Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

Hansel got up early the next day, washed and dressed up carefully, and after having breakfast with his family, he rushed to the public office of the intelligence department in the capital. He showed his ID, entered and found The office of your direct boss.

He knocked gently on the door, waited for "Please come in" from inside, pushed the door open, and greeted the intelligence officer who issued him a commission a few months ago: "Viscount Eden, long time no see."

The official who was immersed in a pile of documents raised his head and stared at Hansel for a long time, and finally asked: "Are you...?" Apparently, he couldn't remember the subordinate he had only met once.

Hansel felt angry, but he did not show it at all. He introduced himself with a smile: "Baron Hansel Abbott, I received the commission from you in the military camp in the Highlands a few months ago and went to Alda to serve as The position of Royal Commissioner.”

Viscount Aiden stirred his brain vigorously and finally regained some impression.

"Ah! It's Hansel." Mr. Viscount didn't feel embarrassed at all. The people who called him were basically the people left by Count Merlin who had no place to arrange them. Anyway, there are special liaison officers responsible for delivering the correspondence. What use is it for little people to bother remembering what they look like.

He remembered that he had casually sent the guy in front of him to that inhospitable place in the northwest bay. "Then, why did you return to the royal capital?" Viscount Aiden put on a serious expression. This boy didn't know how to do it. Is it because you can't stand the hardships in the northwest region, so you left your post without permission and came back to enjoy the blessings? Alas, today's young people need a good education.

"Uh-huh!" Hansel cleared his throat, took out a roll of paper, and placed it on Viscount Eden's desk. "Please take a look, sir."

Viscount Aiden unfolded the roll of paper curiously, and it turned out to be a grain handover certificate. Thinking of the instructions given to them by the royal family not long ago, he immediately understood.

"So? You have obtained food from the local lord?"

Hansel puffed up his chest and said: "Yes, sir! Although the quantity is not large, this is only the first batch. The lord of Alda, Count Paul Greiman, promised me that he will send more food in the future. And it’s free, it doesn’t cost us a single copper.”

Viscount Aiden nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, in this day and age, there are not many local lords so loyal to His Majesty the King. I understand, you go back first." After saying that, he put the handover certificate aside and continued. He buried his head in the official documents on the table.

After a while, he still didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing, so he raised his head strangely and found Hansel still standing there, as if waiting for something.

"Huh? Baron Abbott, what are you still doing here?"

Hansel, slightly disappointed, took out two letters and put them on the table and said: "There is one more thing I need to trouble you with. Here is a letter written by Count Greiman, Lord of Arda, to His Majesty the King, and one letter written by me to His Majesty the King. The letter written by His Majesty the King contains some suggestions about the northwest region. Please send it to the palace for me. "

Viscount Eden glanced at the letter on the table and said: "Okay, but His Majesty the King has so many things to do, I'm not sure he can spare the time to read your letter. Hansel, if there is nothing important, you can Hurry back to the Northwest Bay and continue to perform your duties as the royal commissioner. I am very busy here. "

"I obey your orders, Lord Viscount."

Hansel turned and left the office and closed the door. After walking a few steps in the corridor, he stopped, hesitating whether to go in again, but finally shook his head and left the building.

…

After finishing his business, Hansel hired a carriage and drove in the direction of Wangli Jingyao College. About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a tavern.

Hansel jumped out of the carriage, gave the driver a few coins, straightened his clothes and walked into the tavern. He looked around and found a familiar figure in the corner, so he walked to the bar and said, "A glass of rum."

The tavern owner stared at him without moving. Just when Hansel was getting a little impatient, the owner spoke: "Guest, please show your identification and receipt."

"What do you mean? You need identification and a receipt to drink a glass of wine?" Hansel was confused. Could it be that after the warehouse was burned down, the capital's alertness was so high?

A voice came from behind: "Boss, my friend just came back from out of town. He doesn't know about the recent alcohol prohibition. Give him a glass of apple juice."

Hansel turned around and saw the acquaintance sitting in the corner. He opened his arms and said enthusiastically: "Bernard, it's been so long!"

Hansel's old classmate, Baron Bernard Francis, also opened his arms and hugged him, "Yes, I didn't know where you were for the past few months. I didn't know until Tommen came to send a message this morning. You went to the northwest to become a royal commissioner."

The two of them walked to the table in the corner and sat down. Hansel asked strangely: "What is the prohibition on alcohol you just mentioned?"

Bernard waved his hand: "Forget it, isn't there a food shortage recently? His Majesty the King issued an order to strictly restrict the brewing of various types of wine. Nobles can only drink half a liter of wine a day, and commoners can only drink one liter of wine a week, and no Don’t drink it at banquets or public places. I’m warning you, don’t break the ban. This time it’s no joke. Several unlucky guys have been caught and fined heavily.”

"Okay!" Hansel reluctantly drank the apple juice handed over by the boss, "Then I will use this to quench my thirst first."

Bernard asked the juice in his cup and asked, "Did you be transferred back to the king's capital this time?"

"No! I will return to the Northwest Bay in a few days."

"Oh! Unfortunately!" Bernard raised the glass to Hamsell to show sympathy.

Hansel continued: "Actually, I asked you this time, in addition to wanting to narrate the old love, there is one more thing."

"Huh? What?"

Hansele organized a language and said, "Now there is an opportunity to change your destiny. I don't know if you want to catch it."

"What opportunities?" The friend in front of him just asked casually, and then raised the cup to drink fruit juice.

"Are you willing to go to the Northwest Bay with me?"

"Cough -Keke!" Bernard was stunned by a juice and coughed fiercely.

Hanser quickly helped him back, and it took a while to calm down.

"Cough -Are you joking?" Bernard asked Hansy in doubt that it was equivalent to being distributed in that place, why do you pull your good friend into the fire pit?

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Hanser put on a serious expression: "Bernard, I'm definitely not a joke. I just came back in Northwest Bay just now. I know the land there, I know the people there, I know the lord there, where the lord there is definitely not the king capital there is definitely not the capital of the capital. Poor mountains and waters spread in the aristocracy circle. "

He stared at Bernard's eyes and said, "but a rich place that is rich, to be reclaimed, and will be golden in the future."

Bernard blinked his eyes and said, "Hanssel, you know that these gorgeous and empty words can't move me."

Hanser sat down with his buttocks, "Okay, Bernard. Tell you the truth, there is a place called Alida there. The local lord hopes to vigorously develop the industries within his own territory and improve the materials including food and iron The output, but he lacks a variety of talents, and the most urgent need is to recognize and understand arithmetic.

Bernhamm's chin seemed to understand the intention of his friend.

Hanssel continued: "You know, food and iron are the most important materials in the war. Once their output is improved and it is continuously provided to the king. of."

Bernard nodded: "You said very well, but can this must be successful? Every lord wants his territory to become more and more prosperous, but you have never heard of which territory can be in just a few times I got rich during the year. "

"Any investment is risky. How can I know the results?"

Then he introduced the agricultural development plan of Alida to Bernard, telling the various measures taken by Paul in the territory, such as the annihilation of the pirates and the strict decree, emphasizing that the current Alda is already in an orderly manner, not like people used to the Northwest to Northwest China The description of the bay is like pirates and bandits everywhere.

He finally said, "Think about it, Bernard, you are almost thirty years old, and he is still a book copy in the college. How much can you receive in one month? The road is getting narrower. This is like this. Although the size of the town there is a little bit, the neatness is not worse than that of the king, but it is very suitable for living. Low."

Hanser's words poked Bernard's pain, and he started to consider it carefully.

Hamsell hit the iron while it was hot: "Low -level nobles like us are everywhere, and what about the northwest? There are very few nobles there. You walk on the street to the surrounding civilians. Our knowledge and talents can definitely occupy a place there. "

After thinking before, Bernabe finally said, "I have to go back to think about your suggestion and give you a reply."

Hanseer held his hand: "Good friends, think about it carefully. In addition, let's talk to the people you know, especially those who are dissatisfied with the status quo, including civilians, if you have intention, if you have intention, Let them come to me. "

Bernard nodded, "Okay, Hanssel! I will answer you the day after tomorrow!"

Hansel raised the cup: "Toast! My friend, I really hope that we have enough food to make wine, so that there is no need to use the damn fruit juice to replace it."

Two cups touched together, "Toast! I hope you can come true."