Although the "Necromantic Lease Contract" is a big lucrative project, it also shows how stretched the Twilight Empire's treasury is.

Many people think that when June Sunshine becomes the Necromantic King, he will be able to collect taxes from various territories and make a steady stream of money, but in fact, the Necromantic King is a complete poor ghost like the guild leader. Don't think that the development of power costs money, and the maintenance of power does not cost money, there are many places to use money, so up to now, except for a few large guilds such as "Auxiliary Dynasty" that can maintain stable profits, other guilds are just barely maintaining expenses. Many people laughed and said that "the guild system of "Qiankun" is dedicated to deceiving rich people into the pit", although it is extreme, but it is not unreasonable, because if the president's management ability is not good, he can only use money to remedy it, otherwise the guild will fall apart sooner or later.

How many ups and downs has the Dusk Empire survived, and this is what it has today, becoming one of the sovereign states of the mainland, and having tens of millions of assets, which makes many people blush. But these tens of millions are real estate, June Sunshine has not touched a penny, every time there is a profit, the money will be smashed, let the subordinates let go of the construction, so that 90% of the working capital immediately become real estate. Otherwise, how to beautify the "City of Waiting"? Otherwise, how to lay a skyweb spider traffic system? Otherwise, how can the lifeless Snow City be restored to its former glory in a short period of time? Speaking of which, Brian had to admire His Majesty—there were very few adventurers who could remain indifferent to the temptation of millions, tens of millions of gold coins.

Even though the June Sunshine didn't touch a penny of the treasury, losing the trade war was enough to turn the Twilight Empire from solid to broken. In order to fill the financial gap, the Dusk Empire launched the "Necronomic Lease Contract", and did not hesitate to sell its people to others as cattle and horses. The low-level people are full of obedience to the king and accept this contract, while the middle- and high-level people follow the principle of voluntariness and can also get a commission of 60%-80% depending on the rank.

The capitalists provide the means of production and the laborers sell their labor power, and on the premise that both parties agree, they make a high use of the productive forces and mobilize the enthusiasm of the laborers. Brian had heard His Majesty say that this kind of contract is also used to calculate remuneration in the "real world", which shows that it is a very scientific and highly applicable contract model. Although it is not uncommon for adventurers, the "Necromantic Lease Contract" has had a great impact on the aborigines as soon as it was introduced.

At this point, Schroeder Bray felt the force of the impact and went to Brien to ask him for his guilt. His throat growled, his face was about to be torn apart by the overflowing anger, and he looked at his posture as if he was about to pounce on him and peck Brian to death with his hooked nose. He has reason to be angry, because he is the big boss behind the Dusk Empire (both others and himself think so), and most of the financial projects have to be seen by him first, while the "Necro Lease Contract" is being promoted by him.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Yes? Anyone thought that the merchant was on the verge of exploding, but he endured it and repeated the question.

Brian groaned for a while and said, "Mr. Schroeder, we need money. ”

"Need money? Didn't I give you enough? Who is paying the debt you owe now? It's me! Schroeder poked his finger in his chest, making a thumping sound.

A while ago, the Dusk Empire and Bigbowo signed a contract for the sale and purchase of "broken silver" armaments, and both sides secretly competed, but the Dusk Empire still lost, not only did it not make money, but the capital chain was also broken. For the sake of this trade war, the Dusk Empire opened up financing to the private sector (to put it bluntly, it borrowed a lot of money), but the rupture of the capital chain led to the inability to repay a large amount of debt, and at the same time, some well-intentioned people deliberately hid behind the scenes, manipulating creditors to appear and collect debts from the Dusk Empire, adding fuel to the fire. At this time, Schroeder Bray signed a new contract with June Sunshine to repay the contract for the Dusk Empire in exchange for all future benefits of the Dusk Empire.

Then, the Dusk Empire paid off a lot of the national debt in one fell swoop, and this financial power frightened the traders of Bigbowo, so the trade war officially came to an end, and the rivals who were ready to move lurked again.

"I've already told my dear majesty—" Schroeder stretched out his hand and pulled Brian in front of him, who had not made any resistance. The corners of his mouth were pulled apart, and Bai Sensen's teeth couldn't stop grinding, and he was likely to suddenly bite Brian. The rich smell of sulfur erupted from his mouth, which made Brian extremely uncomfortable, but what made Brian even more uncomfortable was the sudden roar: "Playing economy, you are not qualified at all!" You are despicable necromantic creatures, maggots and shit in your brains, don't be smart! Just because I've been turning a blind eye to you doesn't mean you can challenge my patience again and again! You are chess pieces, chess pieces should have the duty of chess pieces, don't make trouble for me! ”

"Calm down." Brian put his hand on Schroeder's hand, and though he didn't use force, he made his attitude clear: I refuse to talk further until you let go of your hand.

Schroeder pushed Brian away a few steps, and a large amount of steam came out of the neckline, cuffs, and nose, slowly calming down, like a soldering iron thrown into water. He didn't need to be colorful, he just said, "You're not afraid of death?" "He's not an ordinary businessman, and he's sure Brian knows that too. Historically, only heroes have dared to stand up to dragons, and eighty percent of these fearless heroes have failed.

"I'm afraid. However, people are inherently mortal, either heavier than Tarzan or lighter than Hongmao (the chairman's famous saying), so I don't mind death. Brian said.

"You are really smart and brave enough, but since ancient times, people who are both smart and brave have died the fastest." Schroeder shook his head, but instead smiled: "Okay, I'll tolerate you one last time." In the future, the proceeds of the 'Necromantic Lease Contract' will be handed over on time, and all the previous earnings will be spit out to me. Don't make false accounts, I dare say you just changed a single digit, and I can see it. ”

With that, Schroeder left in silence.

After two seconds, two seconds, Brian adjusted the frequency of the soul fire, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He summoned a Skyweb Spider and rushed to the Joint Research Center, though it wasn't on his agenda for the time being.

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Astant, the capital.

The turmoil caused by the Cloudy Sky Singer has slowly subsided, and the Knights of Iron Hoof, who are always accompanied by calamity, have left the area, and the lives of the inhabitants of the capital are back on track. Not long ago, Lancelot, the guardian hero and elegant man, opened his doors, and the news was like a miraculous ointment that immediately soothed the wounds of the residents.

At this time, in Lancelot's mansion, many boys and girls sat in a spacious and bright hall, listening to the teachings of their teachers. The teacher sits behind the bamboo curtain and never shows his true face, which is very mysterious.

Unlike other marksmen, Lancelot never appears in person to teach students how to adjust their stance and how to aim. All of his classes were theoretical, and the practical classes were taught by students who had previously been admitted.

"Rhythm is the most important thing for an archer, once he loses his rhythm, the archer will not be able to control the situation, and will be passive, and if the archer army shoots arrows in a war, it will surely be defeated. Our Astante founded the country with archery, and the emperors of the past generations attached great importance to the question of 'how to grasp the rhythm of the battlefield', so there were whistle shooters who were extremely sensitive to the sense of rhythm. It can be said that even if you fall into [madness], the whistle shooter can control the proportions better than the elf moonlight shooter. You all have good qualifications, and if you study hard, you can become a whistle shooter. ”

Hearing these words, some teenagers were thoughtful, and some teenagers hurriedly took notes, but no one whispered. Don't look at them so well-behaved, they were also very naughty at first, after all, there are so many classmates, only one teacher, and the teacher is still hiding behind the bamboo curtain, it is inevitable that some people will desert. Lancelot of Elegance is famous all over the world, and of course it is impossible to embarrass a few children, and he does not say anything, but just asks the parents of the deserter to take him home, and refuses to allow him to return to class, which is a kind of euphemism to expel him. Since then, no one dares to get distracted in class.

"I've only taught you theories all along, just to help you lay the foundation, because no matter how skilled an archer is, he must have a keen sense of perception as a prerequisite." The teacher said gently: "You should listen attentively, listen to the singing of the wind, listen to the conversation of the people, listen to the trivial, unnoticed sounds. When you listen to it for a long time, you will find that the world is like a big stage, everyone and everything has its own voice, with its own rhythm, which can bring you into infinite chaos. It is in this chaos that you will find your inner voice, and find your own sense of rhythm. ”

"However, I can't instruct you more, because when I say too much, your inner voice is really nothing more than a replay of my voice. My mind can keep you in the world, but it can't take you to the clouds. Your senior, Oliver, is a bloody example of this, and I hope you can go further than him. Therefore, I am here to announce that your schoolwork is over. ”

At this moment, the students who had never dared to desert became in a commotion: "Teacher, don't you want us?" "Teacher, I feel that there are many things that I haven't fully mastered, can you let me stay for a while longer?" "Teacher, don't drive me away, my dad will beat me to death!"

"Although I promised Your Majesty to train a new hero, heroes are never grown in a small greenhouse." Lancelot's tone was still gentle, but everyone knew that his mildness also represented resoluteness, and even His Majesty could not ask him to take it back. "The seniors will introduce you to the army, and I hope you will make good use of this opportunity."