Realm of Power

"The annual funding of 500,000 yuan and all the great craftsmen of the Satsuma army are under my command!"

Hearing the fat man's promise, Ridasil's dead heart was touched. The fat man's offer was so generous that Ridasil couldn't even think of rejecting it.

Lidasil is a research-mad person, otherwise he would not have been willing to enter the family's secret laboratory at the age of 20, and once he stayed there, he would live in seclusion for 50 years. Apart from ordinary food and drink, Lidasil only cares about two things every day.

"How many craftsmen can the family allocate for experiments? How much funding can the family allocate to its own projects?"

As the general person in charge of the family's alchemist research, Lida Hill has extremely rich research experience. However, in the past three years, Lida Hill, who has been studying forged catalysts, suddenly became obsessed with something called Explosive Flame Water.

Not only did the family's research on the highest-level forging material, adamantine, progress slowly, but it also injured more than a dozen crucial alchemists. The family had long complained about Lida Hill's lack of business.

Therefore, only a thousand gold coins were allocated for the Explosive Flame project, and not even a big craftsman was allocated. This made the hopeful Lidasil very angry, but he had no choice but to risk it himself and operate it himself.

"No matter how violent the explosion is, it is impossible to tear the knight's strong rebar armor."

Under the concept of "Beyond Steel", the Lida family missed a great invention that could change the whole world, but the fat man took advantage of it.

"You heard it right. All the great craftsmen are entrusted to you. As for the annual research funding of 500,000 yuan, as long as you can satisfy me, I can guarantee that this is only an initial investment, and there will be more investment later!"

The fat man looked at Lida Hill's slightly reddish wrinkled old face and knew that this guy was moved, so he nodded affirmatively.

For this nameless liquid that can produce violent explosions, Fatty knows a famous name in later generations: "**!"

The chemical name in Chinese is "trifluoride". It is an extremely unstable compound that will explode when shaken. It is synonymous with black and death.

Obviously, there was a deviation in Lida Hill's research. Although Fatty still doesn't know why the delayed explosion occurs, he believes that as long as it is improved, this will not be a problem.

Seeing that Riddasil has acquiesced to his request

The fat man was so excited that he wanted to laugh. He originally just wanted to come to the Lida family to see if there was any information about fire fuses. Who knew he would accidentally pick up such a bargain?

Not only did he abduct a top master in the field of alchemy, but he also obtained the formula for **

This time he made a lot of money, and the secret of rebar was kept in Lida Hill's head. This old man who was full of complaints about his family probably didn't have the consciousness to keep the family secrets to the death. This time he definitely killed two birds with one stone.

"Coupled with the black fire yao (monosulfide, dinitrate, and charcoal) invented by our ancestors and the local crude oil, all steel monsters are just paper tigers in the eyes of the fat man. This world ruled by steel is about to change! In the future, The world is mine!"

The fat man hit the horse whip with an ambitious wave of his hand, and it made a crisp sound. I have the world, and it means pointing the country.

Seeing the strange look of his legion commander suppressing a smile, a dozen guards around him turned their heads away in embarrassment, muttering to themselves.

"It's over, my lord started convulsing like crazy again! Ever since he was lying on the hospital bed with his butt wrapped, he has been convulsing several times a day! Unexpectedly, he is still convulsing now that the injury has healed!"

The fat man took Lidashil, escorted by 300 soldiers, along the Sambuga Hills mountain road from where they came, and returned to Zhivadin.

Looking at the heavily armed Samor knights, the caravans along the way naturally made way for the fat men.

Groups of merchants sitting on carriages loaded with goods watched eagerly as the 300 Samoan guards passed by. Many of them even bent down and saluted excitedly.

In the hearts of caravans, these Samoers are the patron saints of merchants. Within the jurisdiction of the Samoers, merchants have almost never encountered bandits. The stable environment stimulates caravans to dare to transport large quantities of goods.

"This is an army to protect businessmen!"

According to the proposal of Baron Siduhan, the new president of the Zhivadin Business Alliance, the Samoan military has just promulgated the "Zhivadin Commercial Insurance Clauses"

When a caravan that suffers robbery and loss is reported to the local Samoer garrison, based on the merchant credit rating certificate issued by the Zhivadin Business Alliance, Samoer will not only provide a certain amount of compensation, but will also quickly send troops to encircle and suppress it.

These measures to protect businessmen were unimaginable before.

Before the Samours, caravans not only had to pay various complicated tariffs thought up by local lords, but were often robbed by poor local lords.

Now all this has been eliminated by the Satsuma people. Not only do they not need to pay customs taxes, but they also have financial support. Not only do businessmen make unprecedented profits, but they also feel that they are equal to the nobles for the first time.

The businessmen were reminded of the words of the famous aristocratic poet Flaubert who lamented the new Kyoto Cresto

“The everlasting light in the dark night is your affectionate eyes. You call me closer every time, Zhivadin, a merchant’s paradise!

At dusk, the fat man arrived outside Rivadin City. The golden afterglow of the setting sun shone on the Satsumauri River outside Rivadin City. The rolling river water sparkled under the setting sun, like a jade belt inlaid with gems.

The many caravans he encountered along the way puzzled Lidasil. Almost every other way, he could see one or several caravans heading towards Daywadin at the same time. This made Lidasil's mind still stuck in the Lord's Pass era. I’m very surprised. In the past, it was a rare miracle to see two caravans together.

"Has the world changed?"

The old man speculated secretly, not knowing that Rivadin was opening its arms to all of Wikia. Lidasir, who had just got off the carriage and was already pale from the bumps, was shocked by the scene before him.

Rivadin, which had a population of only tens of thousands of residents, was now crowded with people. The noisy voices surged like a wave, and people in various costumes came and went with cargo carriages.

Rows of shops stretched from the city gate to several miles away, and several huge trade warehouses formed a trade market. In the street, people are walking around, the bargaining sounds in front of hundreds of shops, the shouts of merchants, and the sound of wheels rolling form a lively picture.

"Yes, the world has really changed!"

Lidashil, who has lived in seclusion for 50 years, feels excited.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see your laboratory!"

Lidashil has not recovered from the shock yet, and the fat man takes Lidashil to a large manor on the top of the mountain outside Zhiwading.

Dense pointed evergreen pines are neatly arranged on both sides of the road. , which can well cover the positions of the hidden sentries on both sides.

The scenery here is beautiful and the environment is quiet. It was originally the property of a great noble in Zhiwading. Later, it was confiscated by Fatty as a punishment. This time, when he wanted to set up a research institute, Fatty first thought of this place.

The terrain is high and the environment is remote. There is only one passage up the mountain in the entire manor, which is both conducive to defense and good at concealment.

Seeing the arrival of Fatty, Caesar Solon, who had already received the order, led dozens of master craftsmen behind him to greet him.

Looking at the beautiful working environment around and the dozens of master craftsmen introduced to him by Fatty, Lidashiel believed in Fatty's sincerity.

Under the leadership of Caesar Solon, Lidashiel pushed open the door of the laboratory. In the space three times more spacious than the cave laboratory, there were neatly arranged rows of various research instruments, and several assistants were already waiting for him there.

Thinking that his dream would continue, Lidashiel was excited and tears filled his eyes.

Lidahil felt that he had lived in vain for the past few decades. Compared with the comfortable environment here, the secret cave where he had stayed for 50 years was really a broken place!