Upon learning that nothing had happened in Titan City, Xiao Han looked at Minnie with a relieved expression.
If they had put the revolver away, their attitude might have been more friendly.
Minnie shook her head and turned to leave.
Since the city lord was alright, she didn't need to stay any longer. She had accumulated quite a bit of work to take care of this fox.
In particular, they secretly modified the magic cannon into a primitive artillery piece.
"Prime Minister, you are so reliable. If I have the chance, I must become sworn brothers with you, sharing both good times and bad. I am young and healthy, so I will take the blame and be your elder brother. In the future, when we go to war, we will split the spoils of war 60/40. In this era of war, let's work together to achieve great things."
Suddenly, a sincere shout came from behind, and the boy's spirited words made the girl stumble.
The text describes a series of incomprehensible phrases, including "borrowing her peach tree as a backdrop," "setting up an incense burner," "burning yellow paper," "chopping off a chicken's head," "pouring yellow wine," "bowing to the heavens in respect to Guan Yu," "drinking the same cup together," and "treating each other as brothers."
Perhaps it's a cultural custom from his hometown?
Minise: "..."
Her lips twitched, she turned her head away, giving him a disdainful look, and with her long hair fluttering, she flapped her amethyst wings and flew away at top speed.
Clearly, being a year older than Xiao Han, she couldn't accept being the second brother.
wrong……
Why should I become sworn siblings with you, you bastard!
...
"Bang!"
Minister Khruf walked into the city lord's office carrying a large stack of documents. Before he could even sit down, he began reporting on the current state of affairs within the cabinet, and casually gathered information on the battles of wits and courage that his subordinates had engaged in with Minise's faction while he was away in the wastelands.
As expected, the results were disastrous. The Tulip family had taken up almost all the important positions in the city, and the people he had painstakingly helped to rise to power were pushed to the sidelines, teetering on the brink of collapse, like being in the corner of a ship, ready to be kicked off at any moment by someone behind them.
What is this?
Wipe the soles of your feet, and slap Khrushchev across the face in a roundabout way?
By the way, Jay, who was new to politics, was targeted by Minnie's faction and was utterly defeated, ending up in an ordinary position as a warehouse registrar.
Damn it, what a bunch of useless trash!
Khrushchev's lips twitched, and he wished he could hang his men up and swing them one by one with a belt.
However, he would rather line up the opposing parties one by one and strangle them in turn.
As Xiao Han sipped his tea, he finished replenishing the heating supply to the rocky chains, then focused his attention on listening intently to Khrushchev's story.
After being exposed to this for the past two weeks, he found that he could barely keep up with the other party's pace, instead of being completely bewildered at the beginning and wishing he could breathe fire and burn all the government documents.
Overall, after the wasteland's "sponsored" supplies were distributed, Titan City improved to some extent. The manufacturing industry, led by the Alchemy Workshop, quickly resumed operations, mainly producing warm textiles. Food storage was secondary. Within three days, thanks to the efficient operation, everyone in the city had a set of cotton clothes (provided by Earl Shap). If you had a little money, you could also buy wool sweaters, which were produced in limited quantities (Viscount Cornish's clearance sale).
As for food, it was provided by the newly built and merged tavern. A meal included wheat porridge, sausage, and roast meat, and a small amount of alcohol was also provided at night.
In terms of accommodation, in addition to the well-preserved houses, more than 300 new brick and stone houses were built, not including some villas of the powerful and wealthy that were confiscated.
There has been good progress in clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and even if a harsh winter comes, there will not be many casualties.
Next, it's time to select the Imperial Guard, expand the size of the Wolf Riders, and add various other troop types.
Xiao Han stood up and looked out the window.
A thin layer of frost covered the windows, and the white sky seemed to echo with mournful cries. Snowflakes fell, but they could not dampen the enthusiasm of the entire city for work.
The series of measures implemented by the newly appointed city lord gave the entire city hope for the future.
"By the way, Your Highness, this is a proposal that the Prime Minister has requested your approval for."
Just then, Khrushchev exclaimed in surprise and handed over a document that had been left until the end, which may have been intentional.
"Remelting and forging to create primitive cannons?"
Xiao Han glanced through the document, pondered for a moment, and finally picked up his quill pen, signing his name in the approval section below.
...
"boom!"
The cannon trembled, and roaring flames spewed out. A sharp shell pierced through the strongest defense formed by the potential energy of the rock and exploded violently inside!
In the next instant, the splashing grape bullets were like streaks of light. The three powerful figures maintaining the defense, as well as more than a dozen important family members behind them, were blown into a bloody mist and turned into a honeycomb by this torrential downpour!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The continuous artillery fire, interspersed with sharp collision sounds, and bursts of golden flames caused the seemingly indestructible city walls to collapse with a deafening roar!
This was a prosperous city, but it was reduced to ruins in an instant before the magic cannon that carried the core energy!
"Cough cough!"
In the ruins, an old knight wearing tattered armor stood up, a gash on his chest from which blood gushed.
This was a fatal wound, yet it was dealt a severe blow, which even his potential, pushed to the limit nine times, could not withstand.
He gazed at the ruins around him, destroyed by artillery fire, his eyes glazed over. But when he saw several important family members kneeling before the invaders, begging for mercy, a surge of anger burned within him, along with a faint sense of sorrow.
"The Weeks family is known for their bravery in the chaotic lands, but that's all there is to it."
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