The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

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"Can you really represent the empire?"

Bert was moved.

"If not, what's the point of my coming here?" Xiu Yan said with a wry smile, "Do you want to play house with you?"

"I need time to think," Bott said.

But Xiu Yan shook his head: "You don't have time. The revolutionary army will arrive at the imperial capital in a day and a half. When the time comes, the revolutionary army will drive straight in, and you will have no chance."

Bot took a deep look at Xiu Yan, and finally asked such a sentence: "What is the name of the empire supporting me?"

"Weiguo Outpost." Xiu Yan said with a smile, "I'll give you whatever name you want."

"Must answer now?"

"That's right." Xiu Yan nodded: "Otherwise, I would have to find other people."

Bot's eyes were full of struggles, he looked down at the map, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he saw his hand pointing at a place on the map: "I want this place!"

"No problem!" Xiu Yan took the map and put it away, turned his wrist again, and a big seal appeared on his hand: "Now that place is yours, my lord, do you need to sign any treaty?"

"This...!" Bot was shocked when he saw the thing in his hand: "Why is this thing in your hand!"

Xiu Yan smiled and said: "I said, these days, everything is up to me."

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House saw an unexpected visitor, the guy who had just contradicted him.

He used to be an imperial nobleman who killed the tax collector who came to collect taxes because he was dissatisfied with the tyranny of the empire, but unexpectedly became one of the three founders of the revolutionary army.

It can be seen that it is not only ordinary people who are oppressed, but the ruling class, including many minor nobles, are victims of the cannibal pyramid of the empire.

In fact, there are still many people like House in the revolutionary army. After all, the people who created the proletariat may not have been the proletariat at the beginning, and everyone may just have the same beliefs so they embarked on this road together.

The Revolutionary Army is also willing to join such people. After all, mud legs are mud legs. They need a lot of financial support and more systematic management. Guys from poor backgrounds obviously lack this part of experience.

When House saw Xiu Yan's figure, his eyes were filled with boredom, as if he saw the shadow of the former tax collector.

However, since it was recommended by Najie Xitan, House still decided to meet. Of course, it could be because of something else.

"Baron House." Seeing House's appearance, Xiu Yan said respectfully.

"I'm no longer a baron." House frowned and said, "When I killed the tax collector."

"That's right." Xiu Yan nodded: "I should call you Duke House now, I'm sorry, Grand Duke House."

House was stunned: "What did you say?"

"It seems that you don't know yet." Xiu Yan suddenly said, "By the way, I forgot."

With that said, Xiu Yan handed over a scroll of parchment in his hand.

House opened it suspiciously, and immediately, his body trembled uncontrollably: "Certificate of appointment?"

"Yes."

"Boy, don't lie to me!" Although House said so, he did not tear up the commission, but rolled it up carefully.

"You should be very familiar with the big seal on the Grand Duke." Xiu Yan even changed his words directly: "It's as if it's fake."

House looked down at the commission letter in his hand, he was naturally very familiar with the thing, it was something he had dreamed of!

"What are you going to do?" However, he still looked at Xiu Yan suspiciously.

"I just handed over the empire to someone who can manage it well according to my own ideas." Xiu Yan sighed: "I always think that internal fighting can't solve any problems, it will only exacerbate a series of contradictions, In the end, countless people were killed. This empire wanted to change, and it cost more than tens of thousands of lives? However, if you choose individual methods, such as changing internal policies, a clear and upright official and manager can save tens of thousands of lives. life, why should we not do it?"

As Xiu Yan said, he picked up a bottle of blue potion and drank it down.

"This is?" House asked puzzled.

"My potion." Xiu Yan said with a wry smile, "I'm exhausted from this period. I need this thing to replenish my energy. To tell you the truth, I haven't closed my eyes for a day and a night since I wiped out Ornest."

House's heart moved, and he opened his mouth slightly: "That was really hard work, but I want to know... what can I do?"

Xiu Yan smiled in his heart, and the map was rolled out again.

He pointed to a place in the southwest and said, "This is your previous territory, Grand Duke, right?"

In fact, Zhanmei's world view is a bit strange, that is, it is clearly centralized, but there are many nobles, and it has a soft appearance of Chinese and Western civilizations. The nobility is not like the traditional Western nobility, but the official-style nobility, that is, both an official and an aristocrat. There is no local emperor aristocrat like in the West, nor is there an official system like in the East.

Looking at the pitiful dots on the map, House nodded: "That's right."

Xiu Yan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and circled the map, and said, "Now, this is your territory, where you can formulate your own laws, taxes, and have your own army."

"So what do I need to do for the Empire?"

House may not have realized it himself, but he has accepted the new title.

"Admit that you are the territory of the empire, and... you will only serve as the king when necessary in the future."

"That's it?" House seemed to be unable to believe it: "How could it be just like this?"

"This is the treatment you should enjoy." Xiu Yan said with a smile: "Or... what do you think of the name "one country, two systems?"

House's eyes were full of eagerness, but he was still a little worried: "This...is not my territory."

"You have your Majesty's letter of commission." Xiuyan pointed to House's parchment: "At that time, you only need to take your own people to occupy this place." Xiuyan pointed to the map: "The rest , it’s already a matter of course, Ernest is dead, you don’t even need to worry about the resistance of the old local nobles, their troops are now marching towards the empire, this is your chance, if you settle down, even if It's not good for His Majesty to seal your territory casually, let alone such people who already have people."

House's face was already full of longing.

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"Boom!"

On the huge batfish, Xiu Yan fell on the back of the fish, and he only felt that the sky was dim for a while.

He drank eight bottles of mental power potion, worth about 2,000 points, but even so, he couldn't stop his mental power consumption. It was too difficult for him to fool people with his current talent, so Xiu Yan You can only use quantity to measure quality, and through a lot of inducements, you can gradually lead people into the pit you dug.

The result is that his mental strength is now severely overdrawn, and his head hurts badly after thinking about it for a while.

Najie Xitan looked at Xiu Yan with regret, and couldn't bear to say: "I'm sorry, even though this is the case, the congressmen haven't changed anything."