The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"What a powerful fireball technique, comparable to the magic crystal cannon."

Looking at the collapsed arrow tower and the dark ground, Sean Avery was very surprised, and then a sense of relief came over him.

The Habsburgs will be great!

"It's okay, it's okay."

Alan (Shen Yuanliang’s past self) stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Half an hour later, Allen stood on the platform, looking at the ragged and skinny miners below, and said solemnly: "One year later, the first fifty people who mine will be granted the status of freemen."

"In the name of our Habsburg ancestors!"

The news of the mithril mine must not be leaked, so Alan can only temporarily confine these people in the camp. After a year, humph, he is not easy to mess with!
"Really? Is this true?"

"I swear in the name of our ancestors that what the Baron said is true."

Upon hearing this, the miners, like quails, had a glimmer of hope in their gray eyes, and their tired bodies instantly became full of energy.

I thought their fate was to keep mining until they died of exhaustion, or be killed by the third son of Earl Falcon, but I didn't expect that there would be a sudden turn of events: "God, you finally glanced at us."

For a time, the lifeless camp became well-ordered under Alan's management, and many miners worked day and night to mine, devoting their youth.

Castle.

"That bastard Charles sent people to dig for a month. Fortunately, we broke into the camp in time, otherwise, these ten ounces of mithril would be sent back to Eagle City tomorrow."

Taking out a long piece of mithril from his arms, a hint of joy appeared on Sean Avery's rough face, and the whole person seemed to be in a dream.

This is magical metal, a contraband in the kingdom, and cannot be traded privately. Now that ten ounces of mithril have been seized, it is equivalent to earning ten thousand gold coins, which is comparable to the income of a wild boar in ten years.

I’m rich, I’m rich!

Playing with the shiny mithril in his hand, Alan thought of the "blank slate" armor made by Boris, and said thoughtfully: "With mithril, we can make magic armor."

"Uncle Avery, as a token of my gratitude for your loyalty, I will give you a set of magic armor."

Although star steel is comparable to Valyrian steel and the armor made from it has unparalleled defense and is deeply loved by the nobles, it is still inferior to magic armor.

Thinking of this, Allen turned the gem ring in his hand and asked anxiously: "What is the scale of this mithril mine? Is it a large vein or a small vein?"

With enough mithril and witchcraft potions, Alan can create an extraordinary group of knights.

"A small mineral vein."

Sean Avery spread out the parchment in his hand, and a simple mineral vein map appeared in front of Allen.

"It's a small mineral vein, not bad!"

At this point, Alan felt very unwilling, but also relieved. If it really was a large mithril mine, let alone a baron, even an earl or a king would find it difficult to monopolize it.

The Habsburgs were able to swallow small mineral veins like a snake swallowing an elephant, although there were great risks.

"Boom!"

Just then, a huge commotion sounded, and a maid in a linen maid outfit with freckles on her face rushed in: "Baron, the butler is back."

"There are so many people! It's a huge crowd."

Hearing this, Allen breathed a sigh of relief. Ten days ago, under his instructions, Butler Frank went to the county town hundreds of miles away to purchase food and other supplies. Many days passed, and now he is finally back!
Alan walked out in three or two steps, and saw dozens of carriages full of grain in front of the spacious castle, stretching for hundreds of feet. Butler Frank was directing everyone to transport the grain, and it was a busy scene.

Alan called out, "Grandpa Frank."

"Master."

Frank bowed respectfully and said, "We will buy 10,000 gallons of wheat this time, enough for 500 people to eat for two months."

"There are also one thousand serfs, and they cost eight hundred gold coins."

At this point, Frank took out a fist-sized box from his arms, opened the box, and eight crystal-like magic stones sparkled: "Magic stones, one thousand gold coins each, too expensive."

“Don’t be afraid to spend money, as long as you get value for money.”

Rubbing the magic stone in his hand and feeling the abundant energy particles in it, Allen waved his hand and said indifferently: "What I spend today, I will earn back double tomorrow."

At this critical moment, the two hundred years of Habsburg's foundation was almost exhausted like water under Allen's lavish spending.

"I believe Master."

Frank nodded, feeling very painful, and could only comfort himself in this way.

As if thinking of something, Frank turned around, looked at the timid girl in the crowd, and called out, "Daenerys, come here, come and meet the young master."

A girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, with striking silver-gold hair and purple eyes, came towards her tremblingly, pulling at the dirty hem of her skirt with her tender white hands, her head almost touching her round breasts.

"Master."

The sound was barely audible, like the buzzing of a bee. If it weren't for Alan's strong mental strength, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

"Daenerys?"

Looking up and down at the "familiar" girl in front of him, Alan pinched his chin, his mind full of thoughts.

Daenerys, the daughter of Mad King Targaryen II and a princess of a country, I didn't expect to see her here. Fate is so fickle and you never know what will happen next.

"When I bought the serf, I thought that the young master didn't have a personal maid yet, so I spent ten gold coins to buy her back."

At this point, Frank thought of Daenerys's pitiful eyes like a deer, and his heart softened. Being a stingy person by nature, he was generous for once by breaking a copper coin into two halves.

"Daenerys."

Rubbing the silver-gold hair, Allen laughed: "From today on, you are my maid. No one can bully you except me."

Feeling the warm big hand and his domineering words, the timid and unconfident Daenerys felt warm in her heart. She slowly raised her head and looked at Alan who was like the sun in front of her, and said softly, "Master."

Since the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, Daenerys has spent every day in exile, trembling in fear and without any sense of security.

Two months ago, she was stranded in the North from Westeros and was captured by slave traders as soon as she landed. Her brother Viserys had disappeared in the chaos, leaving her alone.

Now, she has a home again!

Waving his hand, Allen said nonchalantly: "You look so dirty, go wash yourself first!"

"Yes, Master."

Daenerys, with her fluffy long skirt covered in dirt and pale face, looked like a frightened little rabbit. Under the guidance of Aunt Mary, she lowered her head and set foot on a road full of light. (End of this chapter)