Chapter 97 Mel’s Day (please order first~)

At 7:00 in the morning, Mel Myrdalda woke up from her 200-square-meter bedroom on time.

Get up, take a shower, wash up, put your hair into a bun under the service of a servant, and put on a slim-fitting aristocratic dress.

At 7:15, have breakfast with representatives of the Shurima Chamber of Commerce in the banquet hall.

At 7:45, met with the Piltover Daily reporter and took publicity photos.

At 7:55, close your eyes and rest for 5 minutes.

At 8:00 sharp, listen to the daily briefing compiled by your personal maid on time.

Mel took a sip of coffee to dispel the lingering sleepiness.

In front of outsiders, she is a wealthy person that everyone envies. But sometimes she feels more like a machine.

Cheer up, concentrate, adjust your manners according to noble etiquette, sit up straight, then pick up the daily briefing presented by the personal maid, read it, and wait for the maid to report the key points to her.

"The Philos family's artificial Hex gemstone factory was forced to shut down due to a fire, and the price of supply to us may increase."

"Another fire? Haha, monopoly business is really easy to make money." Mel frowned, and then ordered without hesitation: "Tell them that we accept the price increase. This time we need to sign a long-term supply agreement to ensure that at least two

Keep supply prices unchanged during the year. This is the bottom line."

"Understood." The maid nodded and continued to report: "Mr. Jess requested to meet with you, he."

"That 'treasure boy'?" Mel didn't even ask what it was about, and replied with a smile: "No problem, make an appointment for me."

"And." As she said that, the maid carefully stepped aside.

She is a personal maid who has watched Mel grow up, and her relationship with Mel is almost that of a sister that goes beyond master and servant.

So Mel knows very well what she likes and what she hates.

This is the next news that Mel will never like:

"The family has transported another batch of slaves from the Ionian front line, saying they are for our support."

Sure enough, Mel frowned when he heard the news: "Didn't I tell you that I don't need this kind of 'support' from them?"

"But your mother insists." The maid was embarrassed: "She said in the letter that you must accept these slaves. This is what Noxians should do."

"." Mel's chest felt tight.

When she was a child, she saw the Noxian army hunting slaves.

That was almost the shadow of her life.

"And your mother also said." The maid carefully added: "With the expansion of the empire's war, more slaves will be sent in the future. As a member of the Noxian nobles, you must help digest this surplus.

H."

Because there were so many wars, there were too many slaves.

"Barbaric!" Mel couldn't help but hum in a low voice: "I think that His Majesty is simply crazy!"

"Miss, be careful what you say!" the maid hurriedly reminded.

The Empire's secret intelligence organization, the "War Masons" of Noxus, are as pervasive as the night and follow them everywhere.

Therefore, it is very dangerous for the ministers and nobles of Noxus to speak ill of the emperor even at home.

But Mel is right.

Now most of the knowledgeable people in the empire feel that Emperor Darkwill may be crazy.

It is true that Noxus is militaristic, but it has been militarizing in a sustainable way.

However, Emperor Darkwill has been suffering from rabies in recent years. He bites people whenever he sees them and never lets go.

Under his orders, Noxus is now fighting the Freljord tribe in the north of the empire, the Ionian heroes in the east, the Demacia Alliance in the west, and the Shurima natives in the south.

He basically declared all the countries on the map that could declare war.

And there is no main attack, every road is the main attack.

As a result, the empire encountered a head-on attack from the Freljord's "Winter General" in the north, hit the iron walls of Demacia in the west, and simultaneously fell into Ionia in the east and Shurima in the south.

The vast ocean of people’s war.

Fighting on four fronts, with all the country mobilized, the war dragged on and became entangled.

Even Noxus cannot sustain this endless consumption.

"The emperor's decision-making obviously made a fatal mistake, but the nobles still sang praises collectively." The maid did not dare to say anything, but Mel still whispered to herself angrily.

"Oh, that "Jana Thought" is right, the economic base determines the superstructure."

"The economy of Noxus has been completely hijacked by the military industry. These great nobles who rely on the military-industrial complex to make a fortune and rely on colonial invasion and slave trade have probably not managed the country and the world at all.

The fate of the people is at heart.”

"They will only think that His Majesty the Emperor is not crazy enough and has not launched enough wars!"

"How can we manage the empire well with these insects?"

Mel showed a rare cynical side and even unknowingly used ideas and theories from Janna.

"Miss." The maid waited patiently for her to finish venting her nameless fire.

Then he asked carefully: "What about these slaves?"

Mel was silent for a long time, with a helpless expression: "According to the family's wishes, I will accept it."

"Where to send it?" the maid asked: "The family's factory in Pi City is already full of people."

"Looking for the Iron Fist Gang." Oh, the Iron Fist Gang is no longer here.

Mel originally sold these slaves to work as bonded laborers, out of sight but out of mind.

"How about finding another gang?" the maid suggested: "Or selling it to the Alchemist Baron in Zaun?"

The living environment in Zaun is so poor, but the population continues to grow and labor prices continue to fall.

The Noxus Empire and their Medalda family can be said to have contributed a lot to this.

"Then sell it to Zaun." Mel actually knew that if the slave was sold to Zaun, it would be no different from being sent directly for cremation. It would just be a longer and more painful process.

But Noxus keeps sending slaves here in a steady stream, what can she do?

She is not a philanthropist, so she cannot keep a group of slave workers in vain. Apart from Zu'an, she has no other place to send them.

"Wait a minute." Mel thought of something: "Today's schedule should include a visit to the Leader factory, right?"

"Yes." The maid replied: "You made an appointment to meet Mr. Li Wei at 10 o'clock. You visited the Leader Factory and the Nancheng Zuan community under its jurisdiction from 10 to 12 o'clock. You agreed to have a meal with the representatives of the Beicheng Community Council at 12:30.

13 o’clock.”

"I have postponed my noon and afternoon schedule." Mel said, "I want to visit the leader's territory more."

"Okay." The maid nodded.

Then she couldn't help but ask: "Miss, are you too concerned about this Leader Association?"

"If it's just an investment inspection, there is no need for you to be there in person. What's more, you have to leave the whole day to them."

Mel was suddenly speechless. She was indeed too obsessed with this Leader Association.

The relationship between Wind Leader and Janna has not yet been determined, so there is no need for her to be so dedicated to this organization.

perhaps

The contents of that pamphlet had unknowingly affected her?

"Haha." As soon as the thought came to Mel's mind, he smiled helplessly.

She is not some naive child.

How can it be so easy to be moved by a piece of text?

"Anyway, help me arrange it this way."

Mel thought about it seriously and finally figured out why he valued the leader so much:

"I'm just curious-"
Chapter completed!