Alien world

Chapter 1881, Section 514: Betting
Annan muttered, "As if no one else does it..."

“Your church members are all businessmen,” Olmedo said.

The only thing that can make them loyal is wealth.

"So after all that talk about his status as the son of God, who is his father?"

Olmedo shook his head: "I don't know."

"what?"

"The intelligence only mentions his identity, not which deity his father is."

Annan's eyes lit up: "Maybe we're just scaring ourselves. Maybe his father, like me, is just a divine being... a demigod?"

Olmedo bluntly exposed him: "Only demigods are qualified to take on divine office; you are at best a 'life with divinity'."

Annan uttered a philosophical statement: "The divine is determined by the environment. To the ant, humans are the divine. To the farmer, the professional is the divine."

"If there are no more gods in the world, why can't I be a new god?"

“Then Philipne Verric is entrusted to you, God, Spirit, Great, Man.” Olmedo said, enunciating each word clearly.

"I'm just kidding."

As Ittilia watched the two interact, her eyes gradually curved into a smile.

The identities of other chosen ones were sent one after another, including a saintess, an heir of an ancient family, and a lord—the young man with glasses.

All the chosen ones share one characteristic: they are all very young.

The most mysterious one is the mad girl chosen by the Feather King; there is absolutely no information about her.

Either she was using a pseudonym, or she had never appeared in public before.

"How about investigating from another angle? She's a bit crazy. If she's done something, there would be rumors about it."

"Makes sense."

The eldest sister instructed the various Freedom Streets to follow Annam's instructions. If all else failed, they could always get ready-made solutions from other forces—Freedom City was certainly not the only one gathering intelligence.

The bad news is that Annan's rivals were almost all figures who wielded immense power themselves. They were essentially one-man armies.

The good news is this: it's either about being big or having great wisdom; it's rare for both to coexist.

Annan can use his rich experience in struggle to eliminate them!

Furthermore, none of them had much governing experience; as long as King Annam was in power, he would do a better job than them!

While Annan was still waiting for information about the insane girl, a Ministry of Finance official suddenly rushed over in a panic with a purchase order.

Their trading partners suddenly spent tens of thousands of gold coins to order more than a thousand knight golems.

"That's normal. Our golems just showed their might on the border of the Empire."

"Lord Annan, but they want to use..."

What does "used" mean? Does it mean you thought it was cheap?

"No, they accepted the original price even though I said it was the original price..."

The reason is that golems that have been through battle have guaranteed stability and are easier to trust.

From a product perspective, it's hard to understand why people would rather buy a used product at full price than a new one... but it makes sense when you compare a novice mercenary to a veteran mercenary.

"If they're willing to help us clear our inventory, then let's give it to them. But tell them it won't be now; the delivery will only be possible after the war ends."

“Yes, Your Excellency Annan.” The Ministry of Finance official was about to leave when Annan stopped him again: “Wait a moment. If they have any complaints and want to cancel the order, you can say that paying the deposit in advance will get you a 1% discount.”

"Nine...isn't that a bit too few?"

Finance Ministry officials have never seen such a low discount... What's the difference between this and nothing at all?
"Alright, then it'll be 2% off. Don't go too far, kid. 2% off is equivalent to saving two gold coins on a golem. Do you know how much you can buy with two gold coins?!"

At that moment, the young official not only learned how much two gold coins could buy, but also how stingy his lord was.

Unexpectedly, this wave of large orders was not the end, but the beginning: from then on, orders from all over the country poured in every day.

Among them are forces that have always maintained friendly relations with Freedom Street within their territories.

"What's going on? When did the golem become so popular?" This was too unusual, and Annan wondered if something unknown had happened.

"They have high hopes for you."

Olmedo threw the newspaper with the headline "The Chosen One" on the table. "So place your bets now, betting on you to win."

It doesn't cost much, but if you win the bet, you can definitely earn ten or a hundred times the profit.

Once Annan understood this, he felt at ease and went even further, having his finance ministry officials lobby everywhere to encourage them to increase investment.

It's a simple calculation: it's hard to lose money investing in Liberty City, and it's even harder to lose money after Annan becomes the thirteenth king—you're making money either way, so how can you resist?
As a result, the orders for the golems increased, and countless lords waved their savings certificates to pay deposits. As a result, the golem workshop came to Annan to complain that the workshop's orders were booked up for 90 months to come, which is the year 1010 of the Saint Laurent calendar.

"Expand! If you don't expand during the war, when will you? Do I need to teach you?"

Besides the golem, oil is also highly sought after.

The Voice of Freedom published footage of the defense of the northern city walls, the burning zone of which remains fresh in everyone's memory.

It can be done without relying on mages, solely through alchemy!
Many people wanted to buy, but not many – most only ordered tens or hundreds of pounds, and some wanted to order a potion bottle, but Annan kicked them out.

The continent of Allen has no intellectual property rights, and they bought it back for research purposes—there's nothing shameful about it, everyone does it.

Annan had strong opinions about the waste of burning oil, but... it seemed there was nothing else that could be used besides burning it.

The industry in Liberty City is less about science and more about magical science; everything is built around magic. The "magic musket," though named but not actually related to magic, represents the pinnacle of Annan's capabilities.

Fortunately, he was a lord, so there were some things he didn't need to do personally; he could just delegate the problems to his subordinates.

"Michael, don't you like tinkering with explosives?"

"I do not……"

"The task of developing oil is now in your hands. The first step is to develop incendiary bombs, and I've brought the funding with me."

Annan waved his hand, and two boxes of gold coins appeared in front of Michael.

Michael wanted to loudly refuse Annan, but the money he offered was simply too much...

"Can it be done within two weeks?"

Michael, who had just calmed down, resisted again: "Fifteen days? I can't do it. There's no way I can't find someone else..."

"Ugh……"

Annan sighed deeply in front of Michael: "Did you see the bodies of those soldiers that were brought back? How old were they? So young, many of them didn't even have children, some were even children themselves."

“They had a future, but it was all because of this damn war. Michael, every drop of sweat we shed in the rear means one less drop of blood our soldiers shed on the front lines…”

"I'll do it! I'll do it, okay?!"

(End of this chapter)