Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The wheat waves roared and fell from the sky.

It was like a waterfall descending from the kingdom of the **** of abundance, shining with golden light in the sun, as if the fragrance of wheat began to drift across the city.

That's life, that's hope, that's blessing, that's a miracle like never before.

All the people with different goals stayed where they were.

Because this seemingly endless wave of wheat is pouring down from the estuary in the sky, the source is endless, as if endless, they stand there, forgetting the purpose of coming out, forgetting the courage to inspire, even forgetting anger, forgetting hunger , everyone stood there stupidly, looking at...

Chaosheng Manor, Long Niang watched the pouring wheat waves from the window and clicked.

But heartbroken.

Although it is expected that Kant may have a solution to this food problem...

But I didn't expect such a violent and shocking scene.

Hit all opponents and doubters in the face in the most primitive and powerful way.

If she understands earth culture, she might have some kind of emotion.

- Kant is a scene man.

She looked at the equally stunned people in the conference room.

"Do it."

After planning, everything has been arranged.

The commoners who came to the street in groups and were about to go near Chaosheng Manor and cry for mercy from His Highness were looking up blankly when they suddenly heard the sound of dragon roars in the direction of the manor.

The glow flickered, and the eight-headed dragon flapped its wings against the wind, symbolizing the perfect body of the strongest race in the world soaring in the sky, whistling over the heads of everyone, and the sound of the horn, the magic flute, and the trumpet sounded one after another. The Voice of War of the Evening Moon Dynasty, the Arcanist Council and the Holy Empire!

The black robes swept through, layer upon layer, like a huge black wave, the persecutors swarmed out from the temporary camp near Chaosheng Manor and spread to the whole city.

People who came to the street were surrounded in an instant, the sky was buzzing, white magic devices were suspended in the air, and giant black eyes were aimed at the panicked and fearful people. The voice resounded loudly: "All Far Harbor citizens, stop where you are, accept the interrogation, show your identification, pay attention to the strange faces next to you, there are malicious villains among you!"

"Stand where you are!"

"Stand where you are!"

The persecutors, armed with swords and shields, rudely separated the crowd. Following Lord Horus's instructions, they pulled out the panic-stricken people. Some of them waved their iron cards and said loudly, "I have proof of identity. I have identification! Forgive me! I don't know anything!"

A drone landed near him, and the camera zoomed in and out.

The voice of the Transformers showed a hint of coldness: "The owner of this identity certificate is Solakia, of medium build, with a short beard, and lives on Second Street in the Dock District - who do you know him?"

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd: "He's not!"

"Arrest!" Horus said. "Squad Fist, find Solakia Guslow in the Docklands!"

Sanwu people hiding in the crowd were identified and judged one by one.

The same is true for those who have obtained identification in various ways.

These guys with apparently impure purposes were arrested on the spot. Before the arresters drew out their weapons and took hostages, their heads were blasted with precise sniping. Whether it was the elf marksman or the guns carried by the armed drones, they were better than the arresters. The action was faster, the blade and food disintegrated all the panic and hostility of the civilians, and the rebels easily contained the commotion.

The drones flew into the distance, and the speakers they carried made a huge sound.

"Attention to all Far Harbor citizens..."

"The Grain Exchange founded by His Royal Highness Kant and owned by Sigoethe will open in one hour..."

"All the citizens of Far Harbor can, with their identity certificates, and after being screened out by the Trial Society, receive four pounds of dry wheat per person per day for free for five days. After five days, the grain exchange will resume normal sales. Grain is sold at the price of pound five copper coins, which has been stable for a long time…”

"Cheer, thank you, this is a gift from His Royal Highness Kant. From now on, food at a stable price will be sufficient to supply the entire city and all the kind and loyal good citizens..."

"Always keep in mind the admonitions of His Royal Highness Kant and the lessons of today..."

"Food is for eating..."

First there was fear, then daze, but after hearing this sentence clearly, the poor people who took to the streets looked at each other, then burst into tears of joy and gave a huge cheer.

Celebration and gratitude rang out from every neighborhood as the drones spread the news.

The forgetful people consciously forgot their previous criticisms and complaints.

I began to sincerely thank that omnipotent adult again.

But as the good news continued to spread, from the outer urban areas into the wealthy inner circle, there was a murmur of cheers, cursing, roaring, cursing, collapse, and even crying.

The daily energy required by an adult, if excluding oil, water and non-staple food, is simply calculated by grain, and it takes about four catties of grain to meet the needs of a day's activities.

Under such circumstances, the family that bought ten catties of grain is very pitiful, the family that bought one hundred catties of grain is normal, and the family that bought one thousand catties of grain can be said to be well-prepared. What are people who weigh more than one kilogram?

I am willing to gamble and admit defeat, there is no good thing in the world that can make a profit without losing.

"—how did he do it! It's impossible! It's impossible!"

In the eastern courtyard of the Tulip District, on the elegant pavilion, the calm atmosphere has disappeared, Sir Luster breathed violently, and an unbelievable rage appeared on his face.

He didn't even dare to look into the eyes of the supervisors.

The previous rhetoric and complacency still ring in my ears.

But the next moment, the roaring golden wheat wave fell from the sky.

Great irony.

Unspeakable humiliation.

This huge shame made his soul tremble.

But why.

Where does the food come from! ?

He was like a red-eyed gambler, roaring, questioning, mad, and roaring.

"Who is it? Who is it? Archduke Goethe opened the national grain depot and let him take it here to bluff? Did the [beep-] of the Phoenix King come to help his concubine again? The council and the empire bowed their heads to Kant. Is it? Where did the food come from, where did it come from!”

His face was hideous, his elegance and calmness had completely disappeared, his head was full of terrifying blue veins, his face was completely flushed, and he muttered to himself as if nervously: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Our intelligence? Our people? I have obviously locked all the ways to transport food, obviously everything is under my control, and obviously the intelligence shows that the three countries have no intention of taking the initiative to help..."

"Clearly the whole world is watching Kant's jokes..."

"Obviously he can't get food..."

"—Enough!" Although the face of rosacea was shocked and flustered, he was still happy to see the other party like this. He said coldly, "I think Your Excellency's lofty words have come to fruition, now..."

The next moment, the drone broadcasts from far to near.

Free food.

Normal sale after 5 days.

Five copper coins a pound...

Hearing this, Luster seemed to have caught the last straw.

He ecstatically said: "Fool! Stupid! Five!? Only five? We still have a chance! We still have a chance! Our funds can still find a way to swallow food at this price, and we can still eat Kant. his food! I don't believe his food will be inexhaustible, I..."

The next moment, Ona shouted in a panic: "Dragon!"

The dragon roared in the sky.

A red dragon swooped down like a fire in the sky. It seemed to be heading in this direction, toward this oriental garden. Visible to the naked eye, black dots separated from the huge dragon body and fell downward. The brilliance of magic continued to shine, and the wind Department of magic control to slow down, that is a magician!

The swooping dragon continued to lower its height, and then threw the fighters with strong fighting spirit one by one.

"not good!"

The supervisors of the Broken Isles suddenly changed their expressions and panicked: "Run! There is a secret passage!"

However, the wind swelled up the turbulent currents, and the dragon power was shrouded in it. The mage headed roared and fell with a pair of short staffs. At the corner of the high platform, in the black robes, a spell caster fell one by one, and then the giant sword was erected. The fighters of , these are all well-armed elites, specially prepared for the hunting operation of big fish.

Surrounded in all directions.

"The Inquisition is against the Society, Lord Kant sits down as the hound, and the whipper Alsett."

The middle-level mage who manipulated the wind and spirit showed a cruel smile.

"His Royal Highness has issued an arrest warrant for all of you." He raised his staff, "The persecutors obey their orders."

"—Sinners, fight!"

The hounds followed the instructions and started a new round of hunting in the city.

Riding on Humvees and infantry chariots, the most elite rebels crossed half of the far port and came to the square in front of the city hall. The heavily armed soldiers lined up at the fastest speed.

go ahead.

The hall of justice was filled with panic, despair and shouting from the nobles. This unpredictable and terrible scene not only meant the total failure of the food price manipulation plan, but also meant more dire consequences.

People are in chaos, and the most wise leaders cannot gather this mess.

The next moment, the door was slammed open, and a figure strode in.

A rebel with flying black robes unsheathed his weapons, filed in, and marched along the corridor by the wall with screams and shouts, completing a semi-encirclement of the powerful and powerful in the auditorium.

Han Zezheng turned a blind eye to all of this. He walked vigorously, with firm steps, striding meteors, facing the direct gaze of the figure on the stage, step by step to the top of the highest power in Far Harbor.

He walked up and down one step at a time, and the cluttered voices around him became a little quieter. He couldn't help but think that ten days ago, he also pushed open this door. At that time, he went to join His Highness Kant, paid his first vote, and asked The dignitaries here issued ultimatums, and there were endless curses and terrible threats.

And now again.

It is already accompanied by armored soldiers, surrounded by awe.

He was no longer the little Aurora Baron.

He is already worthy of a name in this city.

Han Zezheng walked to the stage and looked at the Governor-General with a complicated expression.

"Before I start, I will relay a word from His Royal Highness Kant to His Excellency the Governor."

Old Man Aurora took out a note. Even though he had read it several times, he still couldn't figure out the meaning of this line of words—he knew all these words, but when they read them together, he couldn't understand them.

But since it is His Highness's order, then execute it.

Han Ze was looking at the Governor-General, and said sharply, "You! Ah! Felder!"

-what?

Norman had prepared for the worst, ready to endure the cruelest treatment and ridicule, but this sentence made him stunned—what does that mean? what language?

After Han Ze finished his righteous thoughts, he did not stop, put away the note, took out a pair of parchment scrolls from his chest, shook it open, and the scrolls rolled down. Pushing it aside, he looked around at the frightened dignitaries around him.

"I will read the will of His Royal Highness Kant!"

"Because of the suspicion of Norman, the governor of Bibo Province, during the grain shortage in the far port, he worked with the local dignitaries to manipulate grain prices, create panic, seek huge benefits for families and individuals, starve innocent people, disturb social order, collude with foreign forces, damage Goethe's national interests have now decided to suspend all your duties and accept trial, cross-examination, investigation and ruling!"

"In addition, the performance of the nobles of the Far Harbor in this incident is disgusting. As aristocrats, they murder the common people for their own selfishness, making the situation so bad, disgusting, the administrative bureaucracy is rotten to the root, and the administrative system is completely inefficient. It can be said that incompetence has come to this point, corruption is rampant, and His Royal Highness Kant, for the sake of the people, temporarily takes over all the military, administrative and economic powers and responsibilities of the whole city, and serves as the training and administration of the far port to clean up the situation—"

"All suspected criminals, regardless of status or position, will be punished!"

Hearing this, the nobles couldn't bear it any longer - abolishing the governor and unilaterally announcing political training, who do you think you are? Archduke Goethe? human emperor?

Even Forbidden Magicians have no right to do this!

Someone wanted to protest loudly, but the next moment, the sonorous murderous aura of the sword came from behind, and the gloomy and cold air pressure enveloped him, reminding him of the fear of death.

The so-called rebels behind it are the Three Kingdoms navy.

They don't take the life and death of the Goethe nobles to heart.

Han Zezheng looked around coldly, no one dared to look at him.

"Everyone, rather than the so-called honor and rules, it's better to pay attention to your family business, ancestral property, wealth, silk, and children - let's sweep the snow in front of your house first!"

He looked at the scroll and continued reading.

This is an ultimatum and not a recommendation.

"The following will read out a number of instructions from Far Harbor's training and politics..."

"One is to regulate the trading of bulk commodities. From now on, all bulk transactions including grain, fabrics, meat, beverages, building materials, etc., should be carried out under the supervision of the new Far Harbor government!"

"Secondly, due to this food price incident, it is obvious that funds from external hostile forces are involved. Before the investigation of the matter is clear, all lending, borrowing and mortgages will be suspended. The amount involved!"

"Thirdly, you should pay taxes immediately on the income you get from buying and selling in the grain market. The newly established tax bureau will assist you in filing and paying taxes!"

"Fourth..."

Panic, questioning, and screams continued to sound, and some nobles had already fainted.

Bibohang Province, Xiliu County, this is the temporary residence of the Dragon National Defense Credit Department.

What happened in the Far Harbor had been informed by Lily's Dragon Ballad to Golden Dragon Stigl, who then passed the news to Santos.

Before that, the dragon intelligence officer in Far Harbor City had already reported the matter.

The news has been confirmed.

A terrifying number of golden wheat waves surged out of the Phase Gate and piled up into a huge mountain outside Chaosheng Manor. Such a spectacle has never appeared in history.

Anyway…

"Kant wins again."

Golden Dragon and Santos looked at each other.

This kind of thing, even the dragon family, has never heard of it.

"he…"

Stigl said abruptly: "How did he do it? We have already checked..."

The Dragon Clan's unparalleled intelligence network and well-informed eyes and ears did not observe any food movement behavior, nor did they hear that the country decided to borrow food from Kant, and there was nothing.

Jin Long lowered his voice: "Where did you get so much food?"

Santos was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled and glanced at his secretary.

"Does it matter?"

He said calmly.

"Of course it's important!" Jin Long subconsciously glanced left and right, and then lowered his voice, "A person of unknown origin who suddenly appeared, using power, alchemy techniques and even spells are unheard of, and powerful alchemy weapons can also be said to be amazing at their peak. Skills, but at least 100,000 tons of grain can’t be conjured out of thin air, where is his grain field? Or…”

Santos shook his head slowly: "No, you are wrong."

Stigl wondered: "Where?"

The chief marketing officer of Dragon Defense patted his partner: "It's all wrong - it's not up to you to decide whether this matter is important or not."

"…Who is that?"

"He, Kant."

A complicated light flashed in Santos's eyes, it might be envy, or it might be sigh.

He had never heard of or seen such a person.

"Kant has the final say... If he wants to say it, then this matter is very, very important, and if he doesn't want to say it..." The human said softly, "Then this matter is not important at all."

Because he can decide for himself whether the secret is a secret or not.

Really enviable.

Jin Long was also silent.

The mere human beings can be so Dior, it is very unaccustomed to it.

"Okay, we have to do something."

Santos signaled his secretary to prepare to launch the Dragon Ballad.

"Three orders."

"First, all salesmen, immediately stop all lending activities."

"Second, hand over all the lists of involved cases collected in the past few days to the members of the Tribunal who went to various places to punish the members of the society. The giant dragon sitting in each target city changed its human form and pretended to be a human mercenary soldier to assist the Tribunal in the arrest. Arrest and search work!"

"The third..."

Santos paused: "This message was sent to the board of directors, requesting the financial liquidation department to prepare to send armed forces... We will have a collection business soon."

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PS1: Update! Go to bed early! Goodnight everybody!