Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Yes to frown. "

Karas knew that the Ellowyn royal family regarded offal as inferior food, but because Olin had been working outside for a long time, he liked this kind of meat that was easy to obtain.

"I also want to eat quail liver..." Callas rubbed his hands, "I have never eaten it."

Olin snapped his fingers, and a puppet hurriedly and carefully entered the reception room. After listening to Olin's request, he frowned and responded in a low voice. Embarrassment flashed across Olin's face, and the puppet left.It was not long before a plate of liver and cream on bread was brought to the table.

"There are no quail livers, I'm really sorry..." Olin smiled wryly, "I forgot to ask them to prepare quail. Would you like some butter?"

"I want..." Callas held out his fork.

"Please."

The chicken liver was made in two servings, one was lo mei and the other was deep fried.Callas forked a piece of fried one and put it in his mouth.

"Speaking of which, why do you suddenly remember the posthumous work of the former prime minister?"

Karas surprised even himself by throwing his question out of nowhere.

This question is extremely heavy. It should appear in the emperor's court and the duel venue, but it should never be an afternoon tea party where two people chat casually.

Olin waved his hand, and a beautifully carved footstool floated between them. He put his tail on it and picked up his wine glass, as if he had completely forgotten about the chicken liver.

"In short, I want 'something'. "Olin had a drink in his mouth and made a vague voice, as if this would make the treacherous words less criminal, "I don't always have this thought, but occasionally I suddenly want "something".I don't understand what it is, but I know very well that there will be answers in what I resist, such as Al Gore's writings. "

Callas wiped his hands, hugged Orin's tail to his lap, and spread a napkin on top.

As if Orin's tail would dine with him.Callas dipped the liver in the cream and continued eating.Now that the abnormal phenomenon has occurred, simply let nature take its course.

"Why is the answer in what you resist?" Callas asked.

Olin patted the golden book: "I don't want to change. And the change is in the things I resist. If I become like Al Gore, maybe I can do things that I can't do now."

Callas's brain turned rapidly, what did the founding prime minister do?

When Gore is mentioned in history books, there are always these three things: he accompanied the queen to establish the empire, created the basic original magic system, and opposed the eldest son Ain's ascension to the throne.

Callas had some clues in his heart, even though everything was going in a bad direction and never returned.

"It's not resisting, but adapting to the changes in life..." Callas looked at the cream and said softly, "If becoming the prime minister is a prerequisite for fulfilling certain wishes."

Olin lowered his eyes: "No, I don't want to be the Prime Minister, but Gore has some magic that can quickly materialize energy. These magics were originally prepared to be used as supplies for my mother's founding war. I want to use this magic to create property. ...

If you have property, maybe you don't have to worry so much now.But property is not a beacon that can guide the industry forward, so it is still wrong. "

"If you have property, what do you want?" Callas asked.

Olin replied without hesitation: "Ideally, of course I want a country. I didn't want a country, I didn't want to be a monarch, I didn't want to be tired of everything beyond my ability and then bear the doomed end."

Callas felt that his poor lover had suddenly fallen ill.And the cause of the disease is closely related to him.

"But now you want..." Karas put down the food, he couldn't eat any more.

"I know, I want you more..." Olin shook his tail, as if he had finished lunch with Karas, "To welcome a god, such a small territory is not enough. To welcome a god requires a country , just like welcoming unicorns and mermaids requires a hometown without hatred. For a place without hatred, I have to endure nausea and do things I resisted before."

Callas suddenly understood the source of the heaviness, what was on his lover's mind.

"You, it may be a bit difficult, but think about it the other way around. The unicorn, the mermaid, and the black-faced cat Karas didn't welcome a prince's guard of honor. Wasn't it also very happy at that time?"

Olin raised his cup and shook it: "Yes, happiness. Happiness is a process of a period of time. Think about the lessons history has taught us. Separation, always separation. After so many mistakes, I don't want to be separated from you again."

Karas touched the tail on his leg, and the tail shook in his palm, and the scales touched each other, making a rustling sound.Wonderful thoughts flashed through Karas's mind, and he picked up the dinner plate again.

"That, that's something I have to think about..." Callas forked a piece of chicken liver and stuffed it into the cream, "How to find an undisturbed planet for us in the nothingness, and live there forever. If you don't want to, you can choose a country on this planet, and it is the responsibility of the gods to install the monarch."

Olin's hand shook, and the wine oscillated accordingly, flashing bright jewel-like colors.

"Forget it, it's a hassle. Running a country is hard work. I can go on with it."

Karas lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief.The way to dismiss an outrageous idea is to come up with an even more outrageous one.But love itself should not be heavy.

Karas hugged Olin's tail, leaned forward, and passed the chicken liver dipped in butter: "Try my way of eating."

Orin put down his wine glass and let Karas feed the chicken liver into his mouth.

"How about it?"

"It's novelty, as expected of you..." Olin ate the chicken liver, "Speaking of which, I thought too far. I can't ask for a country. This is wrong. Actually, what I thought at first was...

How to make the territory have a healthy income, that's all.Who knew that he would go to the country all of a sudden.It is outrageous to use one mistake to correct another mistake. "

Callas touched Olin: "This is not a mistake. After all, we didn't even think about what problem we were trying to solve. If we only need to generate income from the territory, it would be much simpler.

Apply to His Majesty for the right to operate more transportation, and there are many transportations to the imperial city that are more suitable to pass through Halloni.I'll tell you slowly..."

Karas knew very well that Ellowyn's transportation still had a lot of room for improvement.He drew a map on the tablecloth with liquor, and sorted out twenty transportation routes and corresponding products.Most of these routes were unexpected by officials.

"Okay..." Olin looked at the tablecloth, lost in thought, "Are you interested in operating these routes?"

"What?" Callas couldn't believe his ears.

"Don't worry, what I mean is..." Olin raised his chin, "I'm exhausted by puppets and magic crafts, and I don't have the energy to operate these routes. Since you think clearly, and you have a transport team. Then it must be better for you to run it with your monsters or the magicians of Settrum. How about it?"

Callas was stunned, he had a transportation system before he got the god position.Olin's proposal is also quite feasible: Ain will most likely approve the opening of these more efficient transportation routes, and the price of vegetables in the Imperial City may be reduced as a result;

There is still unused wasteland in Halloni that can be developed into warehouses and post stations, fully enough to accommodate the porters brought by these trade routes.

Callas thought about it again, it might not be that simple: "Huh? Are you trying to increase my income?"

"How could it be so cheap for you..." Olin smiled, "I will charge tolls."

"Okay..." Callas rubbed Olin's tail, "I want half the tax rate."

"make a deal."

Callas held up the silver fork with the chicken liver on it.Olin's expression also stretched, and he raised his glass happily.The small silver fork collided with the cup, and the chicken liver fell into the cup with a "click".

"Oh..." Callas smiled awkwardly, "I haven't added cream yet."

Orin laughed too, and swallowed the wine and the chicken liver together.After that, he picked up the golden book and threw it outside the door, and a puppet hurriedly caught it, lest the relics of the previous dynasty would be dusted.

The stone in Callas' heart also fell to the ground, and his lover can maintain the status quo and not become the person they both hate.

Perhaps this is the duty of the gods. The gods need to guide people and find the way forward.

190. Chapter 190

There was snow outside the window, the amount of snow was a little romantic, but not enough to hinder the operation of the city.

Orin was lying on the couch with his tail drooping, and the burning crystals in the stove beside him made a faint but crisp sound, like an egg roll being skillfully snapped off.

Orin was wearing a fur cloak, looking at Halloni's financial report for the month and lost in thought.This thought was far away but familiar, because he was also in the same mood in the few days after he was admitted to the public office of a magic craftsman: relaxed, grateful, and a little annoyed because of his incompetence and taking a detour.

Ain approved seven trade routes from other places into Roseburg in April, and the transit points were all at Halloni.

In May, Halloni built facilities sufficient to accommodate the newly added business travellers, including post stations, warehouses and hotels.

In September, the new taxes and business travel income evened out the construction costs in May, and the prices of some materials in the imperial city also decreased accordingly.

Space God's suggestion is effective, the policy is used reasonably, and the return on investment period is short.

"Um……"

Olin put down the financial report and let out a sigh of relief. He sighed for the limitations of his own thinking, and he also sighed for not having a suitable staff.

At the same time, he is also very convinced that no one can give this advice except the God of Time and Space: Consider him