Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 539: Industrial Nation, the Wrath of Nature

The next morning, it was still dark.

Byron had not yet enjoyed the benefits of revealing the three-part honorific name to his first devotee, but he had already experienced the side effects.

"The historical corrector who moves the time, the origin of all changes, the ultimate unity of all things, His Majesty Saint Byron.
Thank you for giving me sunshine, rain and food.
Today I will join the Kalmar Union army to counterattack the Electorate of Palatinate, and I ask for your blessing."

Byron, who had just fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened after reconciling the divinity and the animality and practicing "all things become one" with his two sisters all night.

I heard intermittent prayer sounds ringing in my ears and found that some believers were praying morning prayers to me.

Morning prayer is usually held early in the morning. Believers start the new day by praying, reading the Bible, singing hymns, etc., and express gratitude and worship to God.

Believers can express gratitude to God through morning prayer, seek guidance, and pray for blessings and protection for the new day.

This is also the unshakable life habit of many devout believers and clergy.

Byron was stunned for a moment before realizing that although he had blocked the huge group of believers of the Holy Spirit itself, he had not blocked the followers who knew his own name.

In fact, it is impossible for the followers to block it. In case they cannot contact me at an important moment, it is better not to make this three-part honorific name public.

Byron did not ask Lockhart to report the military intelligence of the Queen of Eternal Night from time to time. This was just a silent morning prayer after he woke up in the morning according to his usual habit.

By the way, the object of prayer was changed from the "bound Creator" of the past to Byron, the "Holy Spirit" and the "One to whom all things return to one" in the future.

He smoothly slipped into the role of a die-hard lackey of the "Princelings", always standing united around the "Future Buddha" and making his presence felt.

They were completely unaware that what they were devoutly worshipping was not the true Holy Spirit, but a liar.

Logically speaking, the Holy Silver Empire is too far away from the Kingdom of Hastings, and Byron, who is only at the fifth-level pseudo-god level, should not be able to receive the other party's prayers.

But the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel] differentiated from the main body of creation is of high enough status to help him respond to the call within a continent.

This is because there are no believers in the East Continent across the sea. If there were, they might be able to hear it.

There won't be an unexpected situation like my father-in-law, the whale hunter Jack Harold, where the signal was lost and his life or death was unknown.

Fortunately, since Byron awakened the "flow", his rest time has been greatly shortened. After being promoted to a mythical creature, he has no problem going without rest for several days and nights. After becoming a god, sleep is no longer a necessity.

Otherwise, Mr. Lockhart would have become the first follower to be punished and killed by the God because of the "God's" bad temper, and would have been listed on the list of weird ways of death.

Byron knew that this was the price he had to pay for pretending to be a holy spirit, so he could only suppress his anger temporarily and reply with the calm voice of [Ten Thousand Winged Angel]:
"understood."

But because of this, I lost all desire to sleep.

Wait for the person opposite to respectfully finish the morning prayer by concluding with "Praise Saint Byron".

Byron was about to get up, but he unexpectedly discovered that the digestion progress of the [Winter Secret Box] that he had been soaking in the water of the [River Styx] suddenly increased significantly.

Since the [Styx] can even digest the divinity of gods, it can use it to nourish its master.

When Byron obtained the relevant treasures, the first thing he thought of was to eat them and turn them into part of his own strength.

Anyway, there is no such thing as biting off more than you can chew in this world's power system.

After setting foot in the divine realm, the gods pursue the unity of body, mind and spirit internally, and the "unity of all things" externally. The ultimate goal is to replace the will of the world and become the world itself.

In this process, using the immortal ladder that you anchor yourself on as a fulcrum, the more authority you gather, the better, authority from the same path or from different paths.

What is needed is a certain degree of "omniscience and omnipotence", even "omnipotence" is fine.

Just like the Queen God of the Wan people once had twelve powers and twelve incarnations of divinity.

It’s a pity that the immortal ladder of many gods is too narrow, and is destined from the beginning to be unable to carry 100%, or even 50% or 10% of the unity of all things.

If the legendary good-for-nothing "mixed spiritual roots" came into this world, he might be the real chosen one of heaven!

Of course, the premise of all this is that the Immortal Ladder and the control power are strong enough. Otherwise, the "Creator" who was prosperous for more than a thousand years but still inevitably cracked is a lesson for us.

"I have checked this box a long time ago, and it is not as magical as the myths and legends say.

Especially after it was severely damaged during the war between gods, the remaining power is only at the fifth level, which is just right for me.

After I completely digest the Frost Winter Secret Box, maybe I can differentiate out a fifth-level incarnation."

However, the divinity that was first digested by the river water at this time was not the core power of the Frost Giants: [Frost] and [Winter], but [Fraud]!
Obviously, Byron's daily performance was very consistent with this power, and he implicitly met certain conditions, which greatly accelerated the digestion speed.

Although Byron didn't know the identity of the heart in the box before its death.

But he knew that he should be able to complete the power of [Fraud] soon and take over the crown of "King of Liars" from the church.

At this time, Catherine and Violet, who were lying beside him, were also awakened by the sound of prayers and opened their eyes with a moan.

"Good morning, Byron, Catherine."

"Good morning, Byron, Violet."

Apparently they slept together again last night.

But the postures of the three of them were a little strange.

Byron was clearly lying on his side in the middle, but he held the two queens in his arms, one on his left and one on his right. It was like the space was distorted, and one felt dizzy at the sight of it.

It seems to have partially unfolded its own mythical form of Ouroboros, with two sides, both left and right, both above and below.

It's the same principle as when the large fleet fired from both sides at the same time, but the shells were able to be fired along one side.

He treated Catherine and Violet equally, without neglecting either one.

If one looks closely, Byron at this time is like the center line of the "Yin Yang Fish" symbol, constantly reconciling divinity and animality, anchor and sail, the Ladder of Glory and the original bloodline, allowing his "steering skills" to advance by leaps and bounds.

Although it has only been a short time since he became a god, he is not far from achieving 1% of all things becoming one, and with the help of the -winged angels, he can actively pull people on board from the "Pantheon".

He gave both queens a good morning kiss at the same time. The lips of the sisters were one bright red and one cherry pink, but they were equally sweet, making Byron unable to stop.

Seeing that it was still early, they started to move their hands and feet while kissing.

Moreover, he is well versed in the essence of the superposition state of the Golden Deer. He does not move when the two queens are observing, and moves when they are not observing, taking one step at a time and conquering cities and territories.

Catherine, the elder sister, was more dignified. She bit Byron's lips lightly and said unhappily:

"Stop making trouble. We used to eat together on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, but now we eat together every day and it's still not enough.

Today I also have to preside over a meeting of the Kingdom's Ministry of Finance. We have just taken over so much land, and I am preparing to organize people to re-inventory the kingdom's assets.

Excluding the income from recently acquired banks and financial streets, the pastures and arable land are settled only based on means of production.

After confiscating the 20% of land occupied by the church and the 20% of land occupied by the land nobles, my promotion ceremony should be almost done. It will only take another month or two at most."

Although Violet is the eldest sister in the family, she is a little witch at heart and is as lively as ever.

He stretched out his little hand and gently twisted Catherine's smooth buttocks through Byron. When she tried to fight back, he immediately drew back into Byron's broad arms, stuck out his pink tongue and teased:

"Look, you're anxious again.

The speed of land confiscation depends on [Weird Sheep Eats Man], Storm Cloak, Star Chamber Court and the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau. You just need to wait for the report in Ganquan Palace.

Now we are doing the right thing.”

Then he raised his head and winked at Byron, breathing in unison with him, exhaling solemnly:

“That orthodox liar suddenly reminded me.

Believers make wishes to gods every day, but since you became a god, we haven't made any wishes.

Today I will help Catherine make the wish she most desires now.

The historical corrector who stirs the time, the origin of all changes, the ultimate unifier of all things, the great Saint Byron, please give her a child.

"Chuckle, cluck."

At first he chanted the honorific name solemnly, but soon he burst out laughing.

She did not forget to turn around in the quilt and twist her round and perky buttocks towards Byron.

They said they were making a wish for Catherine, but in fact they were clearly asking for "one for each person", otherwise if we told others about it, people would think we couldn't afford to have a child.

There is absolutely no respect for God.

What do you think of God as? A seed drill, right?

Byron pretended to be angry and dragged them all back to bed:

"Well, you dare to blaspheme God? Let me see how I deal with you."

Then God's punishment is bestowed: the whipping of love.

But it only brought a burst of laughter: "Hehehe"

To be honest, if realistic conditions permit, which monarch would not like “The spring nights are short, the sun rises high, and from now on the king will no longer hold court early in the morning”?

But for most monarchs, there is really no way to have both. They can only choose between a controlled country and a beautiful woman.

When Edward IV was obsessed with the beauty of the First Beauty, he had to share power with Richard, the "Devil Duke", causing the royal power to fall into the wrong hands and giving him the opportunity to backstab him.

However, except for those true saints, when ordinary people suddenly rise to high positions, most situations should become: from "I fight for you" to "You are the real heroes" to "I don't eat beef."

Otherwise, what use would I have for this rod and this crown?

This was not a problem for Byron.

"You'll have half a day off today. I'll take over your work in the morning."

As Byron spoke, a red shadow flashed on his body, and suddenly split apart, splitting into one, two, thirty-seven incarnations in succession, which turned into streams of light and rushed out of the bedroom.

Tap tap tap.
After landing, he turned into seven Byrons, each wearing different clothes.

One is the uniform of the Admiral of the Navy; today he is going to reorganize the Strait Fleet, adjust the personnel of each squadron, and then arrange for them to be stationed in various territorial waters in rotation.

The Strait Fleet will also be reorganized into a "Deep Sea Fleet" to mainly defend the Sea of ​​Monsters.

Salant said that once the beast tide starts, it will hardly stop, and the next beast tide will definitely come within a week to half a month. Even with two pieces of the Sea King's Trident fragments to protect him, Byron dared not take it lightly.

One was in the uniform of a field marshal; he was going to receive the private army that the great nobles had promised to allocate yesterday, in preparation for establishing a royal army.

Byron started to accumulate this fortune from a pirate ship. He knew best that soldiers would rely on whoever paid their salaries, and in the early stages of army building, they could never delegate the work to others.

As the eternal king of the kingdom, he must also be the father of the Royal Army.

One is wearing a black tie and a golden mask; he goes to the financial street as Mr. Wednesday to increase shipments, so that the church and the Kingdom of Castile have no time to interfere with his farming.

One was dressed as a pirate king; after a week, he returned to Blacksail Harbor with a pirate fleet led by many captains who had obtained noble titles.

Noble status is reserved for the family and descendants. Except for a few lucky ones who have the opportunity to be promoted to the fourth level and realize job change, these [pirates] of the lighthouse sequence are destined to continue wandering on the sea.

The right thing to do is to take advantage of the fact that they are the first to end the civil war and swallow up the benefits of the colonies in one gulp.

One is a bronze-skinned indigenous emperor who needs to return to the Sacred Golden Empire of Yucatan to take charge of the overall situation and calm people's hearts.

Another wore a normal crown dress to preside over a meeting of the Ministry of Finance for Catherine; the last one went to inspect the textile factories that had begun to be rolled out in the kingdom.
After Byron became a fifth-order god and his soul anchored on the ladder of immortality, the number of incarnations he could differentiate into increased greatly.

It is no longer limited to the original double act of [Wild Hunt] and [Sea Hunter], and can be said to have the ability to split itself into two.

It just so happens that “seven” is the most magical number, and it is also the number that symbolizes the “change” in “every seven must change”.

The human spirituality is divided into seven parts from the outside to the inside: etheric body, emotional body, mental body, astral body, etheric template, subtle body, and spiritual body.

It's just right to be divided into seven incarnations. Each of them has the strength of an ordinary fourth level, and can borrow the power of the original body at critical moments.

The most important thing is that the incarnations are essentially part of him, just like his hands and feet, they are just distracted and use one to draw a circle and the other to draw a square, which will not produce a second consciousness. In principle, there is no possibility of betrayal.

With these seven incarnations, Byron is equivalent to a mature [time management master], and even multi-threaded operations will not cause any confusion.

Not to mention anything else, even if you just work on the assembly line in a textile factory, you can get six salaries more than others.

Otherwise, why do people say that in the extraordinary world, extraordinary people are the primary productive force?

By the way, the task of responding to prayers can also be handed over to the incarnation who does not need to rest, which is the best of both worlds.

Those emperors and monarchs in history who were known for their diligence were simply weak compared to a monster like him who could split himself into eight and could not distinguish between day and night.

"Your Majesty, someone has asked for help from you and has brought the person to you."

As soon as the Admiral's incarnation arrived at the northern naval port, he received a request for a meeting from a noble of the Kalmar Alliance from a cruiser of the Strait Fleet.

At the dock, he met Count Hordalan, who secretly disobeyed the orders of the Queen of Eternal Night and not only did not destroy the people infected with "coelenteritis", but instead secretly ran out to ask him for help.

Although Byron had been using this opportunity to wait for someone to surrender voluntarily, he did not expect it to happen so quickly. It was obviously a premeditated plan, and this time it just happened to be the right time.

Especially when seeing the expression on the young earl's face, excitement was mixed with sincere admiration.

He immediately realized that he might have underestimated his importance in the eyes of some people in the Kalmar Union.

After jumping off the boat, the other party did not forget to excitedly say to his attendants:
"Look, I recognized it right away. His Majesty the King of the Wild Hunt is exactly the same as the statue I carried on my back.

They look exactly like they were printed from the same mold. So impressive!"

At first, Byron thought that this man was being too polite to have a tattoo of his image, and that he was trying to sell a horse for a fortune.

But a [divine vision] swept over and saw the so-called statue of God, uh
Snapped!
His fists involuntarily clenched into a gas explosion.

When Count Hordalan heard the noise, a silly smile appeared on his face. He couldn't suppress his excitement and kept waving his hands, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

He had no idea that if a totally untalented Taiwanese barbarian like him tried to flatter others and accidentally flattered Ma Huanxi, the serious consequences would occur.

He ran to Byron and bowed respectfully. After making his request, he asked Byron without knowing whether he would live or die:
"Your Majesty, King of the Wild Hunt, are you unhappy about something? I can help you with your worries."

Byron gritted his teeth and forced a smile:
"No, I just found that the Earl seemed to have also suffered from the 'coelenteropathy' which is homologous to the anus.

Let me treat you first."

The count's face was suddenly filled with panic:

"No, right?"

But Byron said very seriously:
"No, you do! I'm the father of medicine. If I say you do, you must have it!"

Then, the Count fell ill on the spot and experienced firsthand what it meant to have a mouth but no anus.

I think he will be able to change his bad habit of speaking without restraint and become a true nobleman in the future, right? It is really a cause for celebration.

Other matters only need to be carried out step by step and there will be no major problems. What Byron is most concerned about is the local industrialization.

Because enhancing strength is divided into two parts: personal strength and national strength.

The value of a crown is closely related to a country's national strength and the people's will.

The most core principle is: the higher the surplus labor time and surplus value, the higher the belief and will concentrated on the product, the stronger the national strength and crown will be!

An industrial nation is obviously far stronger than an agricultural nation, both materially and mystically.

They urgently needed to transform the Kingdom of Hattings from a backward agricultural and pastoral country into a powerful industrial country.

Then, using the entire known world as a source of raw materials and a dumping ground for goods, rapidly increasing its own strength to deal with the imminent crisis.

This matter was initiated on the second day of the War for the Throne, and in just over a week, the first factory in the royal capital Kingston began trial production.

"Your Majesty, this woolen mill is a model mill of the Pioneer Colonial Trading Company and was named 'First Woolen Mill in Kingston' by Queen Violet.

Due to time constraints, the scale is not very large and the designed annual production capacity is 5,000 tons.

But the second and third factories will follow soon.

Business nobles and merchants from all over the country have submitted hundreds of applications for visits, and there will surely be more applications for technology investment and joint factory establishment in the future.”

The factory manager took Byron to visit the workshop and reported on the work achievements.

Unlike the cotton textile industry in Stromgarde, they made targeted adjustments to the machines based on different raw material sites.

These two major production bases, one is a cotton producing area and the other is a wool producing area, so the industrial structure must of course be adjusted.

Everyone knows that selling raw materials alone does not make money. That is a business that only the low-end of the industrial chain and economic colonies can do.

Fine processing and high added value are what they pursue.

If we take the wool produced by their "sheep eating people" and send it to the neighboring Netherlands to be made into wool products and then sell it back to them, wouldn't they be the ones being taken advantage of?

The director of the First Woolen Mill took Byron to visit the workshop and then took him to see the site for subsequent planning.

Byron was not surrounded by a crowd of people, but came here in plain clothes. Anyway, he was not afraid of any assassination by any gunman. It didn't matter if he shot your right ear and gave you the left ear as a gift. He didn't even bring a few guards with him, which made him seem particularly approachable.

Byron was quite satisfied with other aspects, but when he saw two ragged children running by with newspaper bags on their backs, he asked another question of concern:

"Where's the worker? Is he okay?"

The factory manager obviously didn't hear what Byron really meant, but said with great joy:
“Your Majesty, although the capital is prosperous, there are actually countless homeless people, and we have as many workers as we need.

The recruitment condition of providing meals is enough to attract people.

The salary you set initially seems to be a bit too high."

The capital, Kingston, is the largest city in the entire Kingdom of Hastings. Thanks to the enclosure movement of the land nobles, its total population exceeds one million, accounting for approximately 14% of the total population.

Countless cheap labor has created the basic conditions for starting industrialization.

When Byron heard the factory manager's suggestion to save costs, he rejected it directly:
"We must follow the original standards and ensure that their income is not lower than that of farmers and herders, or else they will even have difficulty surviving."

Of course money is a good thing, but the bigger your business, the more places you have to spend money.

Even though the fleet robbed a lot of treasures, which would be more than an individual could spend in a lifetime, it was just that at the national level, especially for a country's original accumulation of capital.

But what Byron wanted from the beginning was not money, but to make the country rich and the people strong, which in turn would advance his extraordinary path.

In addition to money, the people themselves are also his wealth!

He even had a re-drafted "Labor Law for Surrendering to the Enemy" that he hadn't brought out yet:

“From now on you will work a full eight hours a day, and you will only be provided with three meals a day plus snacks;

And they only have milk in the morning, and the lunch break is only one hour;
Bonuses are only paid three times a year, there are only two months of annual leave, and wages increase every four months.

Overtime work only gets you three times the pay, and you are forced to exercise for an hour after get off work."

This is a powerful weapon prepared for late-developing industrial countries, but it is still too advanced now.

The principle is to use subsidies to squeeze out the opponent, and then let him do whatever he wants, right?

"Yes, sire. You are very merciful."

The factory director naturally bowed and obeyed the order.

At the same time, similar factories were being built on the Rose, Thistle and Clover Islands.

Since they have accumulated experience in Strom Fortress for a long time.

A large group of craftsmen who were determined to become Violet's apprentices and work as "whale oil mechanics" had already designed the production line, process flow, illustrated operating instructions, and so on.

All we need to do is use various industrial mother machines to manufacture whale oil steam engines, distribute them to the royal capital and major wool producing areas, and continue to replicate the successful experience.

"In the past, if we wanted to start industrialization, we would need money, land, and labor. The land aristocracy would definitely resist with all their might. But they are gone now, and the industrialization process will not be hindered in any way."

Not even a day had passed since Byron finished saying this when he was slapped in the face.

Just as it was evening, he suddenly received an urgent report.

Something went wrong at the factory under construction on Sanye Island.

In just a few breaths, the newly built factory and machines were submerged by a large piece of virgin forest, and hundreds of workers, engineers, and craftsmen were all killed!

(End of this chapter)