Heroes of Invincible Hidden Architect

Chapter 810 The Decaying Empire

Saeed was not a big shot in Bracada.

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

When the sun is shining, no one cares about the quietly burning candle.

But when darkness falls, the candle is the only light.

After Sa'ad's death, the last reserve member to advocate for the unemployed mages disappeared from the Grand Council.

According to the rules of the Grand Council, a proposal put forward by a certain member of the Council and implemented for less than two years will be automatically invalidated after the member leaves the Grand Council.

If this proposal needs to be restarted, other members of Congress will need to propose it again.

In the real world, such regulations will undoubtedly be very confusing. How can a policy that has been formulated be abolished just because the person who formulated it is absent?
But in the world of Yasha, this is very normal.

In a world where great power belongs to individuals, policy makers are themselves part of the policy.

Many times, the members and reserve members of the Grand Council, as well as the groups behind them, are also the makers, executors and beneficiaries of policies.

Once Sa'ed died, all the policies proposed by him such as [More Public Lines], [Building Basic Colleges], and [Minimum Security for Unemployed Mages] were also abolished.

Many times, after a member [passes away] or is [expelled] from the Grand Council, their policies that are about to be abolished will be taken over by someone else.

But Saaid is an exception.

The beneficiaries of the policy he proposed were only the downtrodden mages in Brakada, not even himself.

This naturally makes other legislators uninterested in his policies.

It's like, in reality, many of the policies of some great man were quickly repealed after his death.

Unfortunately, the beneficiaries of Saaid's policies, those down-and-out mages, have no ability to influence the decision-making of the Grand Council.

They can only passively accept reality.

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"No more payment?! No more minimum guarantee?! Sir, why is this?!

I finally queued up to get a spot, how could I say I won’t be issued if I don’t? "

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

Outside the window, the originally eye-catching and conspicuous sign of [Minimum Security Distribution Office] has been taken down and replaced by [Small Credit Loan Center].

A young mage poked his head out of the window and said sympathetically:
"Uncle, let's give up what we should give up.

Don't embarrass me, I'm just a worker.

The above said not to post it, so what can I do? "

The middle-aged mage's lips trembled, and he still asked unwillingly:
"Little brother, I'm really in trouble. Can you help me apply again?"

"Uncle, if you are really in trouble, why don't you go back and see if there is anything else at home that can be used as a mortgage.

I can only borrow it now, not send it out.

This is what the boss means. No matter how much you tell me, I can't help you. "

"mortgage……"

The middle-aged mage had a sad face and sat slumped on the ground.

“I ran out of mortgage a long time ago.

My mage tower, my factory, and my shop were all taken away.

In order to turn around, I even mortgaged my daughter and wife to a big treasury and bought a boat to go to sea.

As a result, the boat capsized.

My money is gone, my property is gone, my wife and daughter are gone, I have nothing left. "

In the window, there was no movement on the young mage's face.

If it was just at the beginning, he might politely express sympathy when hearing such a story.

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

The square of the loan office has long been filled with zombies like this middle-aged mage.

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

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

"I'm leaving now." The middle-aged mage held on to the window sill and jumped down slowly.

He took a breath and hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't speak.

He turned around, took two steps, and was about to leave, but stopped again, stamped his feet hard, and returned to the window sill.

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

"Brother, do you know Senator Saaid? That big shot who has entered the Great Council.

He promised us at the beginning that he would definitely get the minimum guarantee for us.

I even went to the Castle to vote for him.

Right now he……"

"Congressman Saaid, of course I know." The young mage sighed:
"You'd better not place your hopes on him.

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

"He's dead...he's dead?"

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

He forgot how he left the security office. He only remembered that he bumped into a few people along the way and apologized several times.

He stumbled back to the bridge where he lived. The small nest he finally built was already 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!"

Whether out of anger or despair, the middle-aged mage took out a magic book and threw a huge series of fireballs towards his tent under the bridge!

boom! ! !
A huge fireball exploded, with thick smoke billowing and flames reaching into the sky.

However, a powerful 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 be throwing your magic at the wrong target. "

A leisurely voice came from the smoke.

Faced with his sudden attack without warning, the other party not only did not get injured and fainted, but was able to talk to him in such a relaxed tone, which showed that the other party's strength was likely to be far stronger than his own.

He just drew his bow without turning back. Comparing his feelings with his own, the middle-aged mage felt that he would not let the attacker go after he was attacked for no reason.

Therefore, he threw out the two magics of Lightning Bolt and Ice Thunder without hesitation, preparing for a desperate fight.

But to his despair, all his magic disappeared, leaving no trace on the other party.

"Humph, I told you, your magic was placed at the wrong target."

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

"Kill me. There's no point in my life 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 right now. "

The white-haired mage walked up to the middle-aged mage.

When the middle-aged mage saw him taking out the magic book, he silently closed his eyes and waited for death.

But the white-haired mage didn't kill him. Instead, he raised his magic book and slapped him hard.

"Davis! You worthless thing, a loser!

Do you want to waste your precious life under this bridge hole, and you don’t even know who the person who killed you is? "

Davis staggered a step after being slapped, covering his face and dumbfounded.

"you know me?"

"Hmph." The white-haired mage sneered:
"I not only know you, I also know your wife. If I hadn't gone far away to pursue the ultimate in magic, she would have been my wife."

Hearing what the other party said, there was a roar in Davis's mind, and he suddenly understood:
"You are Weier's ex-husband, Paulus!"

At this moment, a guilty conscience suddenly filled Davis's heart.

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

"Weier...Weier was beaten by me..."

"Needless to say, I know."

The white-haired mage closed his eyes in pain.

"I have already met Weier, and I have also met you and her daughter.

They couldn't bear the humiliation in Hualian and all committed suicide. "

Davis felt a pain in his heart, and the guilt that he had been suppressing completely overwhelmed his heart.

He knelt down with a pop, lowered his head, and said those words again:

"It's my fault. Just kill me."

"What's the use of killing you."

Paulos stepped on Davis's back and stared at him coldly.

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

But your life shouldn't be wasted here.

Davis, if you want to atone, give everything you have to our cause. "

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

"No, you still have your damn life and the network of relationships you have left behind in business over the years.

Davis, raise your head and look at Bracada now. What do you see? "

Davis was lying on the ground. Through the lights in the distance, he could vaguely see the large abandoned factory.

Recalling the desperate walking corpse in front of the loan office, he murmured and replied:
"I saw disaster, famine, and chaos."

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

Those who are above the throne plunder the wealth of Brakada.

They do whatever they want with the little strength they have.

They don't deserve to be in that position!
Bracada should be run by someone more capable, you know what I mean? "

"You mean, rebel?!"

Davis was shocked:
"Are you crazy? Just you? We have four demigods in Brakada alone."

"Of course it's not just us."

Davis sneered:

"Darkness lurks in the shadows, whispers of burning fire, and the ghostly hand of death. Many forces have become aware of Brakada's problems.

The foundation of the giant tree has rotted away. With just a slight push, the giant tree can be knocked down.

And we, after the big tree falls, will absorb the nutrients of the dead wood and gain new life on the dead wood.

Davis, think about it carefully, if it weren't for those superior bastards, would you be reduced to selling your wife and daughter?
You are already dead. Apart from your life, what else do you have to lose?
Do you want to huddle in this shabby and cold bridge and rot, or do you want to burn the last light of your life and tear this sky apart with us? "

"I……"

Countless scenes from the past flashed through Davis's eyes.

The embarrassment of the big treasury, the clever plundering of the city lord and officials, the cry of the wife, the lamentation of the daughter...

Everything was burned cleanly in the flames that gradually burned 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. "

……

……

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 Calling Mirror], as a mythical building, 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, [-]% 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 2 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 5 million, which exceeds 70.00% 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 damage.

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 his lips:
“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. "

(End of this chapter)