Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World

Hansel got up early the next morning, washed and dressed carefully, and after having breakfast with his family, he rushed to the public office of the intelligence department of the capital. He showed his identity certificate, entered inside and found I am directly under the boss's office.

He knocked on the door lightly, and after he heard "Please come in" from inside, he pushed the door in and greeted the intelligence officer who issued him a commission a few months ago: "Viscount Aiden, long time no see."

The official who was buried in a pile of documents raised his head and stared at Hansel for a long time, and finally asked: "Are you...?" Obviously, he couldn't remember the subordinate he had only met once.

Hansel was annoyed for a while, but he didn't show it at all, and introduced himself with a smile: "Baron Hansel Abbott, I received the letter of commission from you in the barracks on the Highlands a few months ago, and went to Arda to serve Royal Commissioner."

Viscount Aiden stirred his brain vigorously, and finally recovered a little bit of memory.

"Ah! It's Hansel." Mr. Viscount didn't show any embarrassment at all. The people who dialed him at the beginning were basically those who were picked by Earl Merlin and had no place to arrange. Anyway, there was a special liaison officer responsible for passing the correspondence. What's the use of little people bothering to remember what they look like.

He remembered that the guy in front of him was sent by him to the place where no **** in the Northwest Bay, "Then, why did you go back to the capital?" Viscount Aiden put on a serious expression, this kid would not Could it be that he couldn't bear the hardships in the northwest region, so he left his post and came back to enjoy the blessings? Alas, the young people nowadays need to be well educated.

"Hmm!" Hansel cleared his throat, took out a roll of paper, and placed it on Viscount Aiden's desk, "Please take a look, my lord."

Viscount Aiden curiously unfolded the roll of paper, and it turned out to be a certificate of food delivery. Thinking of the instructions given to them by the royal family not long ago, he immediately understood.

"So? You've got food from the local lord?"

Hansel puffed up his chest and said: "Yes, my lord! Although the number is not large, this is only the first batch. The lord of Arda, Earl Paul Greiman, promised me that more food will be sent in the future. And it’s free, we don’t need to spend a copper coin.”

Viscount Aiden nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, in this day and age, there are not many local lords who are so loyal to His Majesty the King. I understand, you go back first." After speaking, he put the handover certificate aside and continued Buried in the official documents on the table.

After a while, he still didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing, so he raised his head strangely, and found Hansel was still standing there, as if waiting for something.

"Huh? Baron Abbott, what are you still doing here?"

Hansel slightly disappointed took out two letters and put them on the table and said: "There is one more thing I need to trouble you, here is a letter from Lord Graeman of Arda to His Majesty the King, and a letter from me to His Majesty the King. The letter written by His Majesty the King contains some suggestions about the northwest region, please send it to the palace for me."

Viscount Aiden glanced at the letters on the table and said, "Okay, but His Majesty the King is busy all day, I'm not sure if he can take the time to read your letters. Hansel, if there is nothing important, you can Hurry back to the Northwest Bay and continue to perform your duties as the Royal Commissioner, I am very busy here."

"Follow your orders, Lord Viscount."

Hansel turned and left the office and closed the door. After taking a few steps in the corridor, he stopped, hesitating to go in again, but finally shook his head and left the building.

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After finishing his official business, Hansel hired a carriage and drove towards Wang Li Jingyao College. About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a tavern.

Hansel jumped out of the carriage, gave the coachman some coins, and walked into the tavern fully dressed. He looked around and found a familiar figure in the corner, then walked to the front of the bar and said, "A glass of rum."

The tavern owner stared at him and didn't move. Just when Hansel was a little impatient, the owner said: "Guest, please show your ID and receipt."

"What do you mean? You need an ID card and receipt to drink a glass of wine?" Hansel was stunned. Could it be that after the warehouse was burned, the capital's vigilance was so high?

A voice came from behind: "Boss, my friend just came back from out of town and doesn't know about the recent prohibition on alcohol. Bring him a glass of apple juice."

Hansel turned around, it was the acquaintance sitting in the corner, he opened his arms and said enthusiastically: "Bernard, it's been a long time!"

Hansel's old classmate, Baron Bernard Francis, also opened his arms and hugged him, "Yeah, I don't know where you have been these past few months, I only found out about you when Tommen came to post a letter this morning Going to the Northwest to be a royal commissioner."

The two walked to the table in the corner and sat down. Hansel asked strangely, "What's the matter with the prohibition you just mentioned?"

Berner waved his hand: "Don't mention it, isn't there a food shortage recently? His Majesty the King issued an order to strictly limit the brewing of all kinds of wine. The nobles can only drink half a liter of wine a day, and the common people can only drink one liter of wine a week. You are allowed to drink at banquets and public places. I warn you, don’t break the ban, this time is not a joke, several unlucky people have already been caught and severely punished.”

"Okay!" Hansel reluctantly accepted the apple juice handed over by the boss, "Then I'll use this to quench my thirst first."

Berner took a sip of the juice in his glass and asked, "Have you been transferred back to the capital this time?"

"No! I'm going back to Northwest Bay in a few days."

"Oh! What a pity!" Bernard raised his glass to Hansel in sympathy.

Hansel continued: "Actually, I invited you here this time, besides wanting to reminisce about the past, there is one more thing."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Hansel organized his words and said: "Now there is an opportunity that can change your destiny, I don't know if you are willing to seize it."

"What chance?" The friend in front of him just asked casually, and then raised his glass to drink juice.

"Would you like to go to Northwest Bay with me?"

"Cough-cough cough!" Bernard choked on a mouthful of fruit juice and coughed violently.

Hansel hurriedly helped him beat his back, and it took him a while to calm down.

"Cough—are you kidding me?" Bernard asked Hansel suspiciously, wouldn't going to that place be equivalent to being dispatched? Why did you drag your good friend into the fire pit?

Hansel put on a serious expression: "Bernard, I'm definitely not joking. I just came back from the Northwest Gulf. I know the land there, the people there, and the lord there. It's definitely not the capital of the king. The poor mountains and bad waters circulated in the noble circles."

He stared into Berner's eyes, and said in a word: "It's a rich, uncultivated, promised land that will be full of gold in the future."

Bernard blinked his eyes and said, "Hansel, you know that these gorgeous and empty rhetoric can't impress me."

Hansel sat down, "Okay, Bernard. To tell you the truth, there is a place called Arda. The local lord hopes to vigorously develop the industries in his territory and increase the supply of various materials including grain and iron. output, but he lacks all kinds of talents under his command, the most urgent need is those who can read and understand arithmetic.”

Bernard rubbed his chin, and seemed to understand his friend's intentions.

Hansel continued: "You know, food and iron are the most important materials in war. Once their production is increased and provided to His Majesty the King continuously, as the relevant personnel who contributed to this matter, the credit must be indispensable. of."

Berna nodded: "You are very good, but is this thing sure to be successful? Every lord hopes that his territory will become more and more prosperous, but he has never heard of any territory that can be restored in just a few days. Get rich within a year."

"Any investment is risky, how will you know the result if you don't work hard?"

Then he introduced Arda's agricultural development plan to Berna, and described the various measures Paul took in the territory, such as eliminating pirates and cracking down on laws and regulations. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com emphasizes that Arda is already well-ordered now, instead of being rampant with pirates and bandits like the previous description of the Northwest Gulf.

He finally said: "Think about it, Bernard, you are almost thirty years old, and you are still working as a librarian in the college. How much money do you get a month? The road is getting narrower and narrower. Don't think about it." It will be like this for a lifetime. Although the size of the town there is a little smaller, its cleanliness is no worse than that of the king's capital, and it is very suitable for living. The lord promised to pay higher wages to those who defected to him than before, and the prices there are also extremely high. Low."

Hansel's words hit Berner's sore spot, and he began to think carefully.

Hansel strikes while the iron is hot: "In the royal capital, there are low-ranking nobles like us everywhere, but what about going to the northwest? There are very few nobles there, and you are almost like the sun to the surrounding civilians when you walk on the street. Our knowledge and talents will definitely occupy a place there. After you make contributions in the future, you can choose to return to the capital or continue to live there, but at that time, the Northwest will definitely be prosperous with our efforts. "

After thinking about it, Bernas finally said, "I have to go back and think about your suggestion before I give you an answer."

Hansel shook his hand: "Good friend, think about it carefully. Also, tell this matter to people you know, especially those who are dissatisfied with the status quo, including civilians, if you have the intention , let them come to me."

Bernard nodded, "Okay, Hansel! I'll give you an answer the day after tomorrow at the latest!"

Hansel raised his glass: "Cheers! My friend, I wish we had enough grain to make wine so we wouldn't have to use **** fruit juice instead."

The two cups collided, "Cheers! I hope what you said will come true."