Although Wilson understood the principle of destroying people's jobs, there was no Englishman who did not want to be the owner of a champion horse.
He complained, "You're already the owner of two champion horses. Of course, you don't care. Also, don't forget that some people scolded you and Abigail in the media some time ago."
Hearing this, William's face darkened. This was the first time he was publicly scolded, and thousands of people scolded him together.
In the past few years, because his England Electricity Company had been reducing prices, the market share of the other two power companies had been shrinking, and many employees had been forced to lay off.
These laid off power workers pulled in people from several other industries who were laid off and scolded William and Abigail in the media for losing their jobs, but not providing more jobs.
There was also the external injury self-healing equipment, which forced many professional private sports clinics to close down. There was even a medical school now discussing whether to merge sports surgery, which had only become popular in the past ten years, into other disciplines so that the school could not recruit students.
Fortunately, sports injuries that used to take a month, half a year, or even a year to recover now only took a day or a few days.
This made the technical players not afraid of injury as if they had encountered a blessing. The trend of football was actually developing towards technical players.
The better football was played, the more spectators it could attract. The more popular the football market was, the more related benefits there would be. No one cared about the protests of the sports surgeons.
In addition, the higher the power, the smaller and lighter batteries were, which caused more and more battery industries in other countries to suffer heavy losses.
Everyone thought that if William really went all out, he, who could even build a spaceship, could really destroy the manufacturing industry in England or other countries.
When he thought of William controlling most of the manufacturing industry in England, Wilson could not help but shudder.
William, a capitalist, might have a little kindness, but there was no good and evil in capital.
"If it weren't for the fact that I don't want to make most people lose their jobs," Wei squinted and said, "With the technology in the hands of those idiots in England, I can easily squeeze an industry into bankruptcy."
"Don't mess around, man." Wilson's worried voice trembled. The more money he had, the more Wilson was worried about the instability of the market.
The more prosperous the market was, the easier it would be for him to sell his jewelry and the gold he was about to earn from Saul.
Hazel, who was beside William, hugged his arm tightly. Her face was flushed with excitement. Like the other beauties, she stared at William with blurred eyes.
To them, as long as the soccer market was prosperous, the other industries had nothing to do with them.
"There's a sunbathing pool on the third deck. Since the sun is still up, why don't we do some healthy activities and prepare dinner for everyone?"
Hazel hugged William's arm and moved it around without thinking. "You're in charge now."
"Don't disturb me," William said to Wilson, who was relieved that William had changed the topic and understood that he would not mess up the market. William then brought Hazel up to the upper deck of the yacht under the dissatisfied and longing gazes of the other ladies.
He cast a Mute Spell around the sunbathing pool and worked out with Hazel for about an hour.
Only then did he send Hazel, who was exhausted from working out, back to the cabin in high spirits. He went to the yacht's kitchen alone, intending to make some simple dinner.
During this time, the first person who had finished cultivating began to wake up. After chanting the spell, a weak light lit up in his hand. The others who had closed their eyes woke up one by one.
Holy light lit up from their hands one after another. A bright smile appeared on Strauss's wrinkled face. "Since all of you have cultivated the Holy Light, then I'll apply to you.
His Holiness Devonshire to approve you to join the Knights of Holy Light. At the same time, I'll also fight for the Holy Light Magic Ring for you. "
Looking at the deer head rings on Strauss, John Wick, Siman, and Hennessy's hands, whether there were people who had cultivated the Holy Light or not, all of them showed an expectant and envious gaze.
Strauss slowly knelt on the ground and began to pray in a low voice.
After receiving Sunday's notice, William, who was processing the ingredients, thought about it and gave up the idea of giving out the rings directly. If it was too simple, it would be worthless.
Now it was different from when the Knights of Holy Light was first established. In the beginning, he had to come up with attractive things to attract talents. Now, he needed these preparatory knights to prove themselves before they were eligible to receive magic items.
Otherwise, if people with and without merit received the same rewards, they would be desperate. However, he couldn't do nothing.
After scanning his surroundings with his mental power and confirming that no one was around, a flame appeared in front of him in an instant. Then dozens of gold coins appeared in the flame, melted, transformed, and turned into hundreds of rings.
Ten seconds later, the hundreds of Holy Light rings that were still radiating heat appeared in front of the ascetics without any warning.
Then a voice came into everyone's ears. "If you want to join the Knights of Holy Light, there is only one trial task for everyone, and that is to kill the devil to prove yourself.
Today, in the city of Rome, there are plenty of devils waiting for you.
Whether you can get these Holy Light Rings in the Temple of the Light Elves depends on you. "
Looking at the densely packed magic rings, everyone's eyes were burning, but at the same time, they put down the worries in their hearts.
Hundreds of rings were enough for the people present to distribute twice. There wouldn't be a situation where the weak ones couldn't get the reward.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Strauss waited for five or six seconds. Seeing that William didn't say anything else, he respectfully led everyone to bow their heads and salute.
Then he smiled and said to everyone, "You all heard it. Not only do you need to train, those of us who have already obtained the rings.
Except for John Wick, who has already expelled the Claw Demon, everyone has to let His Majesty believe that none of us are trash. "
After saying that, Strauss didn't look at the hooded ascetics. Instead, he looked at the fat Hennessy and Siman, who looked more like a professor than an ascetic.
"We will listen to your orders, Sir Strauss." Siman and Hennessy nodded in agreement, somewhat embarrassed.
Of course, the two of them knew what kind of people the ascetics who came here today were. If the two of them were civilian staff,
If they were civil servants, then the ascetics who appeared here today were a group of elite soldiers who were responsible for fighting.
Although it was a bit difficult for them to kill the demons, they had no choice but to agree.
Otherwise, even if the others didn't say it, they would definitely look down on the two of them in their hearts.
Moreover, even Strauss, who had already killed the Claw Demon, didn't count himself in, so the two of them were even less qualified to be long-winded.
"Check your equipment. Those who need it, go to the equipment warehouse to resupply. Then, let's start hunting, children."
Strauss said with a smile, "In the past, even if you didn't obtain the blessing of the Holy Light, you could cooperate with the Stonewing Monster or kill those demons by yourself. Isn't everything easier now?"
John Wick, who was about to remind everyone that the 'Feng' rune could kill the demons, didn't say anything. He saw these ascetics in linen hooded robes reveal cold weapons from their linen robes, or all kinds of pistols engraved with dense runes.
Damn, John Wick immediately began to break out in cold sweat. He didn't expect that these seemingly serious, steady, and calm ascetics were a group of sharp blades that disguised themselves.
Especially a big black man with two revolvers engraved with runes in his hands. After taking off his linen robe, he revealed muscles that couldn't be hidden by clothes.
There was also the bullet belt buckled on his waist that was full of revolver clips.
What surprised him the most was that the big black man's weapon was a Remington wheel, a weapon from hundreds of years ago.
Seeing John Wick looking at him, the big black man revealed his especially obvious white teeth. He put the two revolvers back into the holsters on his waist and stepped forward to extend his hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Wick. My name is Roland."
"Hello, Roland." John Wick didn't care that the big black man didn't say his surname.
During this period of time, John also learned from Hennessy that some of the ascetics in charge of combat rarely said their full names, in case the demons used their names to find their hiding places.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have given Hennessy the nickname of Wine Brand.
Seeing that John was looking at his revolvers from time to time, Roland smiled and waved his hand, "Sorry, these two guns are my lifeblood. I can only tell you that they are a pair of Remington wheels from 130 years ago.
There have been five great demon hunters who have used them. I am the sixth generation, and the demons who died under these two weapons, my family's record is eleven.
But the Church only recorded seven. As for dark creatures like werewolves and vampires, there's nothing much to say, so I won't mention them. "
"Come on, Roland." Hennessy, who was assigned to John Wick as a mentor or assistant, laughed and said, "Everyone knows that your father was a great man who killed five demons in his life.
But for your ancestors before your father, we want to believe, but it can't be proven. "
"Five?" After John Wick heard this, he said respectfully, "So you're already a demon hunter with a record? And you even killed two of them? "
"No, no, ever since I received these two great weapons, I didn't just kill two Evil Demons, but three. It's a pity that I killed that Winged Demon two years after I debuted, so there's no way to prove it, and …"
Roland looked around and whispered, "And I'm different from those guys who were stationed in Rome.
They were all vassals of the Stonewing Monster, and the work they did was to follow behind the Stonewing Monster.
But I'm different, I'm a lone ranger. If it weren't for the miniaturization of the camera equipment over the years, even the two recorded ones wouldn't be able to prove it. "
When John Wick looked at Roland in a daze, William, who heard this, said to Sunday, "Is there a record of this big black guy?"
"Yes, sir." Sunday immediately pulled up Roland's information, "Roland Deshan, born in a family of monster hunters.
Rumor has it that his ancestor was once possessed by a demon, and after accidentally killing the priest who saved him, the people of this family have been attached to the church and began to hunt dark creatures for a living.
In the past three years, he has received 1,850 great gold coins from the missions you issued to hunt werewolves. "
"One thousand eight hundred and fifty. That's thirty-seven werewolves?"
Roland killed so many werewolves that it immediately aroused William's good impression of him. He even thought for a moment, if the super soldier experiment was successful.
Would he also include this big black guy in the plan?
"Roland uses a gun, so his marksmanship must be very good, right?"
"Perhaps it can't be described as good, sir."
Under Sunday's reminder, William took out the smart glasses from his storage space and put them on. He saw the video that Roland deliberately took when he was hunting werewolves.
Before watching the video, William said with a strange expression, "Every time this guy carries out a mission, he takes a video of himself?"
"Yes, sir. It's probably because his ancestor's achievements have been denied, and he has also suffered in this aspect.
Although Roland has a lot of small problems and doesn't care much about his personal reputation, he is very concerned about whether his surname can be engraved on the holy monument.
So although he was targeted by dark creatures before, he never changed this habit. "
William asked with some surprise, "He has served the Church of Light for several generations, and has clearly killed demons and who knows how many dark creatures he has killed. This is not qualified to be on the merit monument?"
He immediately understood that Roland was a big black guy, and if not, he probably wouldn't have joined the Ascetic Training Group, let alone a group like the Knights of Holy Light, which in the eyes of modern people was a little chuunibyou.
As soon as the video started, it was pitch-black, and from time to time, six balls of gunfire appeared in the shaking screen. In the distance, a werewolf running at full speed had six balls of blood flying out of its head and chest. Then, as if it had tripped on a stone, it rolled a few meters on the ground and stopped moving.
Then, a few clicking sounds were heard. William, who was a gun expert himself, could easily tell that it was the sound of bullets being loaded.
Then, there were six more gunshots in the video. To ordinary people, it was only two gunshots. Two werewolves that rushed toward Roland were instantly killed.
William silently recalled for a moment, and said with some surprise, "This guy opened fire, loaded six bullets, and then opened fire again. He killed three werewolves in less than two seconds. Not only is his hand speed fast, but he's also very accurate."
Then, he wondered, "Since he's so good at guns, why did he only kill 37 werewolves in three years?"
"Sir, you have to understand that werewolves are now probably the most secretive dark race in the world.
Those who didn't hide well and exposed their tracks and flaws were killed by demon hunters all over the world.
Otherwise, after killing the demon hunters, I'll send drones to kill them when I catch them. "
Well, in the past few years, he seemed to have only paid close to 50,000 gold coins. If each werewolf was paid 50 gold coins as a reward, that would be close to a thousand werewolves killed.
So, if he continued this hunting mission, he would have to pay a higher price?
50,000 gold coins would only be 100 million US dollars. William didn't even think about it before he ordered, "Tell the organization that issued the mission that the reward will be doubled."
"Sir, I have to remind you that in the past three years, the incident of deliberately capturing werewolves to create more werewolves has been on the rise.
Although I reported it to the mission issuing organization to clean it up after I found out, the reward for killing werewolves has been doubled. You'd better also issue a mission to hunt down those who deliberately created werewolves. "
Ha, this was the root of human weakness. As long as the issued mission was still there, this kind of thing could not be avoided. Even if he issued a mission to hunt down those who created werewolves.
Then, someone would turn their attention to this matter.
However, William only sighed a few times and ordered Sunday to do it.
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