My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 350 - 122. Money, Power and Future_3

Chapter 350: 122. Money, Power and Future_3

But the redhead girl was amused by this question.

She really wanted to retort directly to Maxim which eye of his saw her enjoying power in the survivor camp? By Charldo Harbor’s standards, this place was just a large refugee camp so what power could she enjoy?

But then, her expression subtly shifted.

Educated and enriched by knowledge, she knew how to infer. The scene of Sir Morphy being conferred the title of Earl Cardman last night was still fresh in her mind.

He had now acquired lawful ruling rights!

So, it’s hard to say this refugee camp might not evolve into a gathering place like Cardman City in the future, and given Morphy’s identity and character, it’s hard for him to really rule. And thus, as she was currently his most trusted manager...

The city lord of the future?

Possibly even further?

At this thought, Milian’s breath grew abruptly rapid and then she held her breath, looking again at the luxuries before her. Suddenly, those glittering things didn’t seem so tempting anymore.

Morphy wasn’t paying much attention to Milian’s change of mind at the time, for he was happily surfing the internet.

In a gamers group chat, he was having animated discussions with a bunch of bored players waiting for resurrection, chatting from the latest popular music to borderline vulgar jokes. He even got some netizens to share a few popular songs for him to listen to at his leisure.

Then he looked up for a moment and saw Milian across the table, staring at him steadily.

In her glasses, there was an eagerness, joy, hesitation, and a rapidly increasing decisiveness mixing and dancing, hiss... this radial pattern was actually quite creepy.

"So, are you satisfied with the rewards I’ve offered?"

Morphy asked in his usual elegant and proper manner:

"If these are not enough, we can discuss more. My warriors have found some priceless artwork from the city ruins, perhaps you can take them and sell them in Charldo Harbor?

The money we make from them, we will split 70-30."

"You need the money for food purchases, right?"

Milian suddenly asked:

"Have you finally noticed it’s nearly October and we’re entering late autumn? Given Transylvania’s climate and our current manpower, there’s no time left for farming.

This coming winter, you must buy enough food from outside, and you must implement a stricter rationing system to possibly cover the now and potential surge in refugee population in your territory. Not to mention if the two countries actually return captive Blood Servants from the war, that’ll be a lot of extra expenditure.

It’s very risky!

In my first session in the Administrative Department, the tutors emphasized that eating up reserves is the worst-case scenario for any regime.

It is necessary not only to conserve, but also to find sources of revenue."

"Oh?"

Morphy blinked, asking with interest:

"So, do you have a good solution?"

"Mines!"

Milian flipped over her notebook and said:

"There are several abandoned mines near the Polluted Swamp in southern Transylvania. The mines were an important source of ores, but during the ten-year war, the miners were drafted to the front lines by the vampires.

Givent our current manpower, we can’t get those mines up and running in at least half a year. But when I was studying in Charldo Harbor, in the local newspapers, I often saw ads for prospecting teams of the Brass Dwarfs.

The dwarves have an endless demand for ore, we can handover those mines to them and directly exchange food from them.

The dwarves surely will use this opportunity to reduce the price, they are cunning and not broad-minded, but those useless mines can definitely be exchanged for at least enough food for the survivor’s camp."

"Good idea!"

After Morphy praised, he asked again:

"But how do we contact them?"

"Use this!"

Milian pointed to the Calculating Pearl on her wrist, she continued:

"Considering the distance between the Polluted Swamp and Brass Castle, as long as we set up an information transfer station near the Smugglers’ Forest, we will be able to contact the dwarves in the Dark Mountain Range’s mines. Do you think they built the Brass Castle only to fend off the monsters of the Dark Mountains?

Not at all!

Our professor of economics explained in detail, the dwarves initially did this to get the rare minerals in the Dark Mountain Range, and the defense against the Black Disaster was a coincidental outcome afterwards.

If you trust me, I can handle this."

"Of course, I trust you. Go ahead."

Morphy generously delegated the task, so Milian stood up, took her organized files, nodded lady-like, said goodbye, and headed for the exit.

"Hey, you forgot something."

Morphy reminded her from behind:

"Your gold..."

"The territory needs this gold more now."

Milian waved her hand without looking back:

"As a lord, you should use your wealth more cautiously. When I need money, I’ll come to you. By then, it won’t just be some gold to send me on my way."

After saying this, her figure disappeared at the door.

Maxim closed the gold box and said to Morphy:

"So, changing the mind of a clever person is simply done, my lord, so simple that it only needs a hint."

"This is because the more wisdom one has, the more one thinks, the more one thinks, the more temptation there is, and once there is too much temptation, there is less room for wisdom in the mind. So, the more wisdom one has, the less wisdom one has.

This tells us that clever people are not to be feared.

What is feared is those intelligent ones who can resist temptation and who do not have an inflated sense of their intelligence."

Morphy stood up in the dim room, made a joke with his loyal servant that might cause his CPU to burn out,and explained:

"In fact, Milian’s thought never changed, she has only staked her present as collateral to make an investment betting on the future. I may have found out what she really wants. I should also give her a chance to show her abilities, don’t you think?"