It had been more than a year since they last met, and Arthur's figure had become rounder and rounder. His loose brown suit was almost torn apart. Wearing a soft hat of the same color on his head, Arthur's posture was more relaxed than before.
In the Kingdom of Holm, whether the weather was hot or cold, the gentlemen would always wear formal suits, or suits, or hunting suits when they went out. The only difference was the thickness of their suits, but it was impossible to tell the season from their clothes.
Lucien thought to himself that the sorcerers' coats were all magic robes, and they could adjust the temperature and humidity automatically. It did not matter what kind of clothes they wore. However, if these sorcerers, who had not even reached the level of an official Knight, went to Gusta Empire, Brianne, or other places in the south, they would definitely pass out in the summer.
"Welcome back, Evans." Arthur put on a warm smile on his fat face.
After the cooperation between Mineral and Harvest Company, Lucien and Arthur were much closer to each other.
Lucien took off his black top hat and was about to give it to Leo when he smiled, "Arthur, I didn't expect that you would be the first one to visit me. I haven't told my other friends yet, but you already know."
"Evans, you don't need to take off your hat. His Highness invites you to a private party. Let's walk and talk. Hehe, in the past year, several different models of Jinkela have been promoted very well, and the income and profits are very high! "Arthur rubbed his hands excitedly.
Lucien stopped and asked in confusion, "What's the purpose of a private party?"
"It's a noble party organized by His Highness. The nobles in the party are very open-minded about sorcerers. After seeing the success of Jinkela, they all want to cooperate with sorcerers. Therefore, His Highness wants to invite you, Evans. They are very curious about you," Arthur explained briefly.
Then, Arthur seemed to think that Lucien and Arthur were close because of the benefits, so he thought that Lucien was just a sorcerer who did not know how to make friends. "Evans, this is a great opportunity for you to expand your network. Many of them were great nobles. In Renstadt, they had been operating for a long time in various counties and possessed a lot of resources. Although you are a mage and have a bright future ahead of you, there is no need to waste your time solving many problems. Once you establish a wide network of connections, a letter can solve many problems. "
"Besides, apart from having the strength of a Knight, these enlightened nobles are more or less connected to some senior-rank sorcerers. They will be of great help to you."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. Let's go now," Lucien agreed with a smile.
As a matter of fact, since Lucien had become the Lord of Storm's disciple, he did not need to rely on the nobles to communicate with senior-rank sorcerers. However, Prince Patrick was Natasha's uncle, and he had helped Lucien a lot in Mineral and Harvest Company. Prince Patrick even gave Lucien his shares in Holm Mining Union as a reward for Lucien's efforts in promoting environmental protection.
Also, getting to know the great nobles was indeed beneficial for Lucien's activities in the Kingdom of Holm. In the future, Lucien would have to rely on them to promote some of his alchemical products to the public. He did not have so much time and energy to do such things.
Besides, kidnapping the great nobles was a win-win situation for the people. It was a way to stabilize the foundation of the Congress of Magic and slowly weaken the Church. As the owner of the Congress of Magic, Lucien was more than happy to do so.
… …
The whistle was long, and the sound of the iron wheels hitting the track was getting faster and faster. The magic steam train was rolling forward fiercely and unstoppably.
"Although I've been on the train many times, I still can't help but feel shocked when I see the magic steam train running. It has shortened the distance between two cities a lot and brought incredible convenience. The magic steam train near the mines has also reduced our transportation cost to an unimaginable level. Evans, why doesn't the Congress of Magic cooperate with us to build the lines of the magic steam train? It's been years, and we still have less than ten lines! "Arthur Doyle looked at Lucien and complained bitterly.
Lucien chuckled, "Of course, the Congress of Magic would like to have such an important 'resource' in their own hands. The royal family must think so too." To build the lines in the Kingdom of Holm, the king had to be involved. Therefore, the royal family had shared a large part of the profits, which significantly increased their financial power.
"Resources? Right! From another point of view, the lines and the trains are indeed resources. " Arthur clicked his tongue, "It's a pity that His Majesty is in charge of this in person. Otherwise, the Mining Union would still have hope …" He seemed to be complaining about the king.
However, he soon calmed down and took out a kraft envelope and handed it to Lucien, "Evans, in the past year or so, because of the initial construction cost and the lack of promotion, there was no annuity. However, in the last eight months, after it was promoted in the kingdom, the income of Jinkela has exploded. This is your dividend. Hehe, you're a sorcerer, so your annuity from the shares is paid monthly. "
Lucien took over the envelope and opened it. Inside the envelope was a bright red booklet, which was neither thick nor thin. On the booklet, there were divine and magic marks.
"Thirteen thousand Quintal."
Considering that the train had just been promoted, the dividend of more than a thousand Quintal per month was already very generous. If he could get such strong support from the four countries, Lucien's estimated income of ten thousand Quintal per month would no longer be a dream. By then, as a senior-rank sorcerer, he would have no problem with the daily expenses of experiments and potions. At most, when he wanted to buy good equipment, do some high-cost experiments, or use some excellent potions, he would have to save some money in advance.
Therefore, it could be seen that senior-rank sorcerers were definitely born with money. Only a rich family like Count Count could afford to support a senior-rank sorcerer.
"Knowledge is wealth." Lucien sighed sincerely.
Arthur said confidently, "When the train is completely promoted and stabilized, I'm confident that you, Evans, can get five or six thousand Quintal per month in dividend."
As he said, he suddenly sighed, "It's a pity that many senior-rank sorcerers are envious of such a huge profit. There are senior-rank sorcerers in the other three countries who have developed new alchemical substances and set up companies with the nobles. Otherwise, the profit would be doubled."
Lucien had expected this. Money, a lot of money, a lot of money, was enough to drive people to unleash great power. Sooner or later, some senior-rank sorcerers would bypass his alchemical plan and synthesize a new type of "fertilizer", which was one of the driving forces for human progress.
Seeing that Arthur was looking at him with hope, Lucien smiled and comforted him, "We started earlier than them, and that's our biggest advantage." Now that the alchemical plans of those senior-rank sorcerers had passed the examination of the Congress of Magic, there was nothing that he could find fault with.
Development could not be stopped. As long as he could promote the expansion of the industry and let more farmers have a good harvest, it would be a good thing.
…
Renstadt, Hexagram Station.
Poc Beaver, the coachman of the royal family of Holm, was pacing back and forth on the platform excitedly. He glanced at the smooth and sharp buildings around him from time to time. Different from the architectural style of the whole Renstadt, these buildings had a sense of mystery and coldness.
As the number of magic steam trains increased, more and more platforms were built. Also, with the existence of the alchemical workshops in the suburbs, the Congress of Magic started to weaken the fog that covered the platforms. They were trying to let more people touch the products of alchemy and magic to eliminate the fear in people's hearts.
Because of the entanglement of interests, the nobles adopted an attitude of neither encouraging nor opposing this matter, and the isolated and helpless Church had no choice but to watch it happen.
Poc was different from most ordinary people who were a bit scared of sorcerers. When he heard about the legends of sorcerers, he did not envy those heroes and pastors. Instead, he wanted to become a powerful and terrifying sorcerer. However, until he reached middle age, he did not have any magic talent. Therefore, he could only continue his career as a coachman.
During the past ten years in the royal family, he had more or less met some sorcerers, but none of them could make him so excited.
"… The harvest of oats in the fields shocked me. Golden oats are everywhere … It's the first time that there's so much left after paying the lord's tax … That Jinkela thing is a bit expensive, but it's worth it. Finally, the kids at home don't have to starve anymore! You don't have to use your salary to subsidize the food! "
This was what his mother said to Poc when she came to visit from the village outside the city. The excitement and happiness left a deep impression on this farmer's son, and he was bursting with joy from the bottom of his heart. All of this was thanks to the noble sorcerer who invented Jinkela.
For the farmers at the bottom of the society, being able to eat and not starve was the greatest luxury! If they could save more money to build a better future for their kids, they would be blessed by the Lord!
"This is a real hero …" Polk said to himself as he tidied up his clothes when he saw the monster-like long train stop in front of him.
When the door of the train opened, Poc saw Mr. Arthur Doyle walking down from the train with a handsome young man in a double-breasted black suit. The monocle on the young man's left eye made him look gentlemanly.
"He's Mr. Evans? So young? Right, sorcerers all have potions that can keep them young! "
Poc walked a few steps forward and greeted the young man, "Nice to meet you. I'm Poc, the coachman sent by the prince. May I ask if you're Mr. Evans?" Even though Mr. Doyle was there, Poc still had to confirm the young man's identity.
"Yes." Lucien nodded slightly, and then he was surprised to see Poc kneeling down and kissing his clothes as if he was praying in a church.
"Thank you for bringing hope to the farmers."
Poc said with tears in his eyes.
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