Chapter 553： special envoy (1/2)

The long and cold winter is finally over.

The fog that lasted for a whole winter finally began to retreat from the Great Plains of Olde, and the whole world seemed to be clear with the arrival of spring. The daily wind is still cold, but it is not like the previous days. Cold and biting, the snow begins to melt, the ice melts into flowing water, and the thin stream of snow and ice flows down from the black roofs and spires of Oldenan, immersing the entire city in a vapor— - Thanks to the new drainage system built more than ten years ago, these ablative snow can smoothly enter the underground waterway. People don't have to worry that these extra "streams" will bubble the foundation of the building, so the city will melt away. It is no longer an annoying thing, but it has become an alternative landscape.

The black carriage with the Wendell family's emblem drove past the Imperial Avenue, and the wheels made a creaking sound on the wet stone pavement. He was sitting in the carriage and looking through the opening in the window cover. On the scene.

It’s early in the morning, the sun just illuminates the street. At this point in the past, there are almost no pedestrians on the street, but there are a lot of civilians in the sight of the Duke of Dinantan. They wear gray flops. The thick clothes, the felt hat or the woolen hat, walked forward in one direction. In the cold wind of the early spring, these people shook a little, but they still hurried and did not stop.

"Women of the textile mill..." Duke Dinantan whispered, "Going out so early."

Following the housekeeper who has been with him for many years, sitting in the seat opposite the carriage, the loyal old friend explained: "In order to encourage the new factory, His Majesty has issued a decree, and the vehicles that transport cotton can enter the city in the early morning and do not collect taxes. The working hours of the textile mills are very early."

"Is it going to work an hour earlier..."

The old duke groaned and couldn't help but glanced out the window.

He saw more textile factory workers coming out of their homes, heading for the direction of the factory, and seeing the vehicles hanging with the emblems of the Empire and the emblem of the Industrial Construction Association rushing past. It was the big car that transported the magic net parts... ...

On Platinum Avenue, he saw an old warehouse that had been razed to the ground. The building belonged to Viscount Mori, and the viscount had decided to build a spinning factory on the land originally occupied by the warehouse; He saw a high-rise chimney emitting smoke, which is the new burning stone acidification plant that is processing the abundance of fertilizer that can be used as fertilizer...

The smelly smoke from the chimneys of the sulphuric acidification plant can be heard almost everywhere - of course, the Duke of Dinantan knows that this is just his own illusion.

The chimney is 100 meters high, and the smoke emitted will only dissipate in the sky, which will not affect the ground.

But the old duke couldn't help but frown.

Factory, magic net, boiler, high chimney, the hot "investment era"... It seems like it popped up overnight, suddenly it is everywhere, it seems that everyone is participating, it seems everyone They are all very happy.

The old duke who spent most of his life in the core of the empire has never seen anything that will suddenly develop like this. He thinks he is not a conservative, but these new things are coming out... Very uncomfortable feeling.

“Recently, even the things discussed in the aristocratic parliament have become a factory and a cotton bill,” said Dinantan, shaking his head. “The textile mill opened by the Viscount Hemir has pulled a lot of people to invest. ”

“After all, the fabrics weaved by the new textile mills are many and good,” said the butler. “I heard that Mrs. Mira also wanted to open a textile factory, but could not buy a machine – the machine was not enough.”

"I can see the fabrics they have woven," said the Duke of Dinantan. "It's still solid, but it's a rough one, and there is no taste at all."

The housekeeper opened the hand: "...but for the average person, that is a good cloth, sir."

The Duke of Dinantan frowned. After a brief silence, he could only sigh slightly: "Probably I am old."

“You are still an important pillar of this country,” said the butler. “The Emperor’s Majesty is in need of you.”

When Di Dinan did not respond to the steward, he just looked ahead, and the palace wall of the Obsidian Palace was already in sight.

It is said that a few special messengers came to the Imperial Capital. These messengers brought news from the southern part of the mainland, and their status was honorable. His Majesty’s sudden sudden call to enter the palace should be for this matter.

The empire is booming and everything seems to be developing at a rapid pace.

However, I don't know why, there is always a faint uneasiness.

Obsidian Palace.

This awkward palace stands as it stood there, standing in the center of this empire, even though it was only the "new palace" built two hundred years ago, but the palace's deep tones and solemn and calm style still carry a kind of As if to be able to stand a thousand years of dignity, when entering this palace, Judi Nan had some gloomy mood gradually settled down.

He walked toward the emperor's living room, and the crisp creaking between the boots and the marble slabs stopped his footsteps as he passed through the Nightingale Hall.

An old magician with a black robe and a gloomy temperament came across from the opposite side. An unpleasant rustling or creeping sound accompanied the footsteps of the old magician, and a young man who looked like he was in his early twenties. The female mage is behind the old wizard.