Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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Thinking about it this way, An Ran suddenly felt that Night Owl had a good chance of succeeding.

With the support of the Star Alliance, they only need to face enemies from one direction.

The enemy is now in a state of panic and internal strife.

"Go on, what is your purpose in coming to see me?"

Seeing that An Ran was no longer dwelling on the issue, Tranquil Lake breathed a sigh of relief.

This NPC is not easy to deal with.

The usual approach doesn't seem to be working.

"Major General Visa has fought against you before and he acknowledges your strength to a certain extent."

and then?

"Although the Black Tide rebels are a disorganized bunch, they happen to be stuck on the dividing line between the areas occupied by the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince."

Dividing line?

Does such a thing exist?

Nagoria and the Black Tide have nothing to do with you.

An Ran immediately opened the map of the empire.

The Kuroshio Current is located near the Nagorya border region.

On the other side is the Dorris region, and here comes the key point: the Dorris region has a hyperspace portal that leads directly to the Empire's second largest military industrial zone.

They want this military industrial zone.

An Ran's eyes lit up.

She got it.

But the problem now is that Nagoria and Kuroshio on the flanks are both unstable.

Despite boasting about his own strength, the Second Prince's forces, which had been fleeing and whose military power was still not fully integrated, lacked confidence in successfully capturing the entrance to the passage.

If attacked from the flank, the newly assembled army is likely to collapse.

They can wait until the assembled troops gather together.

But waiting resulted in missing the opportunity and handing over the military industrial area.

This is a race against time.

That's why they come to you.

Not only in the transdimensional world, they must have also sent people to the rebel army on the Black Tide side.

With the mindset of trying to win over as many people as possible, the best outcome would be to get them fighting each other.

Wouldn't that be an opportunity to extort money from someone?

An Ran became excited.

What do you want to do with them?

Steamed, stir-fried, or cold-dressed?

As long as you pay, anything is negotiable!

"The war at the front is currently at a stalemate. If you can stop supplying weapons to the Black Tide, the Second Prince will remember your goodwill. If you can step in to restrain the Black Tide rebels, it will not be a problem to make Nagria your autonomous territory when the Second Prince ascends the throne."

Before An Ran could speak, Tranquil Lake continued, "I think you should seriously consider this proposal. If the Fourth Prince gains the upper hand, Nagria will soon become the next target. Choosing to cooperate with us means that the promises we made earlier are only part of the benefits."

"emmm..."

Number 010 is deep in thought.

"You should know that we just received an order from the Thousand Crane Star Rebellion Army, which is a huge order worth hundreds of billions. And our factories have already started producing weapons, some of which have even been installed on spaceships."

The Tranquil Lake smiled slightly: "Once you become the lords of the Nagria Autonomous Territory, your annual tax revenue will be more than this."

"We're going to deliver the goods tomorrow," Number 010 emphasized.

"That's not a problem, the goods haven't been shipped out yet."

That's the problem!

"We are committed to keeping our promises, and besides, this is an order worth 100 billion pesos, which requires a lot of manpower and resources."

"When you become Nagria..."

"The Black Tide is hundreds of light-years away from the Hyperspace Realm, and it would cost at least hundreds of millions of bis to send out a fleet at once."

"Wait until you become..."

Alpaca!

An Ran was furious.

I've repeated the keywords several times already!

I don't know if this guy genuinely didn't understand or was just pretending to be stupid.

Number 010 patted the table.

Quiet!

Let me do the math for you.

The tranquil lake listens attentively.

"Cut off the Black Tide orders, and we'll lose at least 500 billion pesos in one round. If we launch a harassing attack from the Paradise, including battle losses, logistical supplies, and rewards, a complete war will cost at least 10 billion pesos."

How many rebel groups are there on the Black Tide side right now? According to news from a month ago, the number was 16. Even if each rebel group was wiped out in a single battle, it would still cost 160 billion piros. Do you think that's possible?

The tranquil lake shook its head.

The key is to contain them.

"Restrain you my foot!"

Number 010 continued banging on the table.

I tried to talk to you nicely, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on making me the bad guy.

"That's the consumption of 700 billion bisluts!" she exclaimed.

How did 40 billion suddenly appear?

The tranquil lake was taken aback.

"In a sense, we in the Time-Space Dimension are also mercenaries. Who would be a mercenary if it didn't make money? We need at least a trillion dollars to get people to do this job."

The tranquil lake frowned upon hearing this.

“Considering the special circumstances, I think only changing the number one to five is in line with the Second Prince’s status and position,” Number 010 said leisurely.

The tranquil lake discovered that things were not so simple.

He tried to negotiate calmly with An Ran: "Once you collect taxes for two or three years, that should be enough to cover this amount."

(╬￣Dish￣)

what? !

"How about this, you let the Second Prince suffer a little, let me be the next emperor of the empire, and he can be the prime minister. I'll stay in the palace every day and leave all the government affairs to him." Number 010 looked at Tranquil Lake with a sincere expression.

"..."

A sudden jolt went through the tranquil lake.

"This……"

Snapped!

snort!

Number 010 slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Thank you, but don't talk to me about the future and dreams. I don't care how much tax Nagoria collects in a year, or whether you really want Nagoria to become an autonomous territory. If I really want these things, do you think the Nagoria Governor's Office can stop me?"

Of course not.

The tranquil lake has nothing to say.

"Money! If you give me money, we're all set. If you don't, forget it. Five trillion dollars, not a penny less."

The tranquil lake is in a dilemma.

"Oh, right." Number 010 turned around and added, "I need universal energy coins, thank you. If it's Biru, what if it suddenly turns into a bunch of junk symbols? That would be a huge loss."

Number 010 wore a look that said, "Luckily, I'm smart."

The tranquil lake's face looked as if it were constipated.

"I need to discuss this with my superiors."

"go Go."

Number 010 started waving people away.

As soon as several burly mechanical puppets approached, the members of the Tranquil Guild assessed the size difference and wisely chose to leave.

An Ran, hiding in the back, began to think rapidly.

Although Tranquil Lake is just boasting, if they actually manage to unite four expeditionary forces, then the rest of us won't be able to compete.

This absolutely cannot be done.

She had Heloise call over a group of players.

"Now I have a very important task to entrust to you."

The players looked serious.