Chapter 807: The Decaying Empire
Saeed was not a big shot in Bracada.
At first, no one even cared about his death, until his death became relevant to everyone.
When the sun is shining, no one cares about the candle burning quietly.
But when the night falls, the candle is the only light.
After Sa'ed's death, the last of the reserve councillors who had fought for the interests of the unemployed mages disappeared from the Grand Council.
According to the rules of the Grand Council, a proposal put forward by a member of the Council that has not been implemented for two years will automatically become invalid when the member leaves the Grand Council.
If the proposal needs to be restarted, other members of parliament will need to re-propose it.
In the real world, such regulations would undoubtedly be very confusing. How can a policy that has already been formulated be abolished just because the person who formulated it is no longer around?
But in the Yasa world, this is very normal.
In a world where great power belongs to individuals, those who make policy are themselves part of the policy.
Many times, members of the Grand Council, reserve members, and the groups behind them are also the policy makers, implementers beneficiaries.
As soon as Saeed died, the policies he proposed, such as [more public routes], [building basic colleges], [minimum protection for unemployed mages], etc., were all abolished.
Often, when a member of the Council dies or is expelled from the Grand Council, someone else will take over the policies they were about to repeal.
But Saeed is an exception.
The beneficiaries of the policy he proposed were only the down-and-out mages in the entire Bracada, not even himself.
This naturally made other members of parliament have no interest in his policies.
It’s just like, in real life, many policies of some great men were quickly abolished after their death.
Unfortunately, the beneficiaries of Saeed's policies, the down-and-out mages, have no ability to influence the decisions of the Grand Council.
They can only passively accept reality.
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"Not paying it anymore?! Not paying the minimum guarantee?! Sir, why is that?!
I queued up so hard to get a spot, how can you just not give it to me?"
A middle-aged wizard with slightly ragged clothes was lying in front of a window, very excited.
Outside the window, the originally eye-catching and conspicuous sign of "Minimum Security Distribution Center" has been removed and replaced with "Microcredit Loan Center".
A young wizard leaned out of the window and said sympathetically:
"Uncle, let's give up what we should give up.
Don't make things difficult for me, I'm just a worker.
It says not to post, what can I do? "
The middle-aged wizard's lips trembled, and he still asked unwillingly:
"Little brother, I'm really in trouble. Can you help me apply again?"
"Uncle, if you are really in trouble, why don't you go back and see if there is anything you can mortgage at home.
As for me, I can only borrow it now, I can’t send it out.
This is what it means. No matter how much you tell me, I can’t help you.”
"mortgage……"
The middle-aged wizard had a sad face and sat on the ground dejectedly.
“I no longer have any collateral.
My wizard tower, my factory, and my shop were all taken away.
In order to turn things around, I even mortgaged my daughter and wife to the big treasury and bought a boat to go out to sea.
As a result, the boat capsized.
I lost my money, my property, my wife and my daughter. I have nothing left.”
In the window, there was no expression .
If he heard such a story at the beginning, he might have expressed sympathy politely.
But now, he has heard too many similar stories, his ears are callused and his heart is numb.
The square of the lending office was already filled with zombies like the middle-aged wizard.
They are not dead, they are still alive, but they are just alive.
"Uncle, if you don't have collateral, please leave. There are still many people waiting in line behind you."
"I'll leave now." The middle-aged wizard held onto the windowsill and slowly jumped down.
He took a breath, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't say anything.
He turned around, took two steps, and was about to leave, but then stopped, stomped his feet hard, and returned to the windowsill.
He leaned on the windowsill, stretched his head, and asked the young wizard:
"Young man, do you know the candidate for the seat of Sa'ed? The big shot who entered the Grand Council?
He promised us that he would get us the minimum protection.
I even went to the City Lord's Castle to cast my vote of recommendation for him.
He is now..."
"Senator Sa'ed, of course I know." The young wizard sighed:
"Don't place your hopes on him.
I heard that he is dead. It is because of his death that the minimum security will be cancelled. "
"He's dead... He, dead?"
The middle-aged wizard's eyes lost their last bit of luster, and their gaze became completely cloudy.
He forgot how he left the security office. He only remembered that he seemed to have bumped into a few people on the way and apologized several times.
He returned to the bridge where he lived in a daze, but the little nest he had built with great difficulty had already been occupied by another wizard.
This made the middle-aged wizard particularly angry.
"I'm already in such a miserable state, and you still come to bully me!"
Not sure whether it was because of anger or despair, the middle-aged wizard took out a magic book and threw a huge series of fireballs towards his tent under the bridge!
boom!!!
A huge fireball exploded, with thick smoke billowing and flames shooting into the sky.
However, a powerful shield blocked the fireball firmly.
"We are all miserable people, why should we hurt each other?
Your magic is very good, but you seem to be throwing your magic at the wrong target."
A leisurely and contented voice was heard from the smoke.
Faced with his sudden attack without any warning, the other party was not injured or fainted, but was able to speak to him in such a relaxed tone, which shows that the other party's strength is very likely far stronger than his own.
But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Putting himself in the other person's shoes, the middle-aged wizard felt that he would not let the attacker go after being attacked for no reason.
Therefore, he threw out the two magic spells of Lightning Thunder and Ice Thunder in succession without hesitation, preparing for a desperate fight.
But to his despair, all his magic disappeared, leaving no trace on the other party.
"Heh, heh, I told you, your magic was aimed at the wrong target."
Seeing the white-haired wizard walking out from the smoke, the middle-aged wizard closed his eyes in despair.
"Just kill me. There's no point in me living anyway."
"Want to die? Haha, I always think that death is the easiest thing in the world.
If you want to die, I can satisfy you now."
The white-haired wizard walked up to the middle-aged wizard.
When the middle-aged wizard saw him take out the magic book, he silently closed his eyes and waited for death.
But the white-haired wizard did not kill him. Instead, he raised his magic book and slapped him hard.
"Davis! You are a good-for-nothing, a loser!
You want to waste your precious life under this bridge, and you don't even know who killed you?"
Davis staggered a step after being slapped, covering his face like a fool.
"Do you know me?"
"Humph." The white-haired wizard sneered:
“Not only do I know you, I also know your wife.
If I hadn't left my hometown to pursue the ultimate in magic, she would have been my wife."
Hearing what the other party said, Davis' mind rumbled, and he immediately understood:
"You're Ver's ex-husband, Paulus!"
At this moment, a feeling of guilt suddenly filled Davis' heart.
Just two months ago, he had mortgaged his wife and daughter.
"Weier...Weier was..."
"No need to say it, I know."
The white-haired wizard closed his eyes in pain.
“I’ve met Wei’er, and I’ve also met you and her daughter.
They couldn't bear the humiliation they suffered in the flower alley and committed suicide."
Davis felt a pain in his heart, and the guilt that he had been suppressing completely overwhelmed his heart.
He knelt down with a plop, lowered his head, and said the same words again:
"It's my fault. Kill me."
"What's the point of killing you?"
Paulus stepped on Davis's back and stared at him coldly.
"You are indeed a damn scum, and I will definitely teach you a lesson.
But your life should not be wasted here.
Davis, if you wish to atone for your sins, then devote your all to our cause."
"What do you want, Paulus? I have nothing left."
"No, you still have your miserable life and the network of relationships you have built up over the years of doing business.
Davis, look up and see Bracada now, what do you see?"
Davis was lying on the ground. Through the lights in the distance, he could vaguely see the large abandoned factory.
Recalling the desperate zombies in front of the loan office, he murmured in reply:
"I saw disaster, famine, and devastation."
"Yes, disaster, famine, devastation, and endless opportunities.
Those who are high and mighty are content with their positions and are plundering the wealth of Bracada.
They rely on the little power they have to do whatever they want.
They don't deserve to be in that position at all!
Bracada, it should be run by someone more capable, do you understand me?"
"You mean, rebel?!"
Davis was shocked:
"Are you crazy? Just you? We have four demigods in Bracada alone."
"Of course it's not just us."
Davis sneered:
"The darkness lurking in the shadows, the whispers of burning flames, the ghostly hands of death, many forces have become aware of Bracada's problems.
The roots of the giant tree are rotten, and it can be knocked down with just a slight push.
And we, after the big tree falls, will absorb the nutrients from the rotten wood and gain new life on the rotten wood.
Davis, think about it carefully, if it weren't for those high-ranking bastards, would you have fallen to the point of selling your wife and daughter?
You are already a dead man. What else do you have to lose except your life?
Do you want to rot in this dilapidated and cold bridge hole, or do you want to burn the last bit of light in your life and tear up this sky with us? "
"I……"
Countless past scenes flashed through Davis' eyes.
The embarrassment of the great treasury, the plundering of the city lord and officials, the crying of the wife, the wailing of the daughter...
Everything was burned cleanly in the fire that gradually ignited in his eyes.
He tried to straighten himself up and push away the foot that was pressing on his back.
"Ex-husband, I'm joining you."
Paulus laughed viciously:
"Okay, smart move."
"Ex-husband, what should I do now?"
Having made up his mind, Davis was no longer confused and asked directly:
“You need to restore your previous status as a wealthy businessman. We will give you a large sum of gold coins so that you can buy back everything you mortgaged.
Then, I want you to recruit all the unemployed mages in the name of recruiting workers.
To accomplish great things, powerful heroes are essential, but a capable and battle-hardened army is also a necessity.
They have nowhere else to turn, and any charity can buy their lives."
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Crash~~~~
Under the calm ocean, a large group of sea dragons are escorting a small underwater island slowly forward.
Relying on the power of the Holy Sea Dragon, Qi Ge dragged the [Dragon Summoning Mirror] along the seabed and transported it to the Arctic Ocean bit by bit.
[Dragon Summoning Mirror] As a mythical building, it is extremely difficult to move.
Therefore, the speed of the seven pigeons is very slow.
Originally, Qi Ge was planning to use the Hammer of Sequencing to pack up the Dragon Summoning Mirror, then take it to the Arctic Ocean and release it.
However, the Dragon Summoning Mirror is very special, and even the Hammer of Sequencing is powerless against it.
In desperation, they could only resort to the dumbest method.
On the Dragon Summoning Mirror, Ke Ruoke was facing a conch, listening and nodding continuously.
"Okay, I understand. You continue to hide and wait for instructions."
Ke Ruoke put down the conch, exhaled, and said to the seven pigeons beside her:
“My Lord, just as you expected, Bracada’s collapse has begun.
Currently, 99% of Bracada's profitable assets are in the hands of top dignitaries and Titans, and these assets do not require any mage employees.
Now, the number of registered unemployed mages alone has exceeded 260 million.
These are the registered ones, and there are many more that are not registered.
According to rough estimates, there are about 500 million unemployed mages in Bracada, which is more than 70% of the total mage population.
Fights, robberies, and all kinds of unrest have occurred.
In some shops in the main cities, there would often be groups of desperate mages who would rob the shops.
All the shops in Inwu Territory have locked their goods. Even rice worth only 1 gold coin is packed in anti-magic cabinets worth 200 gold coins.
Good news also came from Negan, Ofer, the Thieves Guild and Diya. The infiltration personnel they sent out easily established a puppet organization.
Although these puppet organizations are a group of rabble, they have no problem causing damage.
My Lord, the time has come. Shall we, the fairies, raise our flags and begin the great journey of liberation?"
Qi Ge looked in the direction of Bracada and raised the corner of his mouth:
“No, it’s not the right time yet, it’s not messy enough.
Bracada is still a little far from being terminally ill, but it is almost there.
There is no more money to be made among the people, and the appetite of those guys in Thunder City will only grow bigger and bigger.
This will inevitably lead to conflict between the Grand Council and the localities.
When those high-ranking city lords have become food for the Great Council, it will be time for us to take action."
But Ruoke is a little confused:
“My Lord, those councillors are in high positions after all, and the mayors of each branch city are all powerful helpers in stabilizing their rule.
Are they so short-sighted?
Qi Ge's eyes flickered:
"They may not, but they still have descendants, those who hold great power but have never experienced hardship, who will squeeze all the resources they can squeeze to satisfy their own selfish desires without any measure.
You could never guess what Trosa's son is doing now.
Just wait and see, Ke Ruoke, the story of Bracada will be more exciting than you can imagine."
