Chapter 811 The Corrupted Empire

In Bracada, Saeed was not a big shot.

At first, no one even cared about his death, until his death was closely related to everyone.

When the sun was shining, no one would care about the candles burning quietly.

But when the night was shrouded, the candles were the only light.

After Saeed's death, the last candidate who fought for the interests of the unemployed mages disappeared from the Grand Council.

According to the rules of the Grand Council, a proposal proposed by a member and implemented for two years but not for two years will be automatically invalidated after the member leaves the Grand Council.

If the proposal needs to be restarted, other members need to re-propose it.

In the real world, such regulations will undoubtedly be very confusing. How can a policy that has been formulated be abolished because the maker is not there?

But in the Yasha world, this is very normal.

In a world where great power belongs to individuals, the policy maker is itself part of the policy.

Many times, the members of the Grand Council, the candidate members, and the groups behind them are also the policy makers, executors and beneficiaries.

As soon as Saeed died, the policies he proposed, such as [More public lines], [Building basic colleges], [Minimum security for unemployed mages], etc., were also abolished.

Often, after a member [dies] or is [expelled] from the Grand Council, someone will take over their policies that are about to be abolished.

But Saeed is an exception.

The beneficiaries of the policies he proposed are only the downtrodden mages in the entire Bracada, not even himself.

This naturally makes other members have no interest in his policies.

It's like many policies of some great men in reality were quickly abolished after his death.

Unfortunately, the beneficiaries of Saeed's policies, that is, those downtrodden mages, have no ability to influence the decision-making of the Grand Council.

They can only passively accept reality.

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"Not issued?! Minimum security is not issued?! Sir, why is this?!

I queued up so hard to get the quota, how can you just say that it's not issued?"

A middle-aged mage with slightly ragged clothes was lying in front of a window, very emotional.

Outside the window, the sign of [Minimum Security Distribution Center] that was originally eye-catching and conspicuous has been removed and replaced with [Microcredit Loan Center].

A young mage leaned out of the window and said sympathetically:

"Uncle, let's give up what we should give up.

Don't make it difficult for me, I'm just a worker.

What can I do if the higher-ups say they won't issue it?"

The middle-aged mage's lips trembled, and he still asked unwillingly:

"Little brother, I'm really in trouble, can you see if you can help me apply again?"

"Uncle, if you're really in trouble, why don't you go back and see if there's anything you can mortgage at home.

I can only borrow now, not issue it.

This is what the higher-ups mean, no matter how much you tell me, I can't help."

"Mortgage..."

The middle-aged mage sat down on the ground dejectedly with a sad face.

"I have no collateral.

My wizard tower, my factory, my shop, were all taken away.

In order to turn things around, I even mortgaged my daughter and wife to the treasury to buy a boat to go out to sea.

As a result, the boat capsized.

The money is gone, the property is gone, the wife and daughter are gone, I have nothing left."

In the window, the young wizard's face was not fluctuating at all.

If it was at the beginning, he might have politely expressed his sympathy when hearing such a story.

But now, he has heard too many similar stories, and his ears are calloused and his mind is numb.

The square of the loan office has long been full of zombies like this middle-aged wizard.

They are not dead, they are still alive, but they are just alive.

"Uncle, if you don't have collateral, please leave, there are still many people queuing behind."

"I'll leave now." The middle-aged wizard held the windowsill and jumped down slowly.

He took a breath, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't say a word.

He turned around, took two steps, and was ready to leave, but stopped, stamped his feet hard, and returned to the windowsill.

He lay on the windowsill, stretched his head, and asked the young mage:

"Brother, do you know the preparatory councillor of Sa'ed? The big man who entered the Great Council.

He promised us that he would definitely fight for the minimum guarantee for us.

I also went to the Castle to vote for him.

He is now..."

"Member Sa'ed, of course I know." The young mage sighed:

"You'd better not pin your hopes on him.

I heard that he is dead. It is because of his death that the minimum guarantee will be cancelled."

"He is dead... He, dead?"

The middle-aged mage's eyes lost the last bit of brilliance, and his eyes became completely turbid.

He forgot how he left the security office, but he seemed to have bumped into a few people on the way and apologized several times.

He returned to the bridge hole where he lived in a daze. The small nest he built with great difficulty had been occupied by another mage.

This made the middle-aged mage particularly angry.

"I'm already in such a miserable state, and you still come to bully me!"

I don't know whether it was because of anger or despair, the middle-aged wizard took out a magic book and threw a huge chain of fireballs at his tent under the bridge!

Boom! ! !

The huge fireball exploded, with thick smoke and flames rising to the sky.

However, a Hercules shield firmly blocked the fireball.

"We are all miserable people, why should we hurt each other?

Your magic is very good, but you seem to have thrown your magic at the wrong target."

A leisurely voice came out from the smoke.

Facing his sudden attack without any warning, the other party was not injured and fainted, but could talk to him in such a relaxed tone, which shows that the other party's strength is likely to be far stronger than his own.

But the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. Putting himself in the other's shoes, the middle-aged wizard felt that he would not let the attacker go after being attacked for no reason.

Therefore, he threw out two magics, Lightning Thunderbolt and Ice Thunderbolt, without hesitation, ready to fight to the death.

But to his despair, all his magic disappeared and did not leave any trace on the other party.

"Hehe, I told you, your magic is on the wrong target."

Seeing the white-haired wizard walking out of the smoke, the middle-aged wizard closed his eyes in despair.

"Kill me. There is no point in me living anyway."

"Want to die? Haha, I always think that death is the easiest thing in the world.

If you want to die, I can satisfy you now."

The white-haired wizard walked in front of the middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard saw him take out the magic book, closed his eyes silently, and waited for death.

But the white-haired wizard did not kill him, but raised his magic book and slapped him hard.

"Davis! You are a useless thing, a coward!

You want to waste your precious life under this bridge hole, and you don't even know who killed you?"

Davis staggered a step after being slapped, covering his face like a wooden chicken.

"Do you know me?"

"Humph." The white-haired wizard sneered:

"I not only know you, I also know your wife.

If I hadn't left my hometown to pursue the ultimate in magic, she would have been my wife."

Hearing what the other party said, Davis's mind rumbled, and he immediately understood:

"You are Wei'er's ex-husband, Paulus!"

At this moment, a sense of guilt suddenly filled Davis' heart.

Just two months ago, he had just mortgaged his wife and daughter.

"Wei'er... Wei'er was..."

"No need to say, I know."

The white-haired wizard closed his eyes in pain.

"I have seen Wei'er, and I have also seen you and her daughter.

They couldn't bear the humiliation in Huaxiang, and they all committed suicide."

Davis' heart ached, and the guilt that he had been suppressing completely overwhelmed his heart.

He knelt down with a plop, lowered his head, and said the same words again:

"It's my fault. Kill me."

"What's the point of killing you?"

Paulus stepped on Davis' back and stared at him coldly.

"You are indeed a damn scum, and I will definitely teach you a lesson.

But your life should not be wasted here.

Davis, if you want to atone, then dedicate everything you have to our business."

"Paulus, what do you want? I have nothing."

"No, you still have your rotten life and the network of relationships you have left over from years of business.

Davis, look up and look at Bracada now, what do you see?"

Davis lay on the ground, his eyes looking through the lights in the distance, vaguely seeing the large abandoned factory.

Recalling the desperate zombies in front of the lending office, he murmured and replied:

"I saw disaster, famine, and chaos."

"Yes, disaster, famine, chaos, and endless opportunities.

Those high and mighty people are eating corpses and plundering the wealth of Bracada.

They rely on their own little power to do whatever they want.

They don't deserve to be in that position at all!

Brakada should be run by more capable people, do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean, rebellion?!"

Davis was shocked:

"Are you crazy? Just you? We have four demigods in Bracada alone."

"Of course not just us."

Davis sneered:

"The darkness lurking in the shadows, burning The whisper of burning flames and the ghost hand of death lurking, many forces have realized the problem of Bracada.

The roots of the giant tree are rotten, and with just a slight push, this towering tree can be pushed down.

And we will absorb the nutrients of the rotten wood after the big tree falls, and get a new life on the rotten wood.

Davis, think about it carefully, if it weren't for those high-ranking bastards, would you be reduced to selling your wife and daughter?

You have already been a rotten life, what else do you have to lose except your life?

Do you want to rot in this broken and cold bridge hole, or burn the last bit of light of your life and tear up this sky with us? "

"I..."

Countless past scenes flashed in Davis' eyes.

The embarrassment of the big treasury, the plundering of the city lord and officials, the crying of his wife, the wailing of his daughter...

Everything was burned cleanly in the flames that gradually ignited in his eyes.

He struggled to straighten up and push away the feet pressing on his back.

"Ex-husband, I join you."

Paulus laughed viciously:

"Good, smart move."

"Ex-husband, what should I do now?"

Having made up his mind, Davis was no longer confused and asked directly:

"You need to restore your former identity as a wealthy businessman, and we will give you a large sum of gold coins to buy back all the things you mortgaged.

Then, I want you to recruit all the unemployed mages in the name of recruiting workers.

To accomplish great things, powerful heroes are essential, but an army that can conquer and fight well is also a must.

They are already desperate, and any charity can buy their lives. "

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Wow~~~

Under the calm ocean, a large group of sea dragons were slowly escorting an undersea island.

Relying on the power of the Holy Sea Dragon, Seven Pigeons dragged the [Dragon Summoning Mirror] on the seabed and transported it to the Arctic Ocean bit by bit.

[Dragon Summoning Mirror] As a mythical building, it is extremely difficult to move.

Therefore, the seven pigeons and their speed are very slow.

Originally, Qi Ge was planning to use the Sequencing Hammer to pack up the Dragon Calling Mirror, and then take it to the Arctic Ocean before releasing it.

However, the Dragon Calling Mirror is very special, and not even the Sequencing Hammer can do anything about it.

In desperation, they could only adopt the stupidest method.

On the Dragon Calling Mirror, Ke Ruoke was facing a conch, listening and nodding.

"Okay, I understand, you continue to hide and wait for instructions."

Ke Ruoke put down the conch, exhaled a breath, and said to the seven pigeons beside him:

"Lord, as you expected, Brakada's collapse has begun.

Currently, 99% of Brakada's profitable assets are in the hands of top dignitaries and Titans, and none of these assets require any mage employees.

Now, the number of registered unemployed mages alone has exceeded 260 million.

This is still registered, and there are many more that are not registered.

A rough estimate is that the number of unemployed mages in Brakada should be around 500 million, which exceeds 70% of the total wizard population.

Fights, robberies, and all kinds of turmoil have occurred.

In some stores in the main cities, desperate mages would often form groups to rob the stores.

All the shops in Yinwu collar have locked their products, and even rice worth only 1 gold coin has been put into anti-magic cabinets worth 200 gold coins.

Good news also came from Negan, Ofer, the Thieves Guild and Dia. The infiltration personnel they sent out easily established a puppet organization.

Although these puppet organizations are a ragtag group of people, it is not a problem to cause destruction.

Lord, the time has come. Should we goblins raise our flag and start the great journey of liberation? "

Qi Ge looked in the direction of Brakada and raised the corner of his mouth:

“No, it’s not the time yet, it’s not chaotic enough.

Now Brakada is still a little far away from being terminally ill, but it is getting closer.

The people are already running out of money, and the appetite of those guys in Thunder City will only get bigger and bigger.

This will eventually lead to conflicts between the Grand Council and the localities.

When those high-ranking city lords have become the food of the Great Council, it is time for us to take action. "

Ke Ruoke was a little confused:

"Lord, those councilors hold high positions after all, and the city lords of each branch city are powerful helpers for their stable rule.

Will they be so short-sighted?

The eyes of the seven pigeons flashed:

"They may not, but they still have descendants, those who hold great power but have never experienced suffering for a moment, and will squeeze all the resources they can without any restraint to satisfy their own selfish desires.

You would never guess in your wildest dreams what Trossa's son is doing now.

Just watch, the story of Ke Ruo Ke and Brakada will be more exciting than you imagine. "