The King Chapter 352

  Chapter 352 The King's Death

   "Finally succeeded!"

   The disgraced Hudson couldn't help sighing.

  After countless failures, he finally completed the transformation of the Xiong Xiong brand feed pills, and made a pill suitable for both animals and animals.

  Looking at the final result, Hudson was speechless after feeling overwhelmed. The growth-promoting pills, which I thought were profound and mysterious, were actually presented in the simplest way.

  Any complex craft is superfluous. The effect of the pill itself on promoting the growth of the monsters is very small. What can really promote the growth of the monsters is the energy extracted from the magic core and magic crystal by the mysterious compass.

  The existence of the pill is to carry these energies, so that the energy can be released slowly after entering the body of the monster, so as to avoid indigestion from rushing into it all at once.

   What is the specific effect? ​​Because the experimental model is too rare, Hudson is temporarily unable to draw a conclusion.

  However, the dose-reduced pills, used to feed pigs and sheep, have exerted remarkable effects, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye every day, and it is estimated that they will be ready for slaughter in three to four months.

   If the cost is not considered, it is definitely the most suitable feed for farming with this stuff.

  Pure natural, no additives, also promotes the evolution of pigs and sheep. If you're lucky, you might be able to achieve bloodline return to your ancestors.

  The large tusks grown by the experimental pigs are the best evidence. The meat quality is better than that of domestic pigs, and its physical fitness is no worse than that of wild boars, especially its ability to turn circles is super strong.

  Stepping out of the laboratory, the refreshed Hudson immediately ordered to the guards: "Send the order, and the selection of Warcraft cubs will begin on the 3rd of next month.

  Family children aged 13 to 30 and generals above centurions in the army can participate.

  The rules consist of two points: being able to recognize the cubs of Warcraft; having sufficient contributions to the territory.

   Those who don't make enough contributions are allowed to owe it in advance, and deduct it from the future credits. The specific standard rules will be announced later. "

  In the recent period, the mother beasts have not been idle either. The number of cubs who gave birth to cubs and those who laid eggs laid eggs. The number of magical beast cubs in the territory has increased dramatically.

  In addition to fulfilling the promised cubs, the number of cubs left in the territory also exceeded thirty.

  According to past experience, the smaller the monster is to cultivate, the easier it is to become dependent on the master, and the closer the cooperation will be in battle.

   Just like the relationship between Hudson and Bear Stearns, it is closer than that with Maxim. The former followed him not long after he was born, and his limited life was basically by his side.

  In addition to the normal contractual relationship, Hudson also worked part-time as a baby daddy and has been taking care of the bear cub.

  Maxim is different. Although there are gaps in the inheritance, it is easy to fool around, but after all, he is an adult dragon over 300 years old, and the contact with Hudson is just the blink of an eye in his dragon life.

   For the Warcraft Legion, Hudson's choice is very simple. The air force uses the descendants of griffins and dragons - Griffin Dragon, and the army cavalry uses the descendants of large lizards and dragons - ground dragons.

   There is no other reason, the main reason is that the number of these two kinds of Warcraft cubs is the largest, and they have the conditions to form an army.

  In fact, Hudson prefers to use the descendants of wyverns and giant dragons as the air force, and the descendants of the armored dragon with big thorns as the army cavalry.

  The cubs behaved differently when they were just born. According to the judgment of the Mage Association, these little guys have the potential to be cultivated into high-level monsters.

  It's a pity that the number of females of these two kinds of monsters is too small. There are still a pair of wyverns, and only one armored dragon. The number of female beasts is scarce, and the output cannot be expected.

   Before the cubs came out, they sent people to discuss compensation issues with Hudson to provide these powerful forces of Warcraft.

  The number of female beasts is too small, and it is impossible to reach the rake base. According to the previous agreement, either keep a cub or make financial compensation.

  It is expected to grow into a cub of a high-level magical beast (level 7, 8, 9), and it also has certain strategic significance to the big forces. No one will give it up easily, so the only way to do it is to give money.

   There were more than one similar incidents. When the mother beast level reached the intermediate level (level 4, 5, 6), the cubs born were taken away by everyone.

  As for the high-level female beast, Hudson has never seen it. It is estimated that everyone knows it well, knowing that these magical beasts with high IQ are not easy to fool, and it is useless to want them to be breeding beasts.

  And the higher the level of the monster, the stronger its own blood, and it is not so easy to be assimilated by the dragon gene. Hybrids born from crossbreeding tend to be polarized.

  Because of the sudden blood pulse, the cub either succeeds in mutation and advances in talent; or fails in mutation and becomes waste directly.

   Mutation is a small probability event after all, and the probability of the latter is significantly greater. Perhaps due to the instinct of reproduction and inheritance of race, high-level monsters reject interracial love.

   Of course, except for Zha Long. The giant dragon in estrus always only cares about its own comfort, and the problems of its offspring are not considered at all.

  Hudson can take it seriously. It doesn't matter if the cubs of low-level monsters are left behind. They are all equipped for their subordinates, and they are not their own mounts. There is no need to set such a high standard, as long as there are enough cubs.

  These magical beast cubs have the blood of a giant dragon. If they are trained well, they also have the hope of advancing all the way.

  According to the Arcanists, if the Yalong beast wants to break through the restriction of racial talent and advance to a higher level, it needs to purify the blood of the dragon.

   Of course, this is limited to theoretical research.

  In real life, Yalong beasts living in the wild do have the lucky ones who break through the limitations of racial talent; but Yalong beasts raised in captivity do not lower their own ranks, which is considered good.

  Perhaps the successful development of a medicine for purifying blood can change this situation. But these are all things in the future. Hudson has not heard of anyone who has made this potion yet.

  In the royal capital, after a period of running-in, the Crown Prince Caesar gradually became familiar with the government affairs of the court and China, and finally had a bit of a monarchy.

   Perseveringly, with the king's long-term absence, the undercurrent swept along. Not only the domestic nobles are restless, but even the big forces abroad are ready to move.

  In a short period of time, the major powers in the Northern Continent temporarily huddled together because of the Warcraft Legion plan, and they were not afraid of some disturbances from the outside world.

   But this kind of alliance is time-sensitive after all. The dragon's estrus could not last, and once the mating was done, the common interest ceased to exist.

   It was originally agreed that everyone would jointly develop a growth-promoting drug, but now it has become a joke.

  Under the trend of selfishness, the major forces involved in research and development all have their own little calculations, and even the daily exchange of results has great reservations.

  So much so that the progress of joint research and development is comparable to a snail, but everyone's individual research and development work is progressing well. All have improved on the original formula, and the specific effect will not be known until it is used.

   "It's all a bunch of jerks!"

  Crown Prince Caesar cursed fiercely.

  International disputes are nothing, everyone is still in the tentative stage, and the storm will not affect the Alpha Kingdom for a while.

  It is different in China. The messages from all over the place all explained the restlessness of the nobles from all over the place.

  Since the "repayment tax" was established, the burden on the minor nobles has been increasing. Layers of money were allocated all the way, and many small nobles who were already in a difficult situation were already struggling to survive.

  This year is only the first year, and the repayment tax amount formulated is not large. At most, it can only be regarded as an appetizer for testing.

  By next year, when this number expands further, the real crisis will begin.

   It seems that the tax bill is inflated all the way, but it is actually a way for the big nobles to constantly test the bottom line of the small nobles, wanting to play with boiling frogs in warm water.

  If you know it, you know it, but the kingdom has no way to stop it. Once the repayment tax is stopped, the kingdom's finances will simply not be able to bear the huge debt.

   Now, the real way to solve the problem is to reduce part of the debt principal every year and keep reducing interest expenses.

  The only problem is that this process is too painful. During the debt repayment cycle, the small nobles in the country did not have a good life.

   "The tax crisis broke out in the southeastern province. The minor nobles who were on the verge of bankruptcy surrounded the governor's mansion and asked the kingdom to reduce or exempt taxes. What do you think?"

  Crown Prince Caesar suppressed his anger and asked.

  It was obviously an action against the Dalton family, but here it became a collective tax resistance of the small nobles. There must be something wrong behind it.

   "Your Highness, it is inappropriate for the Kingdom to directly intervene in this matter. Send a letter directly to Governor Pierce and let him find a solution by himself.

  As long as we don't express our position, we can stay out of the matter no matter what happens next, and finally appear as an arbitrator. If it's mixed in, it's hard to tell.

   Regardless of the fact that the southeastern province is making a big fuss now, in fact, the crisis of the kingdom has never been in the southeastern province. No matter how hard the Dalton family struggled, the Earl of Hudson would still have a headache.

  The threat to us is minimal until the two powers compete to decide the winner. Perhaps the current chaos is Earl Hudson's counterattack.

   A large group of small nobles ran to the Governor's Mansion to cry and sell miserably. It is not so easy to solve. Maybe Governor Pierce will bleed heavily this time. "

  The prime minister, the Grand Duke of Newfoundland, calmly analyzed.

   Regardless of whether the little nobles are resisting taxes or protesting, this hot potato is in the hands of the Dalton family. If the problem is not handled well, then Governor Pierce is incompetent.

  In the past, it didn't matter, all you needed to do was to make an example of others, and the worst thing was to be scolded.

  But the situation is different now, the competitors are still watching from the sidelines, and these extraordinary measures cannot be used at all.

  If a few nobles die at this moment, maybe Earl Pierce is in danger of being impeached and resigned.

  Once this key position is lost, the Dalton family's political advantage will not be so obvious in the next competition.

   "Prime Minister, if we let it go, will it encourage..."

  Before he finished speaking, the palace bell rang. An ominous premonition welled up in the heart of Crown Prince Caesar.

   "Your Highness, something is wrong, Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

  From the sound of people sobbing, everyone guessed the result—Caesar III was going to be cold, or it was already cold.

   Counting the days, although it was a few days earlier than Archbishop Tai Lun estimated, things in life and death are never controllable.

   Regardless of saying hello to everyone, Crown Prince Caesar had already run out of the hall and headed straight for the harem, presumably wanting to see his father off for the last time.

  The ministers followed closely behind. The troubles now are just the precursors of the storm, and the death of Caesar III is when the storm really comes.

  Running all the way to the king's residence, hearing the cries of the palace servants, everyone's tears also fell down.

   There is no need to doubt, it must be Caesar III who passed away. Otherwise, there would not be such a big scene.

  Crown Prince Caesar, who was running ahead, opened the door and looked at the corpse on the hospital bed, and burst into heart-piercing cries.

  He was really sad this wave. The person closest to him left just like that, and in the days to come, no one could shelter him from the wind and rain.

  Recalling the happy time when they were together as children, Crown Prince Caesar cried more and more sadly.

   "Okay, little Caesar. Now is not the time to be sad. Since His Majesty passed away, you have to take over his burden and shoulder the mission of the royal family!"

   Archbishop Tyron said with a sad face.

  The most outstanding monarch of the Alpha Kingdom left just like that. Before he died, he passed away in a coma without even leaving his last words.

   "Your Highness, prepare for the funeral! Since His Majesty has gone, we must let him go in a good way."

  During the speech, the Grand Duke of Newfoundland's tears were also rolling down, showing no sign of his usual calmness.

  The officials behind him also spoke in twos and threes, constantly persuading the crying Crown Prince Caesar.

   Maybe it was enough crying, or maybe everyone's persuasion played a role. Crown Prince Caesar, who was crying into tears, nodded slowly. It's just the words in his mouth, but he can't say it.

  (end of this chapter)

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