Warhammer Wizard

A moment later, Mrs. Eliza personally escorted Ren and Viola out. At present, they got into the car and drove out of the gate of Marlinger Manor under the protection of a team of Ultramarines until they disappeared into the night, her face His smile faded suddenly, and his eyes were anxious and frightened.

In the car, Viola stared intently at Ren.

"What exactly was written on that letter?"

She was both happy and curious. When Ren took out the letter, Mrs. Eliza's attitude turned sharply, and in a blink of an eye, her brows turned from high to low to pleasing to the eye. Even when Renn asked to abdicate, she did not refuse, but only begged for a few days of grace to give her time to consider.

Viola was very puzzled that a piece of paper could have such a powerful power.

Ren smiled, "Actually, it's not a letter, but a reminder."

"Dunning slip?" Viola was even more confused, "Where did the dunning slip come from, and who wrote it?"

"It was sent from the province of Mortinweiss." Ren replied: "The person who wrote this letter is the vice president of Clio of the local mechanical union."

Viola's eyes lit up, "Is this related to the territory of the Marquis of Sinadallo?"

"Yes."

Ren nodded with a smile, and then explained in a low voice.

That night he heard Viola tell about Madame Eliza's background, her husband Marquis Sinadalore was a wolf school witcher, so he immediately sent Tyrian to Jubilee Mountain City to find Master Roger. Sure enough, Roger and the Marquis of Sinadallo knew each other, and they had a good relationship. They fought side by side to hunt monsters many years ago, and learned some inside information from the other party.

Marquis of Sinadallo pursued breaking through the holy rank wholeheartedly, but had no intention of managing his own territory. After marrying Eliza, he handed over the territory to her to manage, and he often broke into the abyss for many years without returning.

But Mrs. Eliza is not good at business, let alone care.

She didn't want to live in the desolate and uninteresting Mortinweiss. She lived in Northrael as a high-ranking official. She spent a lot of money to buy the luxurious Marinko Manor. When her husband left, she spent all day in the upper class of the imperial capital. The teleportation array in the manor has not been used a few times a year.

Maintaining such a large manor, salon and pomp, the monthly expenses are staggering.

Moreover, Eliza's promotion to the holy rank has almost emptied the wealth accumulated by the Marquis family for many years, and Marquis Sinadallo's own expenses are also quite large, and he is used to spending a lot of money.

Both husband and wife can't make money, they only spend money.

The territory is also neglected, and the members of the family and the servants also have their own way. Fortunately, Marquis Sinadallo's territory is rich in mineral deposits, and they can dig money directly from the ground, so that they will not go bankrupt directly.

After decades of being unable to make ends meet, the Sinadallo family was gradually unable to maintain their means and began to borrow money.

The first thing they thought of was the Steam and Machinery Union.

Since the rise of the mechanical union in the mining industry of the empire, various mechanical equipment has quickly eliminated the previous inefficient and high-cost manual mining methods. Mechanical equipment has greatly improved mining efficiency, while reducing costs and risks, and almost monopolized the industry. From mining to transportation, smelting, and casting, mechanical unions are inseparable.

So the Sinadallo family mortgaged part of the mine to the Steam and Mechanical Union, and used the ore produced every year to repay the money to continue to maintain a decent life.

They have been doing this for over thirty years.

Exactly the next day, the vice-chairman of the Mechanics Union in Northrael came to visit.

This vice-chairman is called "Belissalius Karl". He is the only holy-rank mechanic of the Mechanical Union. His reputation is far above Akland in Modu. Second only to the mysterious president who created the Mechanical Union.

Ren had been working closely with the Mechanics Union in the past few years. When he asked a little, Belisariu immediately went back to send someone to inquire, and that night he sent the information from the province of Mortinweis.

After reading the information, Ren had only one thought in his heart:

"The prodigal son married a prodigal woman!"

Up to now, the Marquis of Sinadalo and his wife have owed more than 10 million gold shields to the mechanical union, and half of the mines in the territory have been mortgaged.

This is already equal to one-tenth of the debt of Wezeland Floating Void City.

Wezeland is the expense of hundreds of wizards, and only 100 million gold shields are owed after five or six hundred years plus interest. There are only two people in the Marquis of Sinaldaro, and they owe 10 million gold shields in only 30 years. It's faster than Weizeland, I really don't know where the money is going.

As long as she seizes this weakness, Mrs. Eliza is almost unable to resist and ask for anything.

So there is this dunning note.

There is also a statement attached to it, that the Mechanics Union has not received the due arrears before the end of the year, and will not only confiscate half of the Sinadalo family's mines, but will also withdraw machinery and equipment from the other half of the mines, terminating the relationship with Sinadar. All the cooperation of the Luo family.

This simply cost the Sinadallo family's life.

Not to mention the loss of half of the mines, the remaining half is worthless without mechanical equipment. Even if we return to the outdated manual mining methods of the past, we cannot compete with other mines in terms of cost and efficiency.

The more you dig, the more you lose.

This dunning slip was Renn's ultimate weapon to deal with Mrs. Eliza. He didn't plan to use it at first. After discovering the followers of the evil **** in the salon, he used the threat of reporting as a test.

Mrs. Eliza's attitude was unexpectedly tough.

Ren guessed her confidence, and she should really be ignorant of the followers of the Heretic God. The connections she has managed in Northrael over the years, spending money to manage her is enough to exonerate her.

Then he decisively took out the payment slip.

The effect is immediate.

Without the mines, there would be no money, and the territory would be in jeopardy. The governor of the Motinweis province has always regarded the Marquis of Sinadallo family as a thorn in his side, and he is always thinking about the acquisition of this noble territory, which occupies one-fifth of the province. Returning to the Empire, I will definitely not miss such a good opportunity.

It is difficult to keep the title of Marquis of Sinadallo, and Eliza can no longer be a Marquise.

The image of the noble lady she established in Northrael for so many years was instantly shattered, and she must become a laughing stock in the imperial capital.

This is the most terrifying thing for Eliza, who is nostalgic for the upper class life.

Without money, I can't live that kind of drunken life again.

If Ren was a little more ruthless, he still had to report the matter of the followers of the evil **** to the Justice Church. Mrs. Eliza didn't have the money to make a relationship. It would be good for those people if they didn't fall into the trap, and they would almost certainly not be able to get out of their guilt.

So, when Eliza saw the payment slip, she immediately softened and became embarrassed.

Viola was overwhelmed with emotion after hearing this.

"Mrs Eliza has a great reputation in Northrael, everyone thinks about her the same, beautiful, rich, generous, she is a real noble lady, living an enviable life, I didn't expect that behind the scenes It's so unbearable..."

Ren shook his head and smiled and said, "It's like people drink water and know their coldness and warmth. Only they know their affairs best, so how can others know?"

"Yeah." Viola sighed.

Mrs. Eliza's original image in her eyes completely collapsed. She fought hard for several years and was unable to fight back. Once Ren came to the imperial capital, it was resolved within a few years.

The unattainable Pope's throne is already within reach, making her feel like a dream.

"Ren, you are so amazing!"

Viola was truly amazed, and finally got a real grasp of Renn's powerful means, and solved seemingly unsolvable problems without fighting.

Seeing the admiration in the half-elf's eyes, Ren felt proud.

He joked: "Everyone has their own weakness. It's like a man's egg. As long as you hold on tight, you can make a man obey. The key is to find this weakness."

Viola blushed slightly.

She glanced at the driver driving in front and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Then what about your weakness?"

"You are my weakness." Ren replied seriously.

"what!"

Viola was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant. She was moved in her heart. She nodded lightly, snuggled into Ren's arms, and said solemnly, "I will try my best to keep up with your footsteps, and I will never do it again in the future. It is your weakness, and it will become your armor."

Ren nodded silently, hugged her gently and didn't speak.

The car was quiet for a few seconds.

He suddenly said to the driver in front, "When are you going to eavesdrop on us, Elder Cronomancer?"

Viola suddenly sat up and stared at the driver who was driving.

She has hired this driver for several years. A middle-aged man in his forties, he was originally a second-level extraordinary person. He has a calm personality and a very experienced driving skills. Ren also confirmed that he was fine when he was screened a few days ago.

In fact, every time she got into the car, she would secretly check if the driver had any problems.

I checked it just now.

Unexpectedly, she was mistaken. Obviously, the driver who was driving had been replaced, but after careful observation, she still could not see through the disguise.

The driver continued to drive and said without looking back, "Speaker Ren has good eyesight, please rest assured, I have no ill intentions."

"I know."

Ren reached out and touched Viola's back, let her relax, and said lightly: "If the elder got into the car with an unfavorable idea, I'm afraid he would be dead by now."

When he got into the car from the manor, he found that the driver was deformed by someone else.

Crono Manser was a little surprised, "You already knew that?"

"I've been waiting for the elder for a long time." Ren hugged Viola, lying comfortably on the back of the back row, and said, "I thought the elder would meet me at the salon, but it's not too late, a It is also an honor for Elder Nether to drive for me."

Hearing this, Krono Manser couldn't help but look up at Ren in the rearview mirror.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"This shouldn't be asked of me." Ren shook his head gently and asked, "What does the elder want?"

Crono Manser, who transformed into an ordinary face, was silent, just like a real driver, driving the car on the road. It wasn't until half a minute later that he replied, "I want to Nether the floating city."

The corners of Ren's mouth rose, revealing a faint smile.

It was not what he expected.

As early as when he first saw Cronormanther, the Eye of Soul noticed that he was not hostile to himself, and his attitude was completely different from that of other elders.

That day, I made the blood oath of the three gods, clearly stating that I had no intention of invading Nether, and witnessed by the three gods, Crono Manser's reaction was actually bigger than that of Buoyangsi, and his emotions fluctuated violently, but it was completely invisible on the surface. .

Even without the eye of the soul, the thoughts of this Elder Nether can be easily guessed.

He is not yet three hundred years old, he has mastered two ninth-level spells, he is only one step away from the Holy Soul Wizard, and he has great hopes. When Master Ogulevi was still there, he certainly did not dare to have any extravagant hopes. Even if he was promoted, he could only establish his own door like the Duke of Redstone and go out to build his own floating city.

Now that Master Ogrevi is missing, Nether has become an ownerless thing.

How could Crono Manser not be tempted?

The Duke of Redstone claimed to have the collective support of the Netherite Elders, and there must be some water in his words. If you want to find one of the most reluctant elders, it must be Kronor Manser, but because of the prestige and strength of the Duke of Redstone, he dare not show it.

This is an excellent opportunity to dismantle Elder Netherite's support for the Duke of Redstone from within.

Ren said sternly: "The Nether Floating City belongs to the Nether wizards. This is my view all the time, and it has never changed."

Cronomancer's eyes brightened, "I believe you."

The blood oath of the three gods is no joke. I had no idea before, and I can't have it in the future. Otherwise, the oath will be violated, and the soul will be driven into the bottomless abyss by the three gods.

Ren smiled.

"If the elder is promoted to the Holy Spirit and takes charge of the Nether Floating City, I'd be happy to see it." His words made Crono Manser's hands tremble, and his driving was a little unsteady.

The Netherite elders have long seen that, whether it is the supervision team or the Modu faction, Ren has a huge right to speak, and Ren is the one who can really decide the ownership of the Nether floating city, and his influence is higher than that of the consulship. Neus, even as far away as the Duke of Redstone at Pallas.

That's what Crono Manser was waiting for.

Ren continued: "But it's not up to me to decide who is in charge of Nether, and the elders have to work hard for it."

"Naturally." Crono Manser nodded, his mind turned sharply.

He is now a little bit closer to being promoted to the Holy Soul, three years sooner or decades later, and he is not sure when he will break through. If you want to take charge of Nether successfully, you must get the power to manage Nether before promotion, and let the elders support you.

The worst bottom line is not to let the Duke of Redstone succeed, otherwise there will be no chance.

"Kelston has won over most of the Nether elders, and I can only be sure to win the support of the two elders." Crono Manser said truthfully, feeling a little embarrassed.

Ren smiled half-smilingly: "Elder Proctor and Elder Schafer?"

"How do you know?" Kronomanser was shocked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hehehe..." Ren smiled mysteriously, did not answer him, and suggested: "You can talk to Elder Halawa privately, he should support you. As long as Elder Halawa nods in agreement, Elder Inora will also stand by your side, so there will be five elders. "

The more Cronormanther listened, the more frightened he became. It seemed that Ren had a deeper understanding of the elders than he did.

He said with a complicated expression, "Five elders are not enough."

Now there are eleven elders of Netherite, and the remaining six are very close to the Duke of Redstone. They are headed by Buoyangsi and support the Duke of Redstone to take charge of Netherite.

"Five is enough." Ren clearly had an idea.

Crono Manser had already guessed his plan, and sure enough, he heard Ren say: "Any elders who do not support you, the supervision team will deprive them of their elder status. If anyone dares to resist, I don't mind sending them to Elder Kuitu. Meet."

Even if there was some speculation, Kronomanser was frightened when he heard Renn say it.

He hesitated for a while, then nodded lightly.

"So, what does Speaker Renne want from me?" Of course, Cronormanser wouldn't think Ren was really the kind of person who did good deeds without expecting anything in return.

Ren smiled playfully at him, "Elder owes me three promises after he is promoted to Holy Soul."

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