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Volume 143: Chapter 130 Chapter Exchange Rate Fluctuations

Recently, a major event occurred in the Viscount Lanwan Territory.

Of course, it does not refer to the birth of the first Giant Eagle Knight in Viscount Lanwan's territory, but to the fact that the gold exchange office in Yushu Town in Viscount Lanwan's territory adjusted the exchange rate between Fuso and Dier from 1:4 to 1:3.8.

At present, Viscount Lanwan's territory is a gathering place for merchants. The exchange rate adjustment of the two currencies immediately attracted the attention of those who deal with money all day long. They gathered at the gold exchange to find out what was going on.

"Since I was born, one fiso has been exchanged for four dirs. I have never heard of a fall in the value of fiso!" a businessman complained loudly.

"It's not that the fuso has fallen in value, but that the dir has risen in value," Bessel, the first director of the gold exchange, explained. "Mr. Paul, you often go to the Sokya Peninsula to do business. Haven't you noticed that the dir has become more and more valuable?"

Bessel was very handsome, with no visible Adam's apple, and his voice was feminine and gentle, not like a man's. When he spoke, a tattoo of a beautiful pomegranate flower could be vaguely seen on the right side of his neck, which could not be completely covered by his collar. The well-informed merchants could almost guess from Bessel's appearance that he was a castrato.

Castrati singers in this world are not very popular - after all, the church has not yet developed the tradition of having castrati sing for Ig, but it is still quite common. Some slave traders will select handsome boys with good voices, knead the boys' testicles every day when they are seven or eight years old until they are crushed, and then carefully educate and train them until they are ten years old, and then sell them to nobles or churches. This kind of castrati can serve in bed, and can also perform at the banquets of nobles to show off, and the profit is many times higher than that of ordinary pedophiles.

Although they knew that the other party was a eunuch, the merchants did not dare to underestimate Bessel because he had money.

Money makes you the boss, and businessmen are the group of people who best understand this simple truth.

"Yes, Paul, even the slaves on the Sokya Peninsula know that they are getting less dir in exchange. Why are you still unwilling to accept the fact that the price of dir has increased?" A young man shouted with a smile to the businessman called Paul.

"Shut up, Rashid!" Paul cursed. "I know you're going to make a fortune again, but don't try to irritate me, or you'll get your legs broken when you go home at night."

The young man called Rashid kept his mouth shut.

Because the exchange house of Viscount Lanwan had long been accepting the business of exchanging dir for fusos, ass for fusos, fusos for ass, and dir for ass, but refused to accept the business of exchanging fusos and ass for dir. So a group of people gradually appeared in Yushu Town, who specialized in hoarding dir and exchanging ass and fusos for dir for other merchants at an exchange rate slightly lower than that of the exchange house, earning the difference.

Rashid is such a "dir businessman", and he is one of the earliest businessmen engaged in this industry. He has hoarded a lot of dirs. Now that he has exchanged them for gold, the "official" identity has made it clear that the dir has appreciated, so Rashid has naturally made a profit.

The reputation of the "Dil merchants" in Yushu Town has always been very bad. In the eyes of other merchants, these people are stealing money from their pockets. Therefore, Rashid did not dare to talk back when he was scolded, otherwise he would arouse public anger. When he returned home at night, his legs were broken and he didn't know who beat him.

"Mr. Bessel, will the price of this thief drop after a while?"

Paul frowned and asked Bessel again. He had a sum of fusos that needed to be exchanged into dirs urgently. However, if he went to exchange them now, he would definitely be ripped off by those "dirt merchants" again.

Bessel shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not in the short term. I heard that the nobles in Badan and Carmela are hoarding dirs. After a while, the dir may appreciate again, uh, the price will increase."

Hearing that the price would go up again, the merchants who wanted to exchange for Fuso wailed, while the merchants who had accumulated a lot of Dir waiting to be exchanged for Fuso were smiling happily, and they even started to think about hoarding more Fuso now.

How could Bessel know whether the nobles of Badan and Carmela were hoarding Dier? Charlotte taught him these words.

Charlotte was very hesitant to make the decision to raise the price for Dier at this juncture - the unprecedented emergency conscription order from Philippines had already reached Bataan, and the conscription order even bluntly stated that "all allied countries must send all the citizen soldiers they can to Philippines", which confirmed the news brought back by Lilith that the coalition forces of the Ai Ye Alliance had indeed suffered heavy losses on the front battlefield and the situation was already critical.

Feidi might be doomed. Is it really necessary to continue with the original strategy against Dier?

After much hesitation, Charlotte decided to proceed according to her original plan.

There are many considerations involved.

First of all, even though many people in Northern Sokya and Viscount Lanwan learned that the Ai Ye Alliance had been defeated again, they still did not think that Fei Di would perish because of this. After all, this was not the first or second time that the Ai Ye Alliance had been defeated, and wasn’t the ancient Fei Di still standing there?

This mentality more or less affected Charlotte, causing her to inexplicably harbor some hope, what if Feidi managed to hold on again...

Secondly, even if the Delmite Alliance captured Fidelity, Charlotte felt that Dir would continue to circulate because... the Delmite city-state did not have its own currency.

It sounds outrageous, but it's true.

The Delmer City-State believed that material enjoyment would corrupt the fighting spirit of the citizen soldiers, so they placed great emphasis on simple collective life. The city-state provided public meals for citizens, which were sufficient to fill them up and healthy enough, but the taste was only average. Citizens of the city-state could only live in collective dormitories before the age of 30, even if they were married. All citizens had to serve until the age of 60, and spent most of their lives in military camps. The only things they had to do were fighting and giving birth. All their clothing, armor, weapons, and housing came from the city-state collective.

This undoubtedly compressed the personal material needs of citizens to the extreme, so the Delme city-state actually did not need any currency.

Originally, the Delme city-state had issued iron coins for a period of time, but later discovered that counterfeit coins were rampant in its trade with the Orlan Empire - iron coins were too easy to counterfeit and the cost of counterfeiting was too low - so the Delme city-state simply abolished the iron coins.

The current city-state of Delme has no currency, which has led to the dominance of the currency of Fidelity on the Sokya Peninsula - Dier.

The Delmer people can do without currency, but their allies cannot. The Delmer allies have material needs, and their needs are no less than those of their enemies. Where there is demand, there is naturally trade. The currency issued by ordinary city-states is difficult to gain trust in other city-states. The Delmer people who are qualified to issue currency are unwilling to do such a thing, so a strange scene appeared...

In recent years, the Delmians have defeated the Filipinos on the battlefield, but in the market, the Delmian Alliance has always used the enemy's currency - the dir.

Therefore, Charlotte felt that given the degree of dependence of the Delmian Alliance on Dir, it would be difficult for the Delmes to abolish this currency even if they conquered Fidelity, unless the Delmes were so desperate as to ask their allies to join them in transforming the city-state into a pure war machine.

So, Charlotte decided... to take a small gamble. If she won, she would make a fortune, but if she lost, she would only lose a few thousand dirhams.

"Money is something you can earn again if you lose it... uh, borrow again? Ask again? Steal again?" Standing on the small building of Cecilia's house, Charlotte, looking at the money exchange in the distance, suddenly realized that not much of the money in the public treasury of Viscount Lanwan was earned honestly. "Ah, anyway, it will come back."

Cecilia ignored Charlotte's bad attitude and said, "But your plans for Ambulatu or even a second exchange may have to be postponed."

"Oh? What's going on?" Charlotte asked curiously.

"John Rice has sent three official letters in a row, claiming that there are many conflicts among the residents of Ambratu County, and he hopes that you can send military forces to help him maintain law and order in the city," Cecilia said as she took out several letters. "Knight Garcia also sent a message via raven, also saying that the situation in Ambratu County is unstable and some bad things may happen."

Charlotte pulled out the long, thin note that was obviously sent by the messenger crow and took a look at it.

"Tsk..." Charlotte crumpled the note into a ball and said, "Then let's send some people to Little Sassini to open a second gold exchange."

"Yes," Cecilia nodded, then asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going to take care of Ambrato's affairs?"

"Of course I have to take care of it, but not now." Charlotte said with a smile, "If I don't teach those people a painful lesson, how can they agree with my next policy?"

Cecilia thought for a moment and said, "You plan to have the Ambratu people petition to abolish the promise of 'Ambratu governed by the Ambratu'?"

"Not only that," Charlotte shook her head and asked, "Have the administrative and judicial teams of Elm Town been trained?"

Cecilia finally understood: "You are ready to ..."

"I plan to move the current Yushu Town Government Hall and the Court over to take over Ambulatu." Charlotte said with her arms folded.

Elm Town is not only the capital built by Charlotte, but also the "Huangpu Military Academy" opened by Charlotte to train civil servants. At present, the county governors of Ambratu County and Dorucocha County are in a system where the county governors have exclusive power, which is not in line with Charlotte's expectations. It is just a temporary measure used to clean up the city-state. The modern local management system of Elm Town, which consists of a government office, a court, and a patrol team, is what Charlotte really wants to build.

After a moment's consideration, Cecilia said, "The government office, court, and patrol team in Yushu Town are almost functioning normally, but you must at least leave me some backbones. Otherwise, Yushu Town will be paralyzed, which will be detrimental to the training of the next batch of civil servants."

Elmtown was almost entirely built up by Cecilia bit by bit, and she cared about this town even more than Charlotte.

"Well, what you said makes sense," Charlotte said readily. "How about this, you personally select two-thirds of the civil servants to prepare to take over Ambratu, and the remaining one-third will stay in Elm Town. At the same time, recruit a group of people to supplement the civil service system of Elm Town."

"Yes." Cecilia nodded.

Sokya Peninsula, Ambratu.

Hundreds of former Ambratu citizens and their supporters gathered at the gate of the County Governor's Mansion, shouting John Rice's name and asking him to come out to see them.

John Rice was annoyed by the noise, but he never went out to meet these people because he knew what these former citizens wanted, but he also knew that he could not agree to it.

Just as Bill was leading the former citizens in shouting enthusiastically, a caravan that had just returned from Viscount Lanwan passed by the gate of the County Governor's Mansion. A merchant in the car said disdainfully: "Look at these people, they thought they were a city-state now, but they are just like a group of barking dogs all day long."

The businessman did not lower his voice when he spoke, and the former citizens heard it clearly. They were immediately furious and stopped the convoy. Ronnie Kane pointed at the businessman who had just spoken and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"What did I say? You barked like dogs!" The merchant did not admit defeat and said with his neck tilted high, "Am I wrong? Dogs know how to help pick up rabbits, but you guys don't even want to work all day and just beg on the street!"

"We are just asking for what belongs to us!" Ronnie glared at them and said, "Your shop is ours, your fields are ours, your mines are ours, and you are the maggots that are parasitic on our wounds!"

The businessman laughed when he heard this and said, "Yes, yes, not only that, our wives are still yours! Hahahaha..."

"Hahahaha..." The businessman's companions also laughed in unison.

However, this laughter is so harsh to some people's ears.

Because of Jonathan Hackman's propaganda in the city, the Ambrato militiamen captured by the young Sassini had been executed, and their property was forcibly reclaimed. Avery's wife had to remarry a freeman to protect herself.

Avery did not want to blame his wife. When he was fighting on the battlefield and doing hard labor in little Sarsini, his wife was his spiritual support. But it was difficult for him to let go of his homelessness, so he drank to drown his sorrows.

At this moment, he was suddenly hurt by someone's stabbing, and a surge of anger rushed into Avery's heart.

“Hahaha, uh…”

The merchant was laughing when a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd of former citizens and grabbed the merchant by the neck.

"Go to hell!"

Avery's eyes were red. He picked up the businessman who was stronger than him with one hand and threw him out. Then he knelt on one knee on the businessman's back and punched him in the head again and again.

Avery was a one-wing warlock. Although the one-wing ability of the citizen militia faction was not strength amplification, he was able to beat the merchant to the point of blood and brains splattering with just three or four punches.

The brutal scene stunned the onlookers for a moment.

"Murder! Citizens are killing people! Citizens have started killing people!" After a long while, a scream woke everyone up.

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Volume 144: Chapter 131 Chapter Riot

Disaster has once again struck Ambratu, the northernmost town on the Sokya Peninsula.

Although peace and tranquility are luxuries in this troubled era, the disaster in Ambratu is somewhat special. It did not come from foreign invasion or the evil ambitions of a few people, but from the foundation of this city and from two groups of people who can no longer get along.

It seemed as if overnight, Ambratu had returned to barbarism. Avery's act of beating a merchant to death in the street was like a small spark that fell into a pile of gunpowder and instantly blew up the entire city.

In the streets and alleys, there was killing, smashing, looting, raping and plundering everywhere, and the ears were filled with roaring, cursing, and wailing...

The former freemen took out a large number of swords and shields from nowhere and started to kill the former citizens, and the former citizens also used the qualities they had acquired when they were fighting as citizen soldiers to fight back. Both sides were bloodthirsty and both sides thought that the other side wanted to kill them all.

"My lord, my lord, the streets are in chaos, you can't go out!"

The servants united in unity and hugged John Rice, who had just rushed out of the house, and tried to persuade him.

"If I don't go out, Ambratu will be finished!"

John Rice struggled and shouted at the top of his lungs. He now only regretted that he went out too late. If he had come out immediately when those citizens came to block the gate of the county magistrate's mansion, the situation might not have turned out like this, right?

"Everyone in and out of the city has gone crazy now. It's useless for you to go out!"

These servants were under the jurisdiction of the County Magistrate's Office. They served whoever was the County Magistrate. It had nothing to do with them whether Ambratu was successful or not, but if the County Magistrate had any problems, they would definitely be finished.

"Ahhh, please forgive me, I beg you, I was really forced to remarry, please forgive me..."

Screams were heard not far away.

John Rice looked in the direction of the sound and saw a naked woman with disheveled hair being dragged onto the street by several men grabbing her hair.

The woman cried out in fear and begged for mercy.

However, one man raised his hatchet and chopped off the woman's head.

His companions picked up the woman's head, held it high, and let out strange cries. The blood dripping from the head was as red as their eyes.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy..." John Rice murmured.

The servants became even more frightened upon seeing this, and while John Rice was stunned, they dragged the county magistrate back to his mansion and closed the door.

Jarrod Garcia stood at the east gate of Ambrato and watched as a small group of former citizens wielding crude weapons rampaged through the city, leaving a trail of broken limbs on the ground.

"Knight Garcia, Kane Manor was attacked and the manor owner and his family were sentenced to impalement and hanging." A squire knight who had just returned from a manor outside the city reported to Jarrod Garcia.

The so-called stabbing punishment is to sharpen one end of a long wooden stick as thick as a wrist into a blunt head that is not too sharp, and then slowly insert it into the anus of the person being punished until it passes through the throat.

The so-called hanging and pulling is to first hang the victim up, then cut off the sexual organs and burn them in the fire, then make an opening in the lower abdomen, take out the intestines, wrap them around a winch, and then use the winch to pull out the victim's internal organs little by little.

Kane Manor was the property of the former city-state's powerful Kane family. It was later confiscated and sold by Jonathan Hackman. Now those who attack the manor must be the former city-state citizens, and those who are tortured to death are naturally the former city-state freemen.

"It's only been a short while since we last held out... The citizens are still pretty strong." Jarrod couldn't help but click his tongue.

Former citizens of Ambratu have received military training since childhood - although not as strict and perverted as those of the citizens of Delme, they at least know how to use weapons correctly, how to cooperate with each other on the battlefield, and have more supernatural powers.

Although the former free people had a large number of people, they had basically never been to the battlefield, and they were outnumbered by the extraordinary people, so they naturally seemed much weaker in strength.

Then, just as Jarrod Garcia was lamenting that the fighting power of the former free people was much inferior, the small group of former citizens he was paying attention to ran head-on into a group of ragged but armored slaves. The two sides immediately started fighting without any further ado. There were actually several extraordinary people among those slaves. The situation suddenly became one-sided, and this group of former citizens were killed and fled in panic in the blink of an eye.

Jarrod Garcia suddenly felt that his judgment was wrong. These former freedmen were not easy to deal with.

"Knight Garcia," another squire knight came to report, "a large number of rioting slaves have appeared inside and outside the city, and they have sophisticated weapons in their hands."

"I saw it," Jarrod Garcia replied calmly.

"This..." A knight said hesitantly, "The situation in Ambratu has completely gotten out of control. Don't we need to take care of it?"

"Did the rebellious slaves break into the Sheriff's House?" Jarrod asked.

"Uh... no." The knight shook his head.

"Did the rebellious slaves attack the treasury?" Jarrod asked again.

"No." The knight shook his head again.

"It's none of my business how many people die in Ambrato." Jarrod Garcia answered indifferently with his arms folded.

The knights and squires behind Jarrod couldn't help but complain in their hearts, they were indeed called the "blood hound", the former citizens and former freemen were all beaten to a pulp, but Knight Garcia was still able to maintain his appearance of watching the show.

In fact, when the riots and killings have reached this point, it no longer matters whether one is a citizen or a free man.

The group of rioting slaves that Jarrod saw finished fighting with the former citizens, and then they immediately smashed the nearby shops and houses, and then even more heart-wrenching wails were heard from those shops and houses.