Chapter 1313 235. Annan, warmonger
Harding was grateful on the outside but scornful on the inside.
What kind of boss can you be if you don’t make money? Should you learn from the church to give to the poor?
But that's what gangsters do - they come to the crushing mining area to work as precarious thugs, isn't it just to make money? Except for those bachelors who spend the money they get, who else will receive the money and not send it home?
Seeing that they had received the money that usually took them a week to earn, the gangsters immediately forgot about their old boss and pledged their allegiance to Joan.
But later on, Joan regretted it.
Because the slave merchants came, bringing with them a large number of slave laborers to be rescued.
Joan couldn't help but see the succubus as a mercenary who was squeezed dry by the girl, the believer who had just committed suicide in despair after the return of the gods, and the Ilimayas who saw the massive gold and silver jewelry in the elemental plane - oh, I was even making metaphors to Annan. Get closer.
There is nothing to do but watch the slave drool and feel annoyed.
Joan, Joan, what are you learning from Annan? Now it’s better, all the money has been sent out, and there is no money left to buy slaves...
Want to come back?
With the "gang leader's baggage", Qiong An couldn't open her mouth.
The slave merchant, who learned of Joan's difficulties, generously offered to allow Joan to pay on credit first, and they would come back to collect the money tomorrow.
The hard labor "preserves value", and any gang needs them to earn profits for itself. The slave merchants are not worried about them running away - and the slave merchants are much stronger than the gangs that control small coal mines.
"Okay, I want them all!"
"Are you sure?"
The slave merchant, who was still shirtless even in the snow, looked back at the truck. There were at least fifty slaves.
"The Haijal Ditch is mine too. I'm short of a lot of hard labor now."
"No wonder there's a different face over there." The slave merchant understood and waved to his men to unload the goods.
"Fifty silver coins each. Here are fifty coins. Twenty-five gold coins. How many days do you plan to pay back?"
Qiong An calculated the accounts and found that the coal mined by the two coal mines could barely sell for 5 knares a day. After excluding expenses and expanding the territory...
"How about paying it off in ten days?"
The slave merchant said: "Two cents profit."
"Two points is two points."
Qiong An couldn't stop deducting money from her subordinates and workers. It was all for nothing anyway, and she didn't feel bad.
While the contract was being signed, Joan asked Harding to take the slave into the mine to keep warm.
As soon as they were sold, their cotton clothes with holes all over their bodies were stripped off and they were put together to keep warm.
"You guys are really lucky. There is no boss in the entire Broken Mountains who is more kind-hearted than her."
Harding didn't understand the use of the boss giving money to the poor. He could only see that the boss was very useful. As the younger brother, it was necessary to make the boss happy, so on the way into the mine, he boasted about Joan, as if he would make a fortune as soon as he came - how could this be possible.
But they did see that the hard workers who came and went were not hard at all. The cotton clothes on their bodies were dirty but the bulges were all made of new cotton. Their bodies were thin but their faces were not numb, and they were still talking and laughing.
The slaves whispered. In the corner, two people were talking quietly. "That's her."
"Brown hair, ordinary appearance, no golden bloodline characteristics... undoubtedly a fake."
"Spread the word?"
If Annan were here, he would definitely recognize these two people as the imperial officials who were coaxed to Liberty City by his three words.
They somehow ran back and found Joan.
"Wait a minute." His companion pulled him, "Annan Reeves knows about it. He has people pretending to be princesses. It's best to see what they are going to do here first."
If Annan just borrowed his identity, they could still turn a blind eye due to his relationship with the empire. But if you use your identity to deceive and smear the Golden Family, you can only report the truth to the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Not long after, the fake princess came in and announced the treatment and benefits for the hard workers, and recruited them into the Freedom Gang.
The familiar smell reminded them of what Annan Reeves did in the Kingdom of Rekaner.
The empire was too big, too big to be rigid. When the giant's head wanted to raise a hand, it took several days to reach the hand, and then only the little finger moved.
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Anything that is unconventional will naturally be rejected here. It cannot be said that a stable order is a bad thing, but one like the Paem Kingdom is definitely not a good thing.
So whether it’s the head, torso, or limbs, we are all trying to find ways to eliminate this rigidity.
In addition to reform from the inside out, there are also successful forces that observe the outside world.
As one of the brightest new stars in Middle-earth after the Year of Turbulence, Annan's Free City has undoubtedly been repeatedly observed and studied, especially after the Battle of Rekaner began.
Here are the little brothers of the Empire, and over there are the bloodlines branched from the Montreal Golden Family. The Empire can't help but pay attention to them.
Annan's approach also polarized discussions within the empire.
The nobles felt that Annan was simply subverting the system of Allen's world, a heresy, evil, and a source of chaos that endangered stability. Politicians believe that victory requires any means necessary. There are two corpses here. Does it matter which one is a noble and which one is a commoner?
Among them, the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Imperial Military Ministry had the loudest voices.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs felt that Annan had violated aristocratic etiquette. How could civilians be allowed to subvert the aristocracy?
The Ministry of Military Affairs believes that complete change is the foundation of a war, rather than a group of nobles simply fighting a few battles and replacing a group of people sitting at the top.
Despite their quarrels, they all had the same view on Annan: Annan Reeves, heir to the ancient Reeves family and King of the North. The purity of his identity and bloodline can even sit in the front row of the empire, and his blood flows with the desire for war.
Annan talks about love and peace all day long, but don't care what a person says, it depends on what a person does.
So far, Liberty City has maintained a record of launching one war a year: in the first year, it fought against the Principality of Montable Rock and supported a puppet Grand Duke in power. The next year, he defeated the Kingdom of Ruikaner and pushed a Lich Crown Prince to the throne of king. At the beginning of the third year, there was a dispute with the Elf Royal Court, and then I felt that I couldn't defeat it, so I turned around to find trouble in the Broken Mountains——
Annan is either waging war or on the way to waging war.
If the gods are still there, give Annan the title of God of War, Spokesperson of the Abyss, Weaver of Conspiracies, and Saint who spreads fear.
The Military Department likes this little brother so much. Not like an empire. In the past, anyone who dared to be disrespectful would be sent directly to the army. Now, even the Stun Rats will fight and build a cowardly Great Wall of the North.
Thinking of this, the two imperial officials looked at each other.
The matter of the fake princess could have been concealed for the time being, but if Annan planned to take action against the Broken Mountains, he would have to report it...
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