Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The technological development route of the Burning Kingdom is unusual. It is not a gradual exploration, but more like "following the map" - for example, they directly created a piston steam engine to ensure the normal operation of the train.

Before leaving, the players of the Mechanicus left behind a large number of drawings and materials from another world.

In return, they will obtain the initial shares of the railway group when they return to Erezega, and they will also have a share of the profits from steam locomotive transportation.

The local researchers of the kingdom only need to follow the drawings and combine these exquisite drawings with Erezega's magical reactions. It can be called the magical version of the "Industrial Revolution", but many of the twists and turns are avoided, and the most correct choice can be made every time.

The successful experiment of the steam locomotive is only a negligible part of the many achievements of North Wind Castle over the years. The changes here are obvious.

Chimneys rise from the ground, causing heavy smog over the city.

With the continuous development of industry, there are nearly 50 military, food and other factories in North Wind Castle, with nearly 20,000 workers. With the strong support of the policy, all kinds of strange "new gadgets" emerge in an endless stream, and some lucky ones even become nobles by inventing.

There are no more beggars starving to death on the streets in the city - the Tiefling City Guards will take them away without hesitation and send them to various factories with a shortage of manpower, becoming the lowest-level sweatshop workers and receiving wages that can only barely maintain their basic needs.

Now, most of these factories are built by the official Burning Kingdom, and as the interests expand, more and more wealthy businessmen and dragon blood nobles are also eager to follow and eat some soup, and invest their assets in this increasingly prosperous business, but the kingdom has not yet given a specific channel.

However, as this trend intensifies and the demand for industrial expansion increases, privatization is almost inevitable. Some dragon blood nobles have obtained the so-called "shares" through various relationships, and even some smart and self-righteous businessmen have established private factories.

It's just that they are completely unable to compete with the official and go bankrupt.

The products produced by these factories can not only meet the needs of the city, but also be sold to various countries in the north along with Hart's kingdom caravan. Scarves, cotton clothes and other daily necessities printed with the "flame and dragon claw" emblem have appeared in all parts of Anzeta. They are becoming more and more common in the lives of Scandians and even become indispensable.

The Principality of Bosk even launched propaganda slogans such as "Resist the temptation of evil dragons" and "Don't let monsters cheat your gold" to impose various restrictions on the kingdom's goods.

But they still can't stop the people's enthusiasm for consumption, nor can they stop the dumping frenzy of the Kingdom of Burning Embers. Even if the Principality of Bosk uses all means, it can't stop the endless smugglers-after all, in commercial competition, good quality and low price are the best swords.

The Principality of Bosk, whose government is so powerful and has the most severe jurisdiction over the people in the territory, can't resist the sugar-coated bullets of the Kingdom of Burning Embers, let alone the remaining scattered principalities, even if they are added together, they are not a match for the kingdom.

Those small workshops with a long history in the city and small factories run by families declared bankruptcy one after another. Many city residents lost their jobs one after another, and even became beggars on the streets. Even the gold coins of the nobles in the north were taken out of their pockets by the kingdom.

The dukes could not stop the outflow of gold and the collapse of the economy. They did not understand the mystery and just let it go.

There were even several families who volunteered to become the compradors of the kingdom, taking the lead in waving the sickle of harvest to their own people and then eating a mouthful of the soup of commodity dumping.

"Lord George. Lord George?"

An anxious voice came from behind.

George was called several times without responding. It was not until the other party called "Lord George" for the third time that he realized that the so-called "Lord" was calling him.

"Ah, so you are calling me."

"What do you want?"

He turned around, smiled honestly, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

From a beast-like serf to a first-class citizen, although it has been several months since the award, he is still a little uncomfortable with it, but such a title also makes him feel secretly happy, the feeling of being respected is unprecedented, and the satisfaction is unimaginable to others.

The man was panting, but he still did not forget to salute. After all, the other party was a "first-class citizen" second only to the Dragon Blood Nobles, and he was just an ordinary worker. The status gap between them was like a natural moat.

"Hu, hu"

"Excuse me, I'm Jack, a worker in the factory."

"The Viscount Big Head ordered that a batch of expedited orders were issued, and everyone needs to come back to work. Including you."

After saying this, Jack also carefully glanced at George's face. After finding that the master's face was not angry, he let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I know, you can go back."

George waved his hand casually and replied.

Seeing a cautious worker like Jack, he always thought of himself in the past.

George did not become a flower shop owner and find a woman to marry as he had once imagined. After meeting higher-level people and seeing more things, he realized that the factory was really a promising place and was strongly supported by the official kingdom - provided that you were not an ordinary sweatshop worker.

So George took advantage of the privileges of a first-class citizen and became an honorable factory manager. He worked in his original factory and was even assigned dozens of workers.

"There's been a lot going on recently."

George returned to his spacious home calmly, put on the gray formal suit specially provided by the kingdom, tied on the brown scarf from Kenyaza City, held a black gentleman's staff in his hand, and put on a neat hat.

Only then did he come to the street radiantly and hail a carriage on the road.

There were many envious looks from nearby, which seemed extremely respectable to ordinary citizens.

George walked into the carriage and casually ordered:

"Go to Food Processing Plant No. 4."

"Okay, sir, please sit still."

The coachman nodded in greeting and then drove the carriage down the street.

With careful planning, the streets of Beifeng Castle have become spacious enough for four carriages to drive side by side, and there are even special carriage tracks for those with money to travel - it is said that this place will be converted into a public steam train in the future. Locomotive tracks, but no one could tell.

With the sound of wheels rubbing against steel, the carriage quickly arrived at its destination - Food Processing Plant No. 4.

With the driver's help, George got out of the carriage calmly and saw this familiar yet unfamiliar factory again.

But once he was just a worker as humble as dust, but now his identity and status are completely different. He is already a glorious "first-class citizen" and has half a foot in the circle of the upper class.