I Became A Black Merchant In Another World-Chapter 348: Imperialism led by Fabio (1)

Even before King Injo, the greatest dance choreographer of Joseon, ascended to the throne.

To the Jurchen, Joseon was walking death itself.

King Sejong, who was a warm man to his people but a cold psychopathic murderer to the Jurchen, massacred the barbarians with Choi Yun-deok, the Jurchen massacrer, as the vanguard.

The exchange rate was as much as 1 Joseon soldier to 40 Jurchen.

For every death of one Joseon soldier, 40 Jurchens were annihilated.

The tactic that King Sejong used to make them not fight was ‘I-I-Je-I’, making the barbarians fight each other.

As the successor to the enlightened king’s spirit and wisdom, I naturally carry the national mission of dividing the barbarians (all countries other than ours).

In the process, I will gain a lot of money and power, but let’s move on because that is the natural price for patriotism.

It is a world where patriots are rewarded and traitors are punished.

“How are you, Your Majesty?”

The Emperor stared at my chest for a long time.

If I keep doing this, I’ll get a hole in my right chest.

Of course, it’s not because that gentleman is homosexual and feels sexual desire toward me.

It must be an unspoken pressure to hand over the Rothschild pocket watch that a few nobles, including Sebastian and the Duke of Visconti, wear.

“I haven’t been at peace. Do you know why?”

“I don’t know, Your Majesty. However, I have prepared a small gift to comfort Your Majesty’s wounded heart a ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) little. Please accept the gift and feel better.”

One of the servants brought the ebony box to the Emperor.

A smile appeared on the Emperor’s face as he checked the contents.

“It is suitable to show off my dignity.”

While other watches are made of silver, crafted of gold, and decorated with jewels, the pocket watch used by the emperor is a gold watch made of pure gold.

A top-quality piece that is designed to look flashy but not cheap, with precious jewels such as rubies, sapphires, and diamonds on a gold watch.

A single piece of that is a money-eating monster that costs more than a year’s worth of taxes for a small barony.

“I have already presented it to Your Majesty the Empress and His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“I have never doubted your sincere loyalty to the empire and the imperial family, not even in my dreams. Do not forget that I think of you as my son.”

“Your words are too generous. I will do my best to repay even a millionth of Your Majesty’s unbearable grace before I die.”

“...... Hmm, if you wish, I can grant you the title of count. Think about it carefully.”

That title is bait, no, a mine.

Ask that out of the blue because you want to earn more money, enjoy more power, and enjoy more fame.

The Emperor will surely say this.

Ah, your achievements are deep enough to cover the sky and fill the sea, but it’s too bad that I can’t make you a count due to the opposition of other nobles.

However, if you take the princess, you will become a member of the imperial family, so I can grant you the title of count under that pretext. Alright, let’s just go.

My family will have to live with a princess.

‘Was there a pretty woman among the imperial princesses?’

If she was prettier than Erica, I would have hesitated for half a second, but I have no intention of becoming the Emperor’s slave.

If I take that route wrong, in about 10 years I will probably be living a life where I am a prime minister during the day and a princess at night.

“I think my current status is too much.” “You can be a little greedy.”

“I’m so envious.”

You’re such a terrible emperor, you want to make me a count and then a prime minister to make me the emperor.

That won’t happen, but make it so that people can’t even resign.

I’ll never die alone.

If your son becomes emperor, I’ll propose all sorts of policies and do a lot of things to make him die from overwork.

And although it’s not enough to kill him, I’ll make a mistake that will force him to retire from the prime minister position.

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“I’ve been looking into the diplomatic and political landscape of the continent, and I think there will be a major upheaval in the Kingdom of Lyon.”

“I think so too. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is sending diplomats, civil servants, and spies to monitor the situation.”

Most of what I know, others also know.

So knowing a lot doesn’t make you a genius.

If you want to be a genius, you just need to know everything that everyone else knows, and have just one new piece of knowledge from that.

“In the Kingdom of Lyon, workers and serfs are rioting. The royal family, nobles, and merchants of the Kingdom of Lyon are suppressing the riots very harshly, but they are facing a backlash.”

“I heard that the rioters sometimes won against large-scale troops, and many local nobles and officers were beheaded. Oh my god...”

This is the result of my light agitation by releasing Marx and other communist demons.

A fierce popular uprising reminiscent of the French Revolution.

The barbarians of the Kingdom of Lyon were divided into the nobles and the lowly, and they fought to the death.

I planned it, but it turned out really well.

However, from the perspective of the nobles, that is something unimaginable.

Are these common people, who were like earthworms that could only squirm no matter how much they were trampled, coming together to overthrow the vested interests?

To the nobles of the medieval fantasy world, that would seem like the same madness as making kimchi with mangoes and eating cabbage pickled in sugar as dessert.

‘Mango kimchi?’

The emperor placed his hand on his forehead and sighed so hard that the ground collapsed.

“If I hadn’t taken your advice and taken care of the workers and serfs, wouldn’t that have happened?”

I neither confirmed nor denied that question.

If I denied, I would be lying, and if I confirmed, I would be criticizing the emperor for being incompetent because he neglected such a situation.

There’s a reason why they say silence is golden and eloquence is silver.

If you don’t say anything, you won’t get caught up in any unfavorable situations.

“Hold your peace, Your Majesty. The enemy's misfortune is an opportunity for the Tuscan Empire."

"You have a knack for saying such terrible things so casually."

"Politics and business are both wars. If a general goes to war and does not take advantage of the enemy's misfortune, he will lose, and if he does, he will win. For the prosperity of the Tuscan Empire and the glory of the imperial family, please put aside your human conscience, Your Majesty."

"You are the first to tell me to give up being human, Your Majesty."

Twenty-first century politicians, who are a million times softer than the Middle Ages when human gangsters and legal yakuza knights ruled, leave their consciences at home when they go to work in the National Assembly.

If it benefits them politically, they devote themselves to the people, and if it doesn't, they chew others out, saying "Alpaño" regardless of whether they die or not.

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If they can't do that, they can't take even one step on the path to becoming a politician.

No, even CEOs of large corporations, mid-sized companies, or even small and medium-sized companies of a certain size often leave their consciences at home when they go to work.

The CEOs who are called shitty companies are equipped with the ‘conscience detachment function’ that qualifies them to stand on stage, but they fail because they do not have other essential features such as ‘employee welfare’, ‘acting nice’, and ‘predicting the future’.

All the politicians and businessmen in the world are doing the same, so I am the only one living with a conscience?

Then, even if you live without any shame as an individual, you can see that you have failed to make money by becoming successful.

“Advice is bitter.”

The emperor snickered after hearing my words.

“You are right, even though what you say is bitter. Starting a war, maintaining imperial power, and prospering an empire all require someone to be sacrificed in the end. I do not personally swing my sword and kill people, but those who sided with me because of my choices met a miserable end. The guys who stripped me of my title last time were like that.” “Your Majesty’s words are right. And Your Majesty’s choice has made the empire prosperous and saved more people. The people of the empire have never enjoyed peace and prosperity before, and they all sing Your Majesty’s praises, and the nobles cannot even dare to step on Your Majesty’s shadow.”

How to manipulate the emperor as I wish.

That’s not something grand.

I just have to act like a traitor.

No, in fact, the line between a traitor and a loyal subject is as thin as a sheet of paper.

If it helps the country, it’s loyal, and if it doesn’t help the country, it’s a traitor.

‘The direction I pursue is unconditionally helpful to the country.’

Because I aim to be the richest person in the strongest country.

“And now it’s time to choose.”

“Choice.”

“Put the Kingdom of Lyon into the pit of hell. That’s for the national interest of the empire.”

The emperor snickered after hearing my words.

He laughed.

“Tell me what you think.”