"My king, this matter has seriously affected the future development of the Manyu gladiatorial industry. If you are not careful, it will cause a fatal blow to the entire industry. The slave industry has been seriously affected. If the gladiatorial industry is affected again, our finances will

The deficit will further expand and the entire military leadership will be in danger."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples. His figure was polarizing from Duke Borg. He was so tall and thin that he was like a bamboo pole covered with clothes, and could be blown away by a strong wind.

This man's name is Ming Weilang, and he is Duke Borg's finance minister. He has been with him for more than ten years. He is just in his early forties and looks like an old man in his fifties or sixties.

In other territories, the minister of finance has always been a fat vacancy, but Military Leader Manyu is just the opposite. This is a big steam oven, and everyone who gets in is roasted on the fire.

The serious financial deficit was a problem left to Duke Borg by his father, and Duke Borg himself was not a man who kept money. In the first few years, not only did the vacancy not be filled, but it became even bigger. In just a few years,

There were four or five finance ministers.

Ming Weilang is the one who has been in office the longest and is also the most capable. The huge fiscal deficit was almost filled in less than ten years, and he also turned a young man in his prime into a mature man.

Little old man.

Because of this conscientiousness, he won the trust of Duke Borg.

If it continues to develop at its original momentum, Mingweilang will be able to fully fill its fiscal deficit in three or two years and feel completely relieved.

However, during the Eastern Expedition, a fire in the Bastille burned the entire Manyu Army into a pot of gruel, and also the finances of the Manyu Army were turned into gruel.

The financial recession caused by the war, the slave industry that was fatally hit, and the war funding... all of this made Ming Weilang very anxious.

The real man behind the trade with the Eternal Night Legion is not Patram. Although he is now sitting in the Bastille, he is still controlled in all aspects by the generals directly appointed by the Duke of Borg. He does not have such great power, nor does he have any

So bold to conduct large-scale transactions with the enemy.

The only one who dares to do this in the Manyu Army and can do this is Duke Borg.

The biggest driving force behind the establishment of trade routes was the tall and thin man in front of him, the Minister of Finance Ming Weilang led by Man Yu.

Ming Weilang is a staunch supporter of economic theory. What makes a military leader strong?

army?

Wrong, very wrong.

It's money, it's finance.

If you don't have enough money, how can you feed so many people? How can you recruit so many troops? How can you equip so many troops?

No matter how powerful the army is, without financial support and logistical supplies, a dragon will turn into a snake.

The two pillar industries, the slave trade, suffered a fatal impact. The entire territory was in chaos, and the gladiatorial industry fell into a sluggish state. Most of the territory was semi-desert and semi-Gobi, which was neither suitable for planting like the Asia Minor plains nor the Carthusian hills.

The area is rich in minerals.

After many calculations, the only one who can make up their mind is the Andis Mountains. At this time, the Eternal Night Army appears, which is something they can only hope for, not to mention that the other party really has something good in their hands.

Faced with the military leader's deficit crisis and the threat from the finance minister to retire, no matter how tough Duke Borg's attitude is and no matter how unwilling to bow his head and submit, he can only hold his nose and admit it when he comes into contact with the Eternal Night Army who just cheated him.

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With the help of the newly opened trade routes, patchwork here and there, demolishing the east wall to repair the west wall, it was not easy for Duke Borg to quell the civil strife in the territory, and the gladiatorial competition was held again, attracting many lords and nobles from other territories.

The capital injection made Ming Weilang's life a little easier.

But in less than three days, something unexpected happened in the gladiatorial industry. Radicals and conservatives were created. The two sides got into a quarrel, which almost made Ming Weilang, the finance minister led by Man Yujun, furious.

The future of the gladiatorial industry does not matter to their gang of slave owners. Even if they consider it, it is Duke Borg's business. What they need to do is to maintain the current stability and prosperity of the industry and create more wealth and tax revenue. This is for them and for them.

The best choice for the territory.

What made Ming Weilang even more angry was that Duke Borg had clearly received the news but did not intervene.

"Be at ease, don't be impatient! Be at ease, be impatient! Be at ease, be impatient! I'm so angry, who will control my finances? The fiscal deficit is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that you are gone. Someone, come and help Mr. Weilang

Bring a chair."

Duke Borg was not stingy with his respect for this loyal minister who devoted his whole life to the territory.

"No, it's fine if I stand like this!"

The Minister of Finance, Ming Weilang, was still angry. He was the only one among the entire Manyu military leaders who dared to speak to Duke Borg in this tone.

"I have just recovered from a serious illness. Pay more attention to rest and sit down!"

Duke Borg was not worried and still ordered someone to bring a stool.

"Thank you, sir."

Ming Weilang just took the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction, and he did not really argue with Duke Borg. He realized that enough is enough many years ago, otherwise he would not sit in this seat.

Just so many years.

People should not take themselves too seriously, nor should they take themselves too seriously.

Ming Weilang never thought that he was irreplaceable in the Manyu Army. When he thought so, he was not far from entering the grave.

"I know what your Excellency is worried about. Don't worry, the situation won't get worse for a while."

Duke Borg looked like he had a pearl of wisdom in his hand, "Have you not noticed that the financial revenue has skyrocketed in recent times? Especially regarding the admission fee for gladiatorial competitions."

"There is indeed a 20% increase compared to previous periods."

He made many financial figures with his own hands and sent them to Duke Borg. Ming Weilang knew everything about finance.

"However, this is killing the goose that lays the egg, which is not advisable."

Duke Borg's small eyes, which were almost covered by fat, flashed with a fierce light, and he waved his hands.

"It doesn't matter, we will enter the finals in a few more rounds. This year's gladiatorial competition will end perfectly. Let them dance for a few more days. After the gladiatorial competition is over, it will not be too late to deal with them. Then we will let them know who is the winner.

He is the true ruler of the Manyu Army."

Obviously, the supreme ruler of Manyu Army did not react to this incident. On the contrary, he was directly stabbed in the lung tube.

One of the two pillar industries led by Man Yujun has already collapsed. He will never allow another accident to happen to the other. Regardless of whether they are radicals or conservatives, they are all scourges in his eyes and have become worms in the gladiatorial industry.

, must be cleaned up.

The reason why he is holding back now is because he does not want to ruin the holding of this gladiatorial competition. When the gladiatorial competition ends, it is also the moment when Man Yujun leads the gladiatorial industry into a great purge.

The list in his hand will become the focus of his purge.

"Your Majesty has the best idea, but I worry too much."

Hearing this, Ming Weilang's face suddenly looked much better. As long as Duke Borg didn't completely ignore it, although there was a crisis in the gladiatorial industry, it was far from an imminent level.

Moreover, the next few rounds of competition will be the most exciting and popular in this year's gladiatorial competition. He is not interested in gladiatorial combat, but he is interested in the large amount of tax revenue generated by the hot competition.

If Duke Borg loses his temper and wants to take action immediately, he will stop him and ask him to endure it until the end of the game.

…

Sean didn't know that he had been targeted by Duke Borg's old fox.

As the saying goes, gold shines wherever it is, and when it comes to Sean, it makes a big splash wherever it goes.

There are pros and cons to working with conservatives.

The advantage is that the patients are stable and have both minor and serious injuries, and the collection of all aspects of information is more comprehensive.

Sean's main focus is on critically ill patients, and the rest can be left to the military doctors transferred from the Evernight Legion.

Sean began to let some seriously ill patients out, intentionally or unintentionally, to try his hand at treatment. After all, his treatment methods were unconventional.

In this world, warlocks are inherently scarce resources, and those who focus on medical skills are even rarer. In the eyes of most warlocks, Sean's behavior is a typical example of not doing his job properly.

Pursuing one's own strength is the true path for most warlocks. If other warlocks were to learn medical skills from Sean, they would be spit on on the spot.

Sean has no intention of being a doctor who treats illnesses and saves people for the rest of his life. Using cheating methods like magic to summarize conventional treatment methods and teach them to ordinary people is the right way. After all, warlocks are a very small group of people. They can only be chosen by tens of thousands. It is not an exaggeration at all.

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Except for some internal injuries that are more troublesome and cause secondary damage to internal organs, which must be assisted by magical power, ordinary bone injuries can be dealt with even without the assistance of magical power.

Sean's ancestors in his previous life are the best proof that they still developed an effective bone-setting technique without the help of magic power. The powerful people are not much worse than modern medicine.

Without him, practice makes perfect.

What's more, they have the experience summarized by Sean as a reference, and with the guidance and help from others, they will naturally get started faster. They have only suffered from those patients and become the doctors' practice experiments. If they accidentally receive the wrong one,

I have to accept Sean's second correction and suffer one more time.

However, those patients themselves had no idea, so they thought it was an inevitable process and did not cause any bigger trouble.

The disadvantage is that there are countless pairs of eyes staring at them now, and it is basically impossible to do some tricks secretly.

"Mr. Tang, the missionary is here again, blocking the door. He must see you."

Lance, who came to report the news, had changed from a waiter to a temporary nurse in the hospital. The medical clinic and the restaurant were completely separated. Eller, the young lobby manager, lived up to his reputation. The entire restaurant was handed over to him, but as a

An outsider, Sean needs a smart local to keep him company.

Eller recommended Lance to Sean. Although this little guy was not as smart as Eller, he was still honest and would not cheat. After a little testing, Sean nodded in agreement.

Lance was also overjoyed. It wasn't that the treatment at Anjibeina Hospital was better than that at the restaurant, but that he was closer to his goddess here. As long as he could see her from a distance every day, he would be satisfied.

Lance hesitated and said, "Mr. Tang, if you can't help it, just meet him. This missionary is different from ordinary priests and monks of the Holy See."

"Oh, what's the difference?"
To be continued...