Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 471, Page 469: Human Hearts and Schemes (Please Subscribe)

The meeting of the emperors lasted for several hours. After reaching a consensus, the three leaders had an in-depth and detailed discussion on the many arrangements to follow.

They can quickly reach an agreement on some things, such as the territory of the Flower Territory, which is too far away for them to control, so it doesn't matter who gets it.

For example, Raymond's family should not continue either.

A family with a thousand-year history, its inheritance is not easy, but in their eyes, it means nothing!

They personally destroyed more than just one or two ancient families.

But on some issues, they argue forcefully and refuse to budge an inch!
The main focus is on the deployment of troops, the number of skilled individuals, and the subsequent division of profits.

The Flower Kingdom is incredibly wealthy; besides its complete industrial system, it has far too much wealth to exploit.

At this point, the more troops and experts you send out, the more you can seize later, which will definitely make others unhappy.

However, if too few troops are sent and the situation cannot be controlled, that would be a major problem.

Therefore, this troop deployment caused the three emperors to argue for a long time.

Of course, there are also some conspiracies and schemes that are not known to outsiders, but there's no need to mention them.

By the time the discussion was finished, it was completely dark.
In the palace in Luttia, Napoleon III emerged from a secret room and descended the steps. He felt his legs buckle and nearly fell.

An arm reached out from the side and supported Napoleon III, and then the voice of the Duke of Carlyle came: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Napoleon III closed his eyes slightly and waited for a moment. Only when he felt the dizziness in his head gradually disappear did he say, "It's alright!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Grand Duke Carlisle's hand and led him forward.

"Time waits for no one; we're not what we used to be!"

This was Napoleon III's reflection, his face revealing unconcealed sorrow, resentment, and helplessness.

Before this war began, he was the overlord of the Old World. With a single command, countless nations would obey and follow, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

He originally thought that he had worked hard and led the Bonaparte Empire to a new peak.

But who would have thought that a war would cause all of this to vanish like a dream?

Over the course of more than a year, he truly experienced what it means to feel powerless.

What does it mean to have the will but not the ability?

He felt he had worked many times harder than before, but he still couldn't stop the empire's decline.

He even had the illusion that he was an insect under the wheels of a car, struggling desperately but unable to stop it no matter what.

Long ago, he could arrogantly say: What is an era?

I am a generation!
But at this moment, what he felt most deeply was that he was about to be drowned by the tide of the times.

However, he was unwilling to give up, and even less willing to relinquish the glory of the Bonaparte royal family. It was as if he had grasped the tail end of an era and was desperately trying to catch up with the trend.

He waved his hand, sending the surrounding guards almost away, creating a space for a private conversation.

Furthermore, a high-ranking court mage intervened, creating a silencing field to ensure that not a single word could be leaked out.

Bonaparte III, still holding Archduke Carlyle's hand, spoke as they walked forward: "You've been waiting for me here, probably to find out the final outcome, haven't you?"

Grand Duke Carlisle revealed his naive side, bowing slightly with a fawning smile: "Your Majesty, you understand me, so what?"

"It's already decided, we must secure the Flower Collar."

"But, but..."

Grand Duke Carlisle looked anxious and stammered, as if trying to express something.

"There are no buts. Even if I don't agree, they will still do it. Since we can't stop them, the best way is to get involved."

Moreover, the industrial system of the Flower Territory is extremely important to us; it's our only chance to catch up with the Habsburg Empire.

As he said this, Napoleon III paused, then looked at Archduke Carlyle and said, "What? You still can't bear to part with it?"

"As far as I know, your Carlisle family and the Raymond family have a deep-seated feud. Back then, you were extremely unwilling to let you come into contact with Roy!"

"Yes! You're absolutely right. I still remember getting a good beating from him back on Silver Sea. Just thinking about it now still hurts!"

Grand Duke Carlisle made no attempt to refute the matter, but instead changed the subject, saying, "There's a saying, 'Times change!'"
Establishing this connection has indeed brought enormous benefits to the Carlisle family; with such benefits in sight, all previous considerations naturally vanish.

Bonaparte III asked, "Since it's just about interests, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not scared, I'm just... well, I admit it, I'm a little scared!"

Grand Duke Carlisle paused for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, all the orders were negotiated between me and Roy. In name, they are transactions between the Carlisle family and the Raymond family."

If something goes wrong, many people won't be able to get their goods, and they'll all come after me.

"You're afraid of this?"

"Of course, it's not just that. Most importantly, that illegitimate child is no simple character. I'm afraid that I might not kill the snake but get bitten instead!"

"I've fought that kid twice. The first time, I was a fourth-tier cultivator against a transcendent one, but I didn't gain the upper hand."

The second time, he beat me black and blue, but I didn't hold back; I was genuinely no match for him. The interval between those two beatings was so short; judging by that, his cultivation progress was nothing short of astonishing.

"If that kid gets away, if he's no longer bound by territory, if he becomes a legend and seeks revenge, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!!!"

Before His Majesty, Grand Duke Carlisle made no attempt to conceal his selfishness and fear, expecting to be reprimanded!

Could a grand duke, backed by the most powerful nation in the Old World, possibly fear anyone?
If this were the old Bonaparte III, he would definitely have reprimanded him like this, but this is Bonaparte III nearly two years into the war, and his thinking has long since changed.

He actually nodded in agreement: "What you said makes a lot of sense."

Grand Duke Carlisle froze, then looked up abruptly to meet Bonaparte III's eyes and asked, "Your Majesty, what do you suggest I do?"

"You're willing to listen to me?"

"Of course!"

"Then let's show some consideration."

Bonaparte III's voice was very soft, so soft that only the Duke of Carlyle could hear it. The Duke of Carlyle was taken aback at first, and then seemed to understand something.

"You mean, leak the information to Loy?"

"Remember to do it discreetly. If the illegitimate child dies, no one will say anything; if the illegitimate child doesn't die, there will still be some leeway and room for maneuver in the future."

If he were a former overlord, he wouldn't have been unable to think of such a win-win solution, but rather he simply wouldn't have bothered to use it.

But now, that's how he's arranged it!
He was the one who suggested using poison and curses, intending to exterminate them all; he was also the one who leaked the information. This is the unpredictability of human nature.

After patting Grand Duke Carlisle's hand again, His Majesty turned and left; he had too many things to arrange.

Grand Duke Carlisle was left standing there, motionless for a long time.

……

Ten days later.

Inside the restaurant at Lion Manor, amidst the flowers, Luo Yi flipped through the documents in her hand.

His eyes shimmered with blue light, as various pieces of information converged, were refined to their essence, and then displayed one by one.

He was currently reviewing the flower export orders for the first half of the year, which included a wide variety of products and large quantities.
It covers more than 20 industries and hundreds of categories, including weapons, potions, machinery, vehicles, mining, metals, etc.

Of these, the most common supplies given to the Allied forces were, of course, weapons, mainly secret medicines and firearms.

As it turns out, ammunition is the consumable in war; you can never have enough of it.

The secret elixir is because it is recognized as the most cost-effective and highly effective meditation potion, bar none.

The high cost-performance ratio led to a surge in sales, resulting in significant increases in the quantity of items sold, including items like Warrior's Elixir and Recovery Elixir.

The export list to the Empire mainly consists of high-precision processing machinery, supplemented by orders for high-end military equipment such as heavy machine guns and hand grenades.

Compared to arms, what the Empire values ​​most in the Flower Territory is high-precision processing machinery.

This is considered the flagship product of Flower Collar.

Through these orders, Luo Yi could see that the war was far from over, and both sides were accumulating strength, preparing for a major offensive.

This time, we will not stop until we have determined a winner and a loser, life and death.

This is certainly good news for arms dealers like Luo Yi.

Sure enough, in early July, a big order came from the Carlisle family!
How big is this order?

It was almost the total amount of munitions needed in the first half of the year. Even Loy couldn't calculate exactly how many gold tiers it was for the time being.

"Your Excellency, shall we have dinner?" Old Hoover asked.
Luo Yi didn't look away and said directly, "Okay!"

As a result, food was served like a flowing stream. After Luo Yi repaired the [Dimensional Bag], he ate twenty times more than a normal person every day.

Since there is almost no upper limit to the storage capacity of the stomach, he would naturally prefer to accumulate more bioenergy over time.

However, after taking a sip of the mushroom and fish soup, his expression froze, as if he had sensed something.

Then, as if in disbelief, he took another sip, chewed it carefully for a moment, and finally his expression changed.

"Olivera".

A flash of lightning, and Oliveira appeared before him, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Pass the word down: no one is eating dinner, it's poisonous!"

Oliveira's eyes narrowed, and he instantly transformed into lightning and vanished.

Behind Roy appeared another person, the intelligence chief Ang.

Luo Yi finally looked away from the data, her eyes as cold as knives, and said, "Seal it off!"

"As ordered!"

(End of this chapter)