I made science magic

The price of wheat instantly dropped from five hundred copper coins to one copper coin for five kilograms, and no one would even look at it.

Rumors abounded in the market, saying that wizards could make bread out of air and liquor out of lake water. The food they had was worthless because from now on, the parliament would take care of the food and lodging for everyone in the kingdom...

The trade routes to the empire had been blocked in both directions, and they did not have enough transportation capacity, let alone the ability to transport so much grain out of the kingdom without the knowledge of the parliament.

Every word the knight said was like a long sword, piercing straight through Mortan's chest.

He knew that he was finished, everything was finished...

"Gustav, you lied to me!" Mortan roared angrily, but the commander of the God's Punishment Army he mentioned was obviously no longer able to help him.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise outside the fortress, followed by a fierce argument.

Mortan's face suddenly changed and he almost fell off the bed.

The knight spoke without waiting for Mortan to ask, "It should be those merchants who came to collect their debts!"

Mortan was filled with anger. Since when did a few lowly merchants have the guts to break into the manor of a marquis of a kingdom?

If he can't deal with a wizard, can he deal with a few wealthy businessmen?

In a rage, Mortan drew the sword from the knight's waist and rushed out angrily without even putting on his shoes.

In the lobby of the fortress, a dozen loyal guards were confronting a group of uninvited guests who rushed in.

The leader looked amiable, about forty years old, with slightly squinting eyes, and looked very wealthy.

"Stanford?! Who gave you the courage to break into my manor!" Mortan said coldly as he stepped barefoot into the lobby of the fortress with a sword in hand.

"Your manor?" Stanford showed a slightly surprised expression on his face, then he took out a deed from his pocket and said kindly, "You may be a little forgetful, Marquis Mortain, this manor is already mine!"

"Of course, you can also choose to take it back for 30,000 gold coins!" Stanford said indifferently.

Seeing the other party directly take out the deed, Mortan choked for a moment, and had to suppress his anger and refute. "I remember the deadline should be one month!"

"This is 30,000 Imperial gold coins, Lord Marquis. I'm afraid you won't be able to pay this money within a month, so I have to come to collect the money in advance to avoid any unexpected events!" Stanford said apologetically, and then pointed to the tiny print on the contract. "This is clearly written in the contract!"

Mortan was so angry that he laughed. He had never been insulted like this before. He was the marquis of a great kingdom, but someone actually thought that he couldn't even afford a mere 30,000 imperial gold coins!

Even though he has no savings now, his territory still has a lot of land, mines, slaves and even people...

But before he could open his mouth, Stanford seemed to have guessed it in advance, and one voucher after another appeared in his hand, and finally even piled up into a booklet.

That is the pledge certificate of various assets in the Marquis's territory!

Mortan's face changed instantly. He was not surprised by these mortgage certificates. After all, he had someone pledge them himself. What really shocked him was that so many certificates ended up in the hands of Stanford alone.

"You are from the Wizarding Council!" Mortan's pupils shrank slightly.

He immediately understood why Stanford dared to break into his manor, and why those businessmen were willing to let him pledge the mines and assets in the territory at a high price...

Mortan, who had been dazzled by the huge profits, did not think too much about it. He thought that the other party knew that he had a large amount of high-value wheat, so they were willing to pledge it at a premium.

Now it seems that this is a complete trap!

"Of course, Your Excellency the Marquis, haven't we all been working for the wizards all along?" Stanford had no intention of pretending and admitted it openly.

Mortan almost gnashed his teeth, but he didn't dare to attack rashly, so he had to speak again. "In addition to these assets, I also have countless wheat..."

"Stop joking, wheat is not valuable now!" Stanford interrupted Mortan's words in a cold voice. Now there are grain vendors everywhere in the kingdom, and there are millions of tons of grain in the market!

Apart from the parliament, who can take it in? Who can transport it away?

"But it can still make up for a bit... As for the price, let's just use 1 copper for 20 kilograms!" Stanford said with a smile. "You have a total of 200,000 tons of grain, which is 1,000 imperial gold coins according to the current market price!"

The guards behind him took out money bags and threw them on the ground.

"Yes, they are all here!"

You fart...

Mortan was almost angry to death on the spot. Stanford wanted to buy back wheat worth tens of millions for only one thousand gold coins with just a few words.

Twenty kilograms for one copper is simply nonsense. Even if no one buys grain in the market, he can brew it into beer, or use it as livestock feed, or even sell part of the grain to the empire to make up for the slight deficit!

However, it is obviously not possible for the first two to earn enough money in just one month. There are definitely many people who have the same idea as him, and there may even be a run on each other.

As for selling it to the empire, it can only be done in private. Mortan is not stupid enough to say it openly. If he refuses, he will be charged with treason again!

"It's a pity that I can't give you these 1,000 gold coins, Lord Marquis!" Stanford shook his head and asked the guards to take back the ten money bags, sighing. "You have borrowed a total of 5 million imperial gold coins from various caravans, but even if you sell all the mortgaged assets, you can only pay back 70%, and you still owe a lot."

Mortan's face flushed red, he knew that he was in great danger today.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that although the guards Stanford brought with him were numerous, they did not seem to carry the alchemical artifacts called muskets. He might be able to keep all of them here with his own strength!

Thinking of this, Mortan suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture, and the guards who were originally confronting Stanford and others immediately rushed up like wolves and tigers.

They are all personal guards raised by the Mortan family since childhood. They have long put life and death aside and would not question the Marquis' orders in the slightest.

However, what is faster than swinging the sword is the skill of drawing the gun!

The guards behind Stanford drew out short-barreled muskets from their waists under the horrified gazes of the knights and bodyguards!

This more sophisticated and portable firearm was invented by Lydia a year ago, but usually only secret sentries performing special missions are qualified to be equipped with it!

After all, when performing infiltration and reconnaissance missions, short-barreled muskets are easy to carry, and are extremely stealthy and sudden. Many secret sentries have mastered the art of drawing guns!

The best of them can even complete the actions of holding the gun, aiming, and shooting within 0.1 seconds!

The next moment, sharp gunshots rang out in the lobby of the fortress.

Even though dozens of bodyguards were wearing sophisticated armor, they could not withstand the attack of armor-piercing projectiles. They were shot into sieves before they could even put up an effective resistance!

Mortan was even more frightened. Even though he was a blood knight, he was not sure that he could rely on his body to withstand the attacks of so many muskets. He was soon hit by several bullets in the arms and thighs, and fell limply in a pool of blood.

"Treat his wounds and don't let him die. I suspect he has betrayed the kingdom. Let him be tried when we get back!" Stanford put away the musket in his hand. It was he who had broken the opponent's limbs with his superb gun skills.

A group of secret sentries began to deal with the scene very skillfully and disposed of all the bodies. Stanford took out a magic radio and passed the message on.

Count Bell died, Viscount Sk was imprisoned, and Marquis Mortain was captured alive...

A large amount of information was transmitted to Lord through electromagnetic signals. Due to the sudden collapse of food prices, the nobles and wealthy businessmen they captured were often immersed in the fantasy that they were rich enough to rival a country, but their homes were all ransacked the next second, leaving them no chance to react at all.

This also resulted in most of the arrest operations being very smooth, with only one exception, that is, Grand Duke Gard ran away!

Lord was also very helpless about this. During the past month, they needed to monitor hundreds of targets and take action at the same time, and they simply did not have enough manpower.

What's more, most of the people they deal with are wealthy aristocrats who have certain power in their hands. It is not easy to catch them all.

Fortunately, the one who escaped was only a duke of a kingdom who had lost his territory and wealth, and could not cause any trouble. Their most important targets are always unable to run away!

"Let's go to the palace!" Lord collected the information at hand one by one, and then led a large number of musketeers straight to the royal capital.

They did not encounter any obstacles along the way. Although the guards of the royal capital surrounded them, no one dared to take action. They just let Lord pass through most of the royal capital and step into the gate of the main hall.

At this moment in the palace, King Hattar was sitting on the throne, discussing with a group of ministers the food prices in the kingdom that had suddenly soared and then plummeted to the bottom.

And suddenly Lord rushed in with a large group of musketeers!

The huge palace suddenly fell silent. The ministers who had been talking loudly before all fell silent, as if their vocal cords had been cut off.

Lord did not say anything, but respectfully took out the special [Ring of Mysticism] in his hand and placed it in his palm.

A blue light flickered on the ring, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty Hattar!"

Hattar looked a little dazed. This scene seemed to be a replica of the war in the royal capital more than a year ago. The wizard in front of him didn't seem to have changed at all and was still so polite!

However, the one sitting on the throne was no longer the old King Bazel, but himself...

Hatar held the throne's hand beside him, sweating slightly, but still forced himself to remain calm and said, "Long time no see, Master Lin En, is there anything you want to tell me when you come to the palace this time?"

“You can say that!” Lin En nodded, then clapped his hands, and the tied-up servants were brought over one by one.

Hattar's face turned pale instantly. Of course he recognized these servants who were brought up. They were all his trusted subordinates, responsible for secretly contacting Grand Duke Gad and letting him remotely control the actions of those nobles.

But he remembered that these people had clearly been dealt with...

Chapter 460: Lynn: [Hadratha] doesn’t need a king!

In the magnificent palace of Hadhratta Kingdom, you can hear a pin drop.

More than a hundred ministers of the kingdom with distinguished backgrounds stood on both sides of the hall, but they were like blind and deaf, turning a deaf ear to the offensive actions of Lynn, Lauder and others.

Everyone knows that the kingdom is no longer the balance of royal power, divine authority and aristocracy as before. This is the world of wizards!

The silence of the crowd also made Hattar's heart sink to the bottom, but he still pretended to be surprised and asked, "I don't understand what you are talking about? Master Lin En, is there any misunderstanding here... These people are indeed my servants, but I didn't..."

"I always thought that our cooperation was pretty good, Your Majesty Hattar!" Lin En did not give the other party a chance to explain. He interrupted Hattar's words with a sigh and continued speaking.

"It's a pity that you betrayed our alliance, and also betrayed the entire kingdom and all the people within it!"

Although the existing feudal system of the Kingdom of Hadrata was not really to his liking, and was inconsistent with the promotion system he wanted to establish centered on "knowledge" and "magic", considering the stability issues within the kingdom, Lin En was not prepared to take action against the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the kingdom at such a critical time.

After all, a year and a half was too short a time. Although they had controlled large tracts of territory in the kingdom through various means, and even gained the trust and favor of the poor by distributing grain and recruiting workers, holding grievance meetings, and liquidating nobles, they were indeed very short of management personnel.

According to his idea, the cleansing of the nobles should be carried out after the parliament has cultivated a number of trustworthy managers and achieved a breakthrough in the legend to gain absolute advantage over the church. This way it would be safe enough.

It's a pity that there are always some ignorant people who try to stop the chariot with their arms...

The sudden food war launched by the nobles also made Lin En realize that it was time to clean up the parasites within the kingdom.

If such an extremely unstable factor suddenly erupts during their decisive battle with the empire, it would be truly fatal!

Lin En's sigh angered Hattar.

Betray the Kingdom?!

How dare the other party use such words to describe himself, a legitimate king?

"Enough, this is my kingdom! It has belonged to the Basel family in the past, present and future, and I will never allow anyone to take it away!" Hattar stood up from the throne like an angry lion, staring at Lin En in front of him, and spoke angrily.

Perhaps realizing that all his excuses were meaningless, Hattar, who had tolerated for a long time, completely tore off his disguise and let out all the anger in his heart.

More than a year ago, when he had just ascended the throne of King Hadhratah, Hattar was completely immersed in the excitement of holding power. He even felt that without the constraints of the church, he would be able to achieve great things and build a career that was no less than that of his father, King Bazel!

However, this excitement lasted for less than a month. Hattar soon discovered that he, the new king, had no power at all. Many nobles, wealthy businessmen and palace ministers were like loyal dogs, trying their best to please the new masters of the kingdom in their eyes - the wizards of the parliament.

Any of his decrees would be secretly sent to the Wizard Council after being issued. Hattar's carefully planned plan to expand the army by 100,000 was directly rejected by the other party with all kinds of far-fetched reasons!

Although Hattar felt humiliated by the church's aggressive attack and fear of wizards' magic, he did not show it openly.

He even secretly comforted himself that after repelling the church's offensive and regaining the kingdom's territory, the wizards who lacked management ability would definitely need to rely on his power as the king and the nobles to manage such a huge kingdom!