Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

After the bloody and cruel public trial meeting, in order to appease the fear and anxiety of the remaining surrendered nobles, Harvey held a banquet before returning to the north.

The dinner was still held in the form of Harvey's favorite "buffet", but due to the lack of winter products and backward diet and cooking methods in Fengyuan City, it seemed a little inappropriate.

Fortunately, the little nobles who came to the banquet were not thinking about eating. Most of them looked trembling and surrounded by the top power leaders in the Northland headed by Harvey.

The little nobles present were all small characters with no soldiers and no soldiers. They had no conflicts with the Northern Army in this Fengyuan City Battle. After drinking a few glasses of wine, even those nobles in the Southern Army were rude. The middle and lower-level officers of the Northern Army relaxed a lot.

Although Harvey held a wine glass, he didn't drink any wine. Everyone present knew that he was in a special situation of manipulating the transformation into a puppet. No one in the local nobles dared to force the "Border King" to force him to face this essential "Border King. "Please drink.

"Haha, I originally thought... the complete ban on the church's faith in Fengyuan City and surrounding areas would be strongly opposed by you, but I didn't expect it to be implemented so smoothly."

Several young nobles surrounding Harvey were shocked and looked at each other before answering carefully: "Lord, the area of ​​Fengyuan City is not a devout parish of the church... The tax on believers is levied very high every year. , Everyone has long been very dissatisfied with the church."

This is true. After all, when the Guanghui Church exploits believers to gain benefits, it is not just pointing at the common people and profiteers. For them, the nobles and wealthy businessmen are the fat sheep who have always held "money" The more bulging the bag, the more you should contribute to our Lord” principle.

The great nobles may still be able to gain some benefits through close cooperation with the church, while the small nobles are completely purely divided and slaughtered - after all, the fiefdoms are not rich, and the people under their rule are all ruling. When the church goes to pay taxes, the money that can be put into their pockets will naturally be less.

In this situation, Harvey naturally chose them as the main target that needs to be won over.

He clapped his hands and ordered his guard to bring a wooden plate covered with red silk, with a custom-made magic revolver on it. It was obviously more handmade than the standard model in the military. The decoration and engraving craftsmanship look full of mysterious beauty.

"Sir... what does this mean?" The little nobles looked a little horrified. They knew very well that the weapon in front of them was like the spears on their backs, and they were all the initiators of crushing the Ralph family in Fengyuan City.

"I believe many of you have seen it." Harvey chuckled and explained lightly: "This revolver... is a mass-produced magic weapon made in my territory."

He raised his hand to signal everyone to come around, picked up the revolver and handed it to a little nobleman, "You think, how difficult is this weapon and casting process?"

The nobleman who was forcibly stuffed the gun into his hand stiffened, and the heavy revolver in his hand was neither ready nor holding it.

"Lord... Lord Lord, I'm frank, ordinary weapon craftsmen may not be able to create such exquisite magic weapons at all. This must be the hand of an alchemist with extraordinary power."

Harvey laughed loudly when he heard this, "It's a big mistake, I'm going to hide it from you... Just like this, a short revolver, my military factory can mass-produce 1,000 pieces every month, which only takes one and a half months. , you can equip an army that can capture Fengyuan City."

Pierce, who had been standing beside Harvey, came up at the right time and added coldly, "At the same time, the military factory can also produce more than twice the number of continuous-fired rifles at the same time, which is what the soldiers carry on their backs. That style."

"No... I am worthy of being the Lord, I have such a powerful and prosperous northern territory, ha...haha...haha." The nobles agreed with flattering smiles.

Only one young nobleman with bandages on his forehead took the initiative to take the revolver, looked over and observe with a curiosity and shock, and mustered up the courage to ask Harvey, "Lord, dare you." How do you make magic weapons available to ordinary soldiers?”

A nobleman who was obviously familiar with him quickly pulled his robe, indicating that he should not be so reckless and rude, and spy on the military secrets of a great lord in public.

Harvey didn't care at all and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Ross, Ross Ralph, the canonized knight of the Frost Eagle family, Lord Lord." The young man seemed not afraid of being afraid of being known by Harvey as a member of the family branch of Duke Ralph, and his expression was very calm.

It turned out to be the guy who knocked his father out of his voluntarily surrendered, a young man who knew the times.

Harvey nodded and hinted: "It's simple to know the answer. You can figure out the secret by following me back to the northern pioneer territory."

Before he could finish his words, Ross's eyes lit up, and he stroking his chest without hesitation and said, "This is my honor, Lord Lord!"

The other nobles looked at Ross like fools, not understanding what his manipulation was for, and no matter what, they were the "defeated side" in essence, and could save their lives and territory and property. It was already the other party who was kind, but leaving the family business and going to the other party's territory alone was really a dream.

"Do you think my northern territory is a dangerous and wilderness?" Harvey felt a little funny and said with a teasing expression, "You have never been to the wasteland, so it is normal for you to know how prosperous and rich it is right now. .”

He paused and continued casually: "In fact, the fiscal taxation and trade income of my territory this winter has reached as much as 100,000 pounds. Haha, if it weren't for the large number of war refugees from the south, it would have been consumed With a lot of grain reserves, the actual income may be increased by about 30,000 pounds..."

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The little nobles all took a breath, "Winter...three months, ten...one hundred thousand pounds?"

Most nobles rely on land rent and people's head tax all year round, at most, only earn more than one hundred gold pounds. Some of them are more intelligent in running a family industry, which may double the profits, but they still need to bear more risks. Many small nobles accumulated family wealth for generations cannot reach a fraction of the annual fiscal revenue of Harvey's territory.

Some people also keenly heard the saying "Holding refugees from the south, consuming a lot of reserves, about 30,000 pounds" from Harvey's words - there was a noble lord who took the initiative to pay the money in his pocket. It is an unheard of strange things to come out and save those refugees who are as alive as grass.

A nobleman who was stunned by the golden pound carefully approached Harvey and licked his face and said, "Lord, besides collecting taxes and rent, what kind of industry can he earn such as astronomical money? Wealth?”

Harvey looked around the nobles with longing expressions and chuckled.

"Want to know? It's very simple... Give up the identity and title of the nobleman and follow the new system I established, and naturally I can get the one that belongs to you on this huge cake."