money was made by the merchants... It's great to master core technology!
Annan's mind is full of making Free City's own arcane energy core, but with the current level... there is no difference between asking them to make the arcane energy core and asking Martin to make the arcane energy core.

Zero multiplied by any number is zero.

But what’s the saying? Today is the best time to make a change. The next best time is tomorrow.

The reason why Annan didn't have time to advance in technology before was because Liberty City was poor and needed to find a way to make money.

Now that things are on the right track and we still have the wealth to teach the injustice... if anyone is willing to provide funding, this is the best opportunity.

Thinking of this, Annan felt that the "Dream Fund" was still too slow, and he personally issued an order: requiring each spellcaster in the Mage Tower and the Punishment Legion to come up with an idea, which would be summarized by his aide Peterson and sent to the office... to his own office.

Then another decree was sent to the industrial zone, requiring all factories to expand while maintaining production. After all, they didn't feel bad about selling their parents' land, and there was enough land. Unfortunately, they had to bear the cost of the goods produced by themselves - because they were all sent to the Dimon Kingdom for free.

Olmedo didn't understand Annan's obsession with aid...or at least he only half understood it.

The reason why the goods are free is to help the Dimon Kingdom survive in exchange for various resources that Liberty City does not have, but the two sides are not balanced - the goods sent by Liberty City are far more than the minerals taken back.

Even so, Annan still plans to expand the scale of delivery.

"The development of things follows a law. Even a giant dragon has to stumble a few steps when it breaks out of its shell. It has to learn to crawl, speak dragon language, and glide... The operation of the factory itself follows this process, making up for deficiencies, gradually optimizing, and upgrading..."

Annan paused for a few seconds, thinking and saying:

"We can't just stop production when products are unsalable and expand when products are hot. Skilled workers won't grow from the ground, just like products won't grow from store shelves."

"Liberty City is like a pool. Instead of letting the pool overflow or turning off the pipe, why not fill a second pool?"

Annan didn't want to mix too many interests in his aid to the Kingdom of Dimon, but sitting in this position, many things were unavoidable.

You say you have a pure mind, but who would believe you? And if you are exposed to this kind of environment, you will also have dark thoughts when you think.

Just like when Annan was still an ordinary person, when faced with the sudden kindness of a woman, he thought that she was really nice. But after growing up to be a warlock who has read the warlock's codex, he thought that she fell in love with me?
The reason Olmedo couldn't think of this was not because she was not smart enough, but because of the limitations of this era.

After Annan pierced through the veil, Olmedo understood many things at once.

The expansion of the industrial zone was no longer hindered, and several large-scale projects were launched in Liberty City. Except for Eli Crushed Stone, everyone was full of hope.

……

North of Wilhelm, Humia Garden.

Elise Breeze was walking on the street, preparing to return to the Elf King's Court.

The mottled blue bricks, broken marble columns, climbing vines and moss on the steps together create an ancient city-state that looks like a lost relic.

Elves generally don't like human cities, but city-states like Humya Garden feel pretty good...

Just as she was about to take in the history of this city-state, a slight noise made the elf ranger look up. She saw a copy of the Voice of Freedom newspaper, which had been cut into pieces, falling and landing accurately on her outstretched hand.

"This is……"

(End of this chapter)