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"I am the Elector of Reikland, and I will become the future emperor of the empire."

When these words came from the front, Wendlow felt that his body was filled with strength, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

"I need to gather all the Electors."

The powerful sentences gave Windlow courage and he was no longer afraid of anything.

Who is it? Just standing in front and saying a few words can boost morale!

However, Mousse was not affected at all and still stood there watching the fun.

When Windlo's sight was completely focused in front of him, he could see clearly who the person who was communicating with the half-orc female elder was.

That’s right, it was the son of the current Emperor Louisberd, the future Elector of Reikland, the then Prince of Altdorf, and a famous imperial figure - Karl Franz.

"Elder Mutt, when the next emperor is elected, I hope you can vote for me. What price do I have to pay?"

As the son of the Elector with the most powerful diplomatic ability in the Empire, Karl Franz knew what kind of rhetoric to use towards different people.

Political rhetoric is meaningless to halflings, who do not like to lie and do not hold back when they speak their mind.

Just treat this as a simple transaction and ask what you can use to get the vote of the halfling female elder.

Within the empire, becoming emperor could not be achieved through hereditary succession, but only through voting.

In addition to being in the hands of each elector, these election votes are also in the hands of the Church of Sigmar and the Church of Ulric, and there is even one in the hands of the halflings.

The female elder didn't have any schemes or plots. Who became the emperor had nothing to do with them anyway.

So she asked for a huge price. If she wanted this ticket, she would have to pay a huge price.

"A pile of oatcakes! Whoever gets them to Mutt first will be chosen as emperor by me!"

This request surprised Karl Franz a little. After all, for the Elector of the Imperial Reikland and the Prince of Altdorf, a pile of oatmeal cakes was not even a request.

But who could have thought that the halfling female elder's request was so simple? Because they came in such a hurry, let alone oatmeal cakes, they didn't even bring many gold coins.

If you go to Ivy to buy it now, it will definitely be too late.

Boris, the Elector of Midden, also wants to be elected emperor. If Karl leaves, the vote may not be his.

"My Lord Elector, the oats you asked me to buy have arrived."

Windlow's booming voice caused all the halflings who were watching to turn around.

A donkey cart loaded with oats appeared in front of everyone and then walked towards the venue.

Two Rick guards crossed their weapons to block Windlow's way, but Carl clapped his hands and asked the two guards to make way.

As the donkey cart entered the venue, Windlow jumped off and performed the etiquette of a subordinate facing his superior.

"My Lord, the oats you requested have been delivered."

Carl had never asked for oats, but with his excellent political sense, he naturally knew the reason.

"Yes, this is the oats I wanted. I'm glad you completed the task in time, Halfling Elder. Please count them yourself."

"No need to count, no need to count. This donkey cart is definitely enough. Even though it's just oats that haven't been made into oatmeal cakes, it will only take up a little time. I choose you to be the emperor."

Halflings rarely lie and will always keep their promises.

Carl then breathed a sigh of relief and called on all Rick's guards to help unload the goods. At the same time, he patted Windlow on the shoulder and looked towards a place with fewer people.

The meaning was obvious. Of course, he was just asking for permission. He didn't know Windlow and had never asked anyone to buy oats.

"Tell me, who are you, and who sent you?"

In front of politician Karl, any lie can be easily seen through by him.

Wendlow stopped pretending and told everyone about his business ventures. He said he was from Rick Territory and came to Ivy Territory to do business.

I happened to buy a truckload of oats and am now giving them all away, without telling a single lie.

Karl Franz also nodded. It would be useless to say anything else now. There was only one most critical issue.

"What payment do you want?"

"Just pay the local price for oats. How dare I make money from you?"

Karl also laughed. It was good to deal with ordinary people. Unlike the aristocratic circle, they were hypocritical, framed others, and betrayed their own people.

"Okay, I'm helping you clear your inventory quickly."

After saying that, Carl reached into his pocket, but this time he discovered something wrong.

Since he was heading to the Mute Territory as quickly as possible, he did not prepare anything. Although he could borrow money from his own Rick Guards, it was a bit inappropriate for a boss to borrow money from his employees.

"I don't have any money, but I can write you a note. Wait, you said you are a merchant in Rick County, so what?"

Of course, Karl knew that everything Windlow did was a political investment, and he had to give him something in return.

Such smart businessmen are rare. If they are trained well, they can help each other as they are all Rick people. Who doesn’t have the opportunity to go out?

"Well, I'll give you a signature and a seal, and from now on you can do business in Rick Territory and be exempt from business taxes for one year!"

Having said that, Windlow was naturally satisfied. He didn't expect that his investment would be rewarded so quickly.

Similarly, as a politician, Carl is best at making promises or drawing big promises. He slowly patted Windlow on the shoulder.

"If I am elected emperor of the empire, your business tax exemption rights will be expanded from Reikland to the entire empire."

The process of selecting the emperor has just begun. To be honest, Karl himself does not have much confidence in being elected emperor.

After all, Elector Boris of Middenland is more experienced than him, more outstanding, and has more allies.

"Thank you, future emperor."

Windlow was also taking advantage of the situation and directly changed the way he addressed Carl. At the same time, he did not forget the task given to him by Marius Redolf, the Elector of Ivy.

"One more thing. Marius Redolfo asked me to bring you a message. He will publicly support your election as the next emperor of the empire."

After he finished speaking, Karl was left there to reflect on the situation. Windlow had already obtained a business tax-free license with Karl's name on it and returned to his donkey cart.

However, this behavior caused great dissatisfaction to Mousse. In the eyes of this dark elf, Windlo made a very serious mistake.

In the world of dark elves, all extra wealth is best hidden. If discovered by the Witch King, he can take it for himself with just a word.

"Well, how much money did the Elector of Rickland give you to buy oats?"

Hearing Mousse's question, Wendlow took out the permit with a smile.

"It's just this piece of paper, but this piece of paper is more valuable than a bag of gold coins."