Lord of Secrets

"Act on Air Pollution Control":

"For the ten major industrial specifications such as shoe polish factory, lead white factory, and foundry factory..."

Ubermo thought for more than ten seconds and finally gave the instruction:

"Order it to be rectified..."

In the following time, he either passed some bills and specified some treatment methods, or directly vetoed them and put a big "X" on them.

After finishing correcting the last document, Ubermo rubbed his eyes and forehead, then picked up the slightly cold Mosul coffee on the side.

——Sweet, slightly bitter.

Correcting these documents and bills really hurt his head. There were even many outrageous suggestions, such as how to distribute food to rats so that when the rats are full, they will not eat the farmers' food, and there will be no rats. Disaster.

Why didn't he share his flesh with them?

Ubermo felt that the other person's head was probably full of excrement. He thought he was easy to fool, so he couldn't bear it anymore and added directly at the end:

"Remove his status as a member of parliament."

——The emperor can do whatever he wants.

…

Soon the time came to half past seven.

Coming out of the bathroom, Ubermo went to the dining room.

The dining room is extremely luxurious and spacious, with crystal chandeliers overhead, expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls, and precious objects placed on the wooden shelves...

In the middle, there is a long table several meters long, with foie gras, fried keel fish, baked lobster...Emile wine, mist champagne...

Just one meal is worth several years to others.

He lamented the corruption of the nobles, but Ubermo was not too repelled. After all, it was like this in any era. All he could do was to make the common people live a better life.

Ubermo and Fournadie sat together.

There weren't many rules in their house, even when Somervi was still there, especially now that they were the only two left to depend on each other.

"Brother, what are you doing this afternoon?" Furnady cut off a small piece of foie gras with a silver knife, chewed it in small mouths, and said casually.

Ubermo cut the peeled lobster into several small pieces with a knife and fork, put them on Furnady's plate, and replied: "Go to Amora Church and Samuel Church to discuss cooperation with them. "

"Hmm... um..." Furnadai happily ate the shrimp that Ubermo put on her plate, but she didn't really care about these things at all.

…

After dinner.

Ubermo returned to the room and memorized the formulas of the secret medicine for the demigods and below in the Blazing Sun Pathway one by one. As for the demigod formula, that was a secret.

Even the bishop of Huiyao Church may not know it at all. After all, the formula of the secret medicine is of great importance, and it is easy to be targeted if it is leaked.

Therefore, the only way to do this is to wait until Ubermo is about to be promoted to demigod, and then ask for the prepared secret medicine from the Huiyao Church with the certificate.

Let's see if we can put it into the illusory sea of ​​stars... Looking at the formula in his hand, Ubermo immediately thought that it would be better to store this kind of thing.

But how to put it is a problem.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ubermo quickly said silently in Gulamoth language:

“The Dreamweaver who governs miracles;

“The mysterious sojourner in the mist;

"The glorious master of the illusory star sea."

Guramoth is a language that contains mysterious power. The syllables and rhythms it emits can mobilize natural forces, and it is often used in various rituals.

In this regard, ancient languages ​​such as Elvish and Giants usually have this characteristic, but in comparison, other languages ​​are almost lost.

In the prayer ceremony at this time, Ubermo omitted gestures. After all, the most important thing in the prayer ceremony was the honorific name, as long as the corresponding god could be contacted.

Immediately, Ubermo went into meditation.

In the hall where stars and darkness intertwined, Ubermo looked at the sea of ​​stars on the dome, feeling whether any stars were calling him.

At this time, the mist was boiling, stars were falling, and ancient stars seemed to be summoned from the depths in the illusory star sea on the dome.

Its color is colorful.

Communicating with the star, Ubermo could see the still picture of himself with his eyes closed before, which was the scene when he was praying.

At the same time, chanting sounds came from the stars.

His consciousness came out of his body, communicated with the colorful stars, connected with the mist, and gave orders to them. Immediately, the stars bloomed, the mist thinned, and a slightly illusory portal appeared in front of him.

——It is made up of countless small stars, like the cemetery and destination of the stars, with a seemingly gray mist exuding from it.

next moment.

The parchment disappeared and appeared in the main hall.

Ubermore sat on the huge chair, the fog billowing from behind, instantly covering the space behind the chair, and he threw the formula into the fog.

"It's okay, just needs a little spirituality."

Feeling the drain on his spirituality, Ubermo was thankful that he could develop express delivery services in the future.

After all, he is just a switch. The power provided comes from the fog and the illusory star sea. What he pays is a little spirituality and spiritual power.

…

After everything was done, Ubermore returned to reality.

He was thinking about playing "The Burning Man."

"Burner" literally means believers who were tied to the cross and burned at the stake.

The information he received from Archbishop Alare stated that - "burning victims" are people who suffer and are not understood.

Inexplicably, Ubermo's mind wandered.

He thought of the domineering extremes of Hui Yao's followers.

Seeing the leopard through the tube, there is a reason for this.

——I spread the glory of the eternal sun. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. I just want to spread it. If you don’t accept it, just fight. If you have the guts, come and burn me...

Thinking back, Ubemo continued to think:

The key point here is "disciple". As a believer, of course you must have faith or belief. Everything you do for this, even if it is not understood, even if you suffer for it, you must carry it out.

——This is the role of "fire torturer".

With his eyes slightly bright, Ubermo thought:

"Then I can also issue some bills, even if it offends some nobles, it doesn't matter, and this is suffering, bearing the infamy of the nobles...

"And the belief is for the Feroza Empire, for the many people of the Feroza Empire..."

In fact, if some bills that anger the common people are issued, the belief is for the lives of the nobles, and the role-playing will surely be faster.

But Ubermo couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart. He couldn't strengthen such a belief, and it was too stupid to make himself a tyrant at the beginning.

In the following time, Ubermo thought about how to promulgate a reasonable policy, which was crucial. After all, if it was too radical and damaged too many interests of the nobles, even if he was a dictatorial emperor, it would cause some turmoil in the empire.

A few minutes later, he thought of a policy.

-"Guarantee Decree".

Families with an annual income of 100 to 200 pounds are forced to donate 1 pound each year; those with an annual income of more than 200 pounds to 3,000 pounds are forced to donate 1 pound each year; 1% of income is required to be donated; families with an income of more than 3,000 pounds are required to donate 50 pounds each year.

The money will be used to establish a "security fund".

The target recipients are: families with an annual income of less than 10 pounds who have lost their spouses and raise children alone; families with children whose husbands are injured and unable to work and whose annual income is also less than 10 pounds.

These are just Ubemo's initial ideas, but if they want to implement them, they need to consider more issues, and Qinlund will be better at this.

Outside the window, the blue moonlight shines into the house.

…

At nine o'clock in the morning, in the study.

Ubemo looked at Qinlund and handed him the pale yellow letter in his hand. This was the draft he wrote last night, and he was going to consult the other party's opinion.

Taking the letter, Qinlund read it carefully, frowning from time to time. After thinking for a while, he said:

"Setting the annual income to more than 100 pounds is still too low. It should be set to more than 400 pounds, otherwise it will cause turmoil.

"In the end, it was collected compulsorily in the name of a subsidy tax, but the external publicity was that they donated voluntarily to fulfill their reputation."

Ubemo pondered for a while and had a slight understanding of the last point in the name of a subsidy tax, but for the first point, he still needed the other party's professional explanation.

In response to Ubemo's question, Qinlund considered it for a while, and then said:

"The uncertainty of a family with an annual income of 100 pounds is too high, and it may go bankrupt at any time due to unexpected accidents. 200 pounds is considered the lower middle class.

"According to the "Annual Income Family Report of Vimo Frey in 864", there are at least 200,000 families in Vimo Frey with an annual income of 100 pounds. "

The main trading currency of the Feroza Empire is paper money, with three currency units: pounds, soli, and pennies.

1 pound is equal to 20 soli, and 1 soli is equal to 20 pence.

The denominations of pounds and soli are 1, 5, and 10; and the denominations of pennies are 1/2, 1, 5, and 10.

A 1-pound rye bread costs two and a half pence, and the monthly rent of a single-family house is 4 to 10 pounds, and the annual rent is about 48 to 120 pounds.

This is the price of Vimoffrey.

Of course, this is a single-family house. Houses, rents are expensive.

Having said that, Ubermo felt that he had indeed not considered it carefully. Their annual income was 100 pounds, which was much better than most people, but their life was not that good.

House rent is a big money swallower.

And this is just Vimo Frey. If each household paid one pound, there would be 200,000 pounds. Considering the entire Feroza Empire, this would be a huge sum of money.

The danger is self-evident.

After all, these residents with an annual income of 100 pounds are not as good as those upper middle class people with an annual income of 400 pounds. Class, they may donate 1 pound to the church, or throw a few pennies to see who is pitiful, but they are not allowed to be forced to donate.

They also need to leave a certain amount of funds for insurance, and if they are willing, there is nothing to say even if they go bankrupt due to accidents.

And the base of this group of people is so large that some dissatisfied nobles will secretly incite them. For example, a family with an annual income of 100 pounds is forced to donate 1 pound, resulting in no capital turnover.

And that pound, that family can avoid bankruptcy, and they hang themselves in despair, poor their two children...

Ubermo instantly thought of many possibilities. They would not think that this is just an example. They would imagine themselves as that family if they were provoked...

At that time, there would be a large-scale protest, and those middle-class people would hold signs that read: The laws of the Feroza Empire state that the property of residents is sacred and inviolable...

Elski once said:

"In a country, at least 90% of white-haired Jacks and their sheep."

This comes from a real example:

"Jack thought he was Aries' child because he had abundant white hair, so he gave Aries all the delicious food. Aries gradually stopped eating grass, and Jack became malnourished and thin because he gave everything to Aries.

"One day, Aries' wool was too long and too fat, covering his eyes, and he was tripped by a stone and fell down the hillside.

"And Jack was tripped by a stone when he was rushing to save Aries from the hillside because of malnutrition and physical weakness, and eventually died..."

Ubemo thought that Elski was right. Most people are stupid. They will be instigated by others and will not consider the consequences at all.

...

"Then donate 1 pound per year for 400 pounds to 800 pounds; donate 10 pounds per year for more than 800 pounds to 2,000 pounds; donate 25 pounds per year for more than 2,000 pounds to 5,000 pounds; donate 50 pounds for more than 5,000 pounds."

Ubemo clapped his hands and said.

Qinlund did not object.

So, Ubemo asked:

"How much is the appropriate amount of funding?"

Qinlund recalled the information he had learned in his mind, pondered for a while, and said slowly:

"A small house with 12 people needs to rent about 2 soli per month, about 1 pound 2 soli per year. The monthly rent of an ordinary rental house is 1 pound 4 soli, which is considered to be a good living condition, and the annual rent is 13 pounds 8 soli."

After a pause, he said:

"And this is just the rent."