223. Chapter 223 – Responding to the Calamity
Chapter 223 – Calamity Response
“That’s it?”
This was David’s observation after arriving at the storage room of Governor Warrens’ residence.
It was downright shabby!
A governor of a large port, who had been in office for at least twenty years, actually only had assets of less than two thousand pounds of gold or so.
Yes, it was also equivalent to the same amount of money that Pops Atilicia’s Cymbeline Salena had lent Pops, about a third of the treasure he had extracted from the Spider’s Nest City back in the day.
There are some magical items in there, but most of them are beginner level and chicken ribs, and after looking at a few relatively impressive objects, David was not even interested in identifying them one by one.
Even instinctively felt afraid that it was not hidden by Mrs. Fremea.
But when he saw the countess with a dark and calm face and did not say a word of Zuoer Aliana, David dispelled this idea that made him [rage] appear.
The former didn’t have the guts, and it was unlikely that the latter could hide anything under her specialty as a Drow.
As a human essence, where can Fremea still not see the color of dislike in David’s eyes, for the sake of her own life, she hurriedly spoke out to explain:
“Davy Yutos your highness please calm down, this quarter’s agricultural tax and harbor commercial tax will be remitted at the end of the month, then it will be a little more generous.”
Hearing this countess explain that at the end of the month, there will be an extra three hundred and twenty pounds or seventeen thousand six hundred gold coins of Lewaldon, David was completely speechless to the economy of the human city-state.
Everything could only show that this Governor of Volenz was really poor, well, maybe it wasn’t too poor among human nobles?
At least Warrens Harbor still has a merchant tax to collect, and this is still the big one!
As he chatted with the former countess, David finally realized that this was really the case.
Mainly limited by human technology and productivity, the overall wealth generation itself is more limited.
At the same time, the tax system was not well developed, and many times the nobles relied on the income provided by the farmers in their territories through agricultural production, which was usually unstable and limited.
Mages, on the other hand, are generally relatively wealthy; the problem is that mages are inherently human, and many mid- and high-ranking mages have built their own mage towers and strayed outside of the economic system.
Nobles who wanted mages to work for them not only generally exempted spellcasters from taxes, but even had to spend a large sum of money to maintain this kind of support relationship.
And under the noble feudal system, nobles are obligated to protect their territories and peasants, as the saying goes, my bannermen’s bannermen are not my bannermen, and taxes are paid in such a cascade, while at the same time they need to take on the responsibility of equipping their bannermen’s knights, maintaining their castles, etc., which in turn require a large amount of capital investment, but due to their limited income, they are often strapped for cash.
A set of enchanted plate armor is considered a family heirloom, but some magical items are eager to show off on the body at all times.
In addition, since the coup d’état forty-five years ago, the entire fragmented country has been in turmoil, and these wars consume a large amount of resources and wealth, and the nobles need to pay for the wars, including recruiting, equipping the army, and constructing fortifications, and these expenses are sometimes even beyond their financial capacity.
It was not uncommon for some nobles to go into debt.
“Ward law!” David’s last life for the many jokes of the Middle Ages is only as a terrier to see, his turn to actually participate in it, I did not expect this group of bitter over the really chilling.
After all, this is not Feren, Middle Earth human civilization development is still relatively lagging behind, if it is not the Zhuoer elves have been dead tugging the legs of the high elves, and so that the gang of elves slowed down, along the new continent all the way to sweep past, proper Granier hegemony ah.
David suddenly some for the elf king Ailian more silent sorrow, this elf king obviously has the achievement of the elves in the rise of the Lord of the base, the result of the situation was forced to become a crazy king in the silence of the leakage of air.
At the same time, David also finally realized that it was not the Governor of Port Vorenz who was too poor, but the elves who were dragons and even the elves he used to deal with were too rich!
However, on second thought, it seems to be understandable, this group of Zhor smuggled magic items and even psychedelic drugs all over the world, and the High Elves’ advanced magic workshop monopolized the luxury goods, magic items and even alchemy potions in Ella Rhea.
Last but not least, compared to humans, they are all eldritch.
Longevity also means the relative concentration and stability of wealth.
Unlike the inheritance of human property, every inheritance means a redistribution or even turmoil.
The last is the problem of the eye, David this even after the five-color dragon that is comparable to the color sin God’s domain of the dragon’s treasure trove have shopped, and then turn back to shop human aristocrat’s collection of libraries, that is not proper downgrade blow, can not rise half a wave.
After thinking through all this, David suddenly realized that the original self, seems to be a bit overestimated the human of the middle earth of Ella Rhea.
On the poor into this batch of like, they still need to engage in ‘high building walls, wide accumulation of grain, slow king’ of that set?
As long as there are no Legends like the High Elves gathered together, oneself with hundreds of dragons seems to be completely all the way flat push situation ah!
[Arrogance
This gave David quite the illusion that he had just swiped a high difficulty copy and suddenly returned to the novice village with a divine artifact and a waterfall of tertiary soldiers.
But the good thing is that David’s reasoning is still there, knowing that if he really did that, basically it is not far from being beaten up by the Middle Kingdom.
If he can beat up the allied forces in one breath, then it will not be far from the day when the gods of the Pan-Fereng divine system will cast their eyes on him.
The change of power in the secular world maps the change of influence from the gods, and the chess game of the gods also has a profound impact on the development of secular civilization.
“Tsk, so before hitting the territory of the Elven Kingdom, it’s still going to depend on people after all?”
The so-called, proxy war is also.
At the same time, just as David was considering whether to risk attracting the attention of the gods of Pan-Ferrum by directly leading the group of dragons A up there, or to spend some time cultivating proxies to grow his forces before turning into the High Elf Kingdom.
As David the Red Calamity with hundreds of dragons parachuted into the harbor of Volynz and occupied this border city of Luvaldon without a single soldier, this shocking news also spread rapidly to half of the powers of the Principality of Luvaldon along with the former Governor of Volynz’s escape and defection, and there is a tendency for it to spread rapidly to the Middle Kingdom.
The capital of Luwalden.
The hall of the royal capital was silent, as if waiting for something.
Klinsmann Haddad, who had just inherited the throne from his brother who had inexplicably hung up, was sitting on his throne with a somewhat bored expressionless face, looking ahead.
To be exact, since the assassination of the late king forty-five years ago, he was already the fourth king to be brought to the front of the stage according to his bloodline in this great rebellion that had not yet ended.
He was merely a puppet with power and order in the hands of the nobles present, and until he had the chance to form a faction loyal to himself, most things were out of his hands.
“Port Vorenz was occupied by the Sons of the Crimson Calamity, only the Governor of Port Vorenz escaped, he sent a handwritten letter to the royal capital, hoping that Your Majesty will send troops to conquer and reclaim the fiefdom, in order to make up for the royal family’s military expenditures, for the next ten years, he is willing to pay half of the fiefdom’s tax revenue more to Your Majesty.” A messenger reported in a low voice, his voice echoing in the silent hall.
A chill filled the banquet hall, some of the minor nobles who only learned of the news at this moment looked at each other, the original decent smiles on their faces disappeared, replaced by a deep fear and worry, their eyes were searching for an answer, but no one could give it.
Everyone had heard of the name Crimson Calamity, and even this fear had accompanied the memories of three generations.
However, they had never thought that after so many years, they would actually hear it once again in this kind of formal occasion, even if it was in the name of its heir.
Seeing the silence in the royal court, Klingsmann, who had also learned about all this from the handwritten letter, instead felt a sudden stirring in his heart. Perhaps the opportunity had come to him.
He feigned the same fearful look and uttered the nonsense that a puppet should say:
“We must do something.”
But the words were what the heart of the leaderless nobles expected, and they immediately grouped together to express various opinions.
For example, there was a guy who didn’t know the details who said.
“We should immediately send our troops to retake the port of Warrens.”
Klinsmann did not even need to personally refute, immediately there are nobles as if looking at idiots look back dislike:
“Viscount Dimitri, this red dragon has hundreds of dragons under its command, are you going to lead an expedition yourself?”
“Hiss!” Some of the unidentified nobles then felt that things were getting big.
Normally, when they heard that a five-colored evil dragon had appeared somewhere, it was an unmitigated disaster.
Hundreds of huge dragons gathered together! One dragon’s mouthful of dragon breath was enough to directly level their royal capital!
What the hell is wrong with this world?
“But as far as I know, only nearly twenty of them are true dragons, and most of them are juvenile and young dragons.”
Hearing this, the people’s tense nerves only slightly fell back.
It was good that there were no adult dragons, or else they could really collectively run away overnight to another country.
It was only at this point that a countess offered a relatively reliable opinion:
“Your Majesty, the Son of the Crimson Calamity has gathered at Warrens Crossing with hundreds of dragons, this is not something that is just for our country of Lewaldon. At a moment like this, we must spread the news and invite the nations of Middle Earth to come and discuss the matter and fight the evil dragons together, otherwise they won’t be able to escape if our Lewaldon falls.”
Klinsmann saw that no one finally jumped out to retort, and with a sigh of relief in his heart, he immediately opened his mouth:
“Let’s do it!”
And then added in passing, “The pope and patriarch of each church also invited once again, the dragon swarm is not something that can be fought off by secular armies, a single dragon’s might is able to make mortals lose their combat power. We must gather all the forces that can be united, cobble together all the magic implements against dragons and even dragon-slaying weapons, and form an elite dragon-driven regiment out of it.”
These slightly ‘out of the ordinary’ words immediately drew another argument from this group of nobles.
But he had to take this opportunity to make an ‘arm’ to get himself out of this damned quagmire, even if he had to sell out some of Lewaldon’s interests to do so.
No matter who he was!
Otherwise, with the way Lewaldon was being manipulated by these fools at the moment, he, of Hadad’s bloodline, might very well be the last generation of the fallen king.
Yes, there is no next generation!
Another minister but stepped forward to ask:
“So, do we need to invite Count Pablo?”
The King’s Hall was silent.
As we all know, Earl Pablo was originally just a frontier noble near the Elf Kingdom, but over the years, this Earl has made a name for himself with the help of various oceanic trade and smuggling businesses.
He has even annexed the territories of many small nobles in the surrounding area for a number of reasons, and has become another hegemon in addition to the royalists and the rebels.
And the reason why this count can be from a border count without much existence to nowadays Lulvaden important, and even said out as if people are afraid of the reason is also very simple.
This count has been infiltrated and captured by the Drow since he was young and new to the throne.
In other words, he was nothing more than a puppet manipulated by the Drell mother Nafirutari.
But even so, Klinsmann was envious of this king’s uncle who had a slight blood relationship.
Also as a puppet controlled by someone, at least that Drell mother named Nafirutari did have enough strength and wisdom.
Unlike him, he was surrounded by a bunch of ‘drunken’ trash.
Seeing that no nobles were getting involved about this taboo-breaking topic, King Klinsmann gave his approval:
“Invite Count Pablo, to discuss the plan of the dragon.”
After the courtiers dispersed, the puppet king lay on his slightly spacious throne, his still young cheeks revealed a touch of determination, and his fists clenched tightly.
“Davyutos, son of the Crimson Calamity,? Thank you for the opportunity you have given me.
“I will cherish it, and seize it!
“Definitely!”
He would use this crisis to put a complete end to the forty-five years of turmoil in Luwalden, and to accomplish that mid-career lord who would later be sung about by the bards.
On the border of the Elven Kingdom, Count Babloo’s Earldom.
Nafirutari, the former Drell mother, was lying naked on a balcony couch covered with vines, gazing out into the distance.
The 62 year old Count Pablo was taking his eldest son and two grandchildren with him, and the three generations of nobles were licking and massaging the body of this Zorro as if they were dogs.
They were all under the skirt of this Zor.
They were all under the skirt of this Drow.
At this point, a guard with equally handsome-looking armor that looked more like a love costume seemed to have long since grown accustomed to the somewhat blinding scene in front of him, and respectfully reported the same news:
“Port Vorenz has been taken over by Davyutos, son of the Crimson Calamity, who has brought hundreds of dragons with him from the old continent of Skanes.”
Giggle.
It was the opposite of the scene of the group’s strategy on the side of Lulvaden’s royal court.
“Davyutos?!” This Drell Lord Mother was shocked on the spot and bared her face to the old Earl.
It was as if a nightmare from thirty-two years ago was raging back.
A nightmare come true.
(End of chapter)