Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Imric rubbed his eyes drowsily, looking at where he was.

Yesterday, I boasted too much with Magnus and his group of imperial men, using a directive tone to teach the emperor how to develop industry.

To sum up, it means gathering, division of labor, and procedures. A large number of factories are gathered in one place, the types of work are clearly classified, and the processing steps are strictly implemented. In the end, an unprecedented super factory will be obtained.

Unexpectedly, the members of each knight order were taking notes in small notebooks, and with a burst of flattery and consultation, Prince Caledor, who started out as a dragon, made a guest appearance as an industrialization expert.

Magnus, who hadn't slept a wink all night, saw Imrik coming out of the tent and quickly asked someone to hold him. He couldn't let the Dragon Prince escape. He still had many questions to ask.

If he couldn't defeat him, he really wanted to take Imrik to Nunn, feed him as an ancestor, and show the empire a path of steel and gunpowder.

The emperor held a small notebook, put his strong arm on the prince's shoulders, pointed the pencil at the writing position, and let the elf's gaze forcefully stare at it.

"If a large number of farmers are allowed to move into cities, wouldn't it cause a further decline in food production? How should we solve this step? Food is the foundation of the country, and no mistakes are allowed."

Imric patted his head in an attempt to sober up. He drank too much yesterday and did not resort to any means to cope with it. Looking at the notebook in Magnus' hand, the words on it looked like tadpoles.

After looking at it clearly, I found that it is such a simple problem?

"The land reform drives away the farmers and allows the nobles who want to farm to buy land honestly. The state provides protection means and increases the price of food. The church issues quotas, how many acres of land produce how much food. If the quota is not met, the church will be expelled. Trap Weiss Specially led businessmen, let them give money, but not the right to make decisions."

"Isn't this a joke with the lives of the people?" When Magnus thought of the nobles' faces, he knew that doing this would quickly cause the arable land to change hands very quickly.

"Then you don't know how to try Nunn first? Next door is Stiir, the largest granary in the empire. There is no shortage of food in Assur. If you ask me, I can't give you a precise idea. Otherwise, we can take the collectivized land and let Steele, don't do anything else, just supply food." Imrik burped, feeling the smell of alcohol mixed with him, and reminded him by the way,

"Industrialization will definitely sacrifice the interests of some people. How to balance this depends on the level of your emperor."

After finishing speaking, Imric kicked Magnus away and was about to find a place to put the water. He wanted to ask questions about everything, which made me look like an imperial consultant. He didn't pay any salary and just wanted to take it from my mouth. Want benefits?impossible.

Looking at the elf's somewhat vain back, Magnus motioned for the two of them to see him off, stroking his little bald head and thinking about it.

After Imrik accidentally mentioned industrialized countries a few days ago, he became very interested in it. If handled properly, it would be the biggest gain of this trip.

Using a five-year period as a period, allocate the tasks of the empire's various territories, coordinate resources with each other, and concentrate the resources and manpower that were originally scattered everywhere for optimal allocation.

For example, now, with Nunn as the industrial center, Tyrell providing food, and Reikland as the human resources guarantee, the areas affected by the Church of Sigmar are integrated to achieve the development of productivity as soon as possible.

It is no longer the past passive state of proceeding step by step, restoring people's livelihood and waiting for the return of enemies from all walks of life.

He is still thinking while stroking his bald head, but this will inevitably affect the most critical military issues of each territory. After all, the empire is a loose political body. When resources are redistributed, there will inevitably be different needs. For those in power, this is A great test.

But the emperor gritted his teeth and decided to do it. Steel, faith, and gunpowder were the cornerstones of the empire. Faith was already extremely firm, and the only thing missing was the production of steel and gunpowder.

He wrote a very eye-catching slogan in his notebook, Nunn Engineering College, expanded three times!
Imrik is not interested at all in what the big bald man is thinking. We and the Empire are not playing the same way. Maybe there will be some similarities in the early stages, but later on, the combination of magic and steel will This is Caledor's future.

However, he was filled with hatred when he thought of the so-called genetic experiments conducted by the court mage. At that time, Gui Mi Xin Qiao agreed to the matter, and the two of them must have focused all their research on genetic modification.

Let's form another research group, find some key people from Teclis, and restart the construct project.Sighing, looking at the two Blood of Sigmar Knights following him, especially the expressions that wanted to ask but also had some concerns, I knew they must have something to say.
"Don't pretend to be reserved here. Just say whatever nonsense you want."

The knight chuckled, waiting for this moment, "Prince Dragon, you said that the church can get involved in industrialization."

"Looking at what your great priests think, although industrialization definitely conflicts with some of the church's ideas, once it gets on the right track and food supply is fully guaranteed, the birth rate will definitely increase. This is enough for the church."

The church just wants a population of believers. Even if Sigma and Ulric are in charge of fighting, they will not be like that madman Kane who kills each other for fun among believers.

The more people there are, the more potential a country has. This is an unchanging truth.

The knight nodded to express his understanding. He still understood this obvious benefit, and turned to talk about the things in the hands of the church.

"I understand, then for the land..."

"The church should throw away the land in its hands. Your brains are definitely not able to organize normal agricultural management. Lease the land to some small aristocratic businessmen, give management rights, and arrange for some supervision. Convert it to a collective farm system and send it to The church serves as a retinue. If you have brains, you can work in a factory. If you don’t have brains, you will spend your whole life farming. As for other aspects, it depends on Magnus’s arrangements.”

Just when the knight was still about to ask, Imric became a little impatient, "I am a prince, not a consultant. If you want to learn, I will arrange for people to come to Qingyan Port for field inspection. How can I, a dragon lord responsible for fighting, become a logistics officer so quickly?" The manager is in charge.”

"Forgive me, forgive me." The knight smiled apologetically, thinking that although Prince Long's attitude was not very good, he did have something to say. He could see the problems with the church's land system at a glance. Because it was theocratic land, no one dared to touch this restricted area.

For a long time, it has almost become a private product, and the grain output is far less than that of owner-cultivators of the same area.

When Imric thought of something, he suddenly turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the knight who was speaking. This made him feel a little frightened. The look in his eyes was so scary, as if he wanted to eat himself.

"I remember, your name seems to be Valk, the Inner Circle Knight of the Blood of Sigmar."

"Yes, do you need the blood of Sigmar for anything?"

"Let me tell you, Caledo has recently developed a magical farming machine, which is specially used to open up wastelands on large areas. Driven by energy stones, it can complete the workload of a hundred people in one day. Not to mention the empire , even the dirt roads in Kislev can be bulldozed.”

"I don't quite understand what you mean." The knight pretended to smile stupidly. If you make some unspeakable conditions, I am not qualified to agree.

"Twenty half-gryphon eggs for one." Imrik revealed his fox tail. What a bullshit magical farming machine developed by Caledor. He then imported one from Saffre and sold it to the empire as a treasure.

Twenty? !The knight was a little suffocated for a moment. The entire Griffin Knights only had thirty half-gryphons. You just opened your mouth and saw two-thirds of the number of half-gryphon eggs. It was too much.

But if it's just half a gryphon egg, there might be some way to do it, but the number must be reduced.

"fifteen?"

"Then fifteen, it's settled, I'll immediately have someone send it over from Chulong Bay to provide five bases of energy stone reserves."

With an arrogant pace, Imrik walked back to the position of Assur's camp. The White Wolf caught fifteen and a half gryphon eggs with nothing, and the White Wolf Church would definitely not want to show weakness when asked. That was another ten. Five.

I caught thirty and a half gryphon eggs in one night, so it seems that my skills haven't slowed down yet. (End of chapter)