I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

But once the things in Medea's hands spread to ordinary people, magicians and knights will face the most deadly threat to their lives. They will completely lose control of the war, and no one can control it!

She had no idea how many people would have to die before a disordered world could be brought to an end.

Medea seemed calm after she figured it out: "Maybe, but it will appear sooner or later, mother, don't forget that I bought the magic powder from the alchemist, I didn't create it."

"They may not discover it for ten years, or a hundred years, or they may discover its wonderful use tomorrow. The devil is always there, isn't he?"

“Instead of worrying so much, we should find a way to get it under control from the beginning. At least... we can’t stand against its biggest beneficiaries, the people.”

"Besides, it's not the point, this is..."

Medea stroked the drawing, and began to feel impatient.

"I want to take this opportunity to get rid of all the current manor owners at once and directly unify the entire territory."

Only when she has complete control over the whole system can she begin to gradually realize the technology in the system. Otherwise, under the current circumstances, whatever she does will be no different from aiding the enemy.

Chapter 7 Bloody Night

"But..."

Alyssa still had doubts: “Even if you get rid of them, what will you do later? We don’t have so many people to take over.”

Medea sneered, "Graf's magic letter reported that four warehouses of food were found in the Hunter family, enough for all the thousands of people he led to eat for a year! Some of the food had even gone bad, but he refused to take it out."

"Mother, I once heard that if a person steals money, he is guilty, but if he steals food, then society must be guilty."

"There are at least 80 lords of this level in the entire Astaire. Just imagine how much food they have stored."

"So you don't have to worry about the operation of those territories, because without these blood-sucking worms, they will only live better!"

During this famine, several surrounding kingdoms suffered from drought. It was certain that ordinary civilians suffered from food shortages, but the nobles did not.

Only the land under the control of the Astar family has such a low commission. In other regions, it is common to see a 5% commission on the harvest. You don’t have to think too much to know how many people will die.

Where did Medea buy her food before? Of course, it was sold by the nobles. Those caravans were just the nobles' gloves.

When Media bought food from other territories, after deducting the travel expenses, it was actually several times cheaper than buying it in her own territory. This shows how outrageous these guys are.

For them, the most important thing was to let the untouchables and slaves starve to death, and to make huge profits by selling grain during natural disasters.

They were not worried about an uprising because the gap in military power was too great and there was no possibility of success. They could suppress it by killing a group of people.

It just so happened that Astar appeared at this time to provide disaster relief and became a fat sheep, allowing them to make even more money.

With money and food, one's strength can be expanded and one will become arrogant.

So Medea wanted to let them see what it means to earn money but not spend it.

The opportunity she was talking about was that she would be the blade of the knife, so that she could consolidate power while the lower classes could fill their stomachs.

The best solution to the current famine is to kill these landowners, and in the face of hunger, even the most deeply rooted slave mentality will be broken down.

In the end, as long as she promised pardon, the confused lower-class people would put down the blood-stained farm tools they held above their heads and use them for what they were supposed to do.

In her previous life, she had not stayed in the library for nothing. It was not uncommon for nobles to take advantage of the local chaos caused by uprisings of the lower classes and disguise themselves as rioters to eliminate dissidents.

"How are we going to explain this to the capital?"

"They don't have to explain themselves when they gather together to rebel. Even if they didn't rebel, it was their dereliction of duty when the victims rioted."

Medea took out a secret letter, which was a message sent back by Ackerman's hidden chess player who had been left among the owners of the manor below in his early years.

Alyssa finally fell silent and said nothing more.

With Elisa's tacit approval, Medea began to assign tasks to other subordinates.

Their mission was simple, which was to lead the victims to attack the noble territories, and then they would deal with the strongest part.

As for the others, let them unite and then catch them all in one fell swoop.

The strategy is simple and easy to execute, but the lives of many innocent people will be forever stopped tonight.

It's late at night

The lights in the castle where Viscount Sinos lived were still bright, and people were constantly coming in and out of the study in a hurry.

"Oh!"

"Are these untouchables crazy? What are they doing? Are they trying to kill themselves?"

Sinos slammed the desk and roared at the subordinate who was kneeling in front of him. The subordinate's armor was covered with blood at this time, and the whole person looked like he was fished out of blood.

He wiped his face and replied, "Sir, we have initially suppressed the riot. It is estimated that hundreds of rioters have died, and several of our brothers have suffered minor injuries."

With disgust, he looked at the blood on his body that had not yet coagulated and flowed onto his precious carpet, and waved his hand:

"Forget it, go down and have a rest first. Remember to tie the leader's body to the back of a horse and parade him through the streets tomorrow. Let them see the consequences of going against me!"

The subordinate heaved a sigh of relief and stood up to leave, when a hurried sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

"Master! Master, something bad has happened!"

The man didn't care about etiquette and just pushed open the door of the study and fell to the floor.

Sinos raised his hand and smashed the exquisite teacup on the table over: "Asshole! You dare to bump into me when you know I'm here, do you want to die?"

The force of the teacup hitting him was nothing compared to the dense blunt blows and even the teeth marks on his armor. The man barely got up and said in a trembling voice:

"Master, it's bad. The mob found some powerful helpers from nowhere and dispersed our team. The magician is dead, and many of us have lost a lot of lives!"

"The defenses at the gate have been breached, and now a large mob is rushing here..."

Upon hearing this, Sinos panicked: "What! Quick! Close the castle door and raise the drawbridge. Don't let anyone in!"

"But sir, the bridge ditch is dry..."

"What nonsense! An extra layer of planks can also increase the defense. Go to the warehouse to get bows and arrows to defend the city. Quick! And notify the lord to come to the rescue!"

In fact, he didn't need to notify anyone, because Medea had already arrived near his small castle and was looking at this sturdy building with interest.

Building a castle in your own territory for fear of being hit by a club in the middle of the night, doesn't that mean you know you are not a human being?

Because there are too many manor owners to deal with, Medea also has to take action to deal with some difficult ones and weaken the strength of the other side when they unite.

The gate of Sinos Manor was just smashed by her meteor spell, and she was also the one who killed the low-level wizard.

And soon after she arrived, a wave of "mobs" came over in full force.

There are no overwhelming shouts and excited emotions as in movies and TV dramas, but only endless silence and numbness.

The group of people in front of Medea were almost unrecognizable as individuals.

They were dressed in rags and had dull eyes. They just walked forward mechanically and blankly, stuffing their mouths with anything that looked edible wherever they passed.

At this time, on the top of the castle, Sinos shouted to shoot arrows. Instantly, a rain of arrows fell, and faint wailing sounds were heard everywhere.

The others did not stop. If they moved forward they would die, and if they stopped they would starve to death. So they continued to move forward until they were hit by arrows and fell in a pool of blood.

Medea's heart twitched slightly and she sighed. She didn't expect that the high-level magic crystal she brought with her would be put to use so soon.

Holding the crystal in his hand to absorb the elements, he closed his eyes and silently chanted a spell. Sinos in the castle immediately felt the magic elements being gathered quickly. The huge scale made him scream:

"Magician? How can there be a high-level magician?! The mob helpers you mentioned are magicians? Why didn't you say so earlier!?"

"You are also a magician..."

"I just reached the intermediate level, and I'm going to risk my life to fight against it? It's over!"

At this time, the spell also came to an end. As the crystal on Medea's staff pointed to the ground, a whirlwind appeared out of thin air on the muddy ground and expanded rapidly at an extremely fast speed to form a tornado.

A large amount of soil, sand, gravel and arrows were carried by the tornado and crashed into the castle. The outer wall of the castle resisted for a short moment before being torn apart and the private soldiers on it were also torn apart.

The khaki tornado also took on a strong blood color, and finally slammed heavily into the castle with a blue shield, destroying the castle's outer walls and part of the rooms, leaving it without any barriers to the outside world.

Countless people swarmed into the castle, and the resistance inside the castle was overwhelmed like a tide. Even if Sinos, who was the center of her attack, was not dead, he had no ability to resist.

Medea steadied his somewhat exhausted body, looked at the effects and then left quietly.

Magicians are not common in the kingdom, and the death of two of them is enough to make their alliance feel sad.

This alliance organization, which was united for certain interests, was very loose, and they still used the joint pressure tactics commonly used by the small nobles in the past.

They never thought that one day a great lord would really kill them. There was an imbalance in the two sides' judgment of the severity of the situation, and the outcome was already doomed.

Chapter 8 An unexpected surprise, the beginning of industry.

The riot lasted the entire night. Except for a dozen noble territories that had distributed food to their subjects like Lord Astar, all other territories suffered attacks to varying degrees.

Nearly thirty small castles were breached by the victims and their entire families were wiped out, but the rest withstood the attack and were fine except for the corpses scattered on the ground in front of the gates.

After a rough calculation, it was found that this round of uprising, officially called "riot", caused the population of the entire Astar Territory to drop by more than 20% to nearly 30%.

This was definitely a heavy blow to the Astar Territory, which had a total population of just over 400,000.

Of course, the number is not as high as it seems on the surface; the recorded death toll is just over 10,000.

After all, only free people who owned their own land could have officially registered records, and the vast majority of those who died were slaves and tenants, who were unrecorded populations.

The more people died, the more it relieved some of the pressure caused by the famine.

Death and killing have always been the simplest methods of disaster relief throughout history. If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem.

The next afternoon, while Ovinia III was drinking afternoon tea in the royal capital, he received an urgent message from the border territory of Astor.

Medea briefly explained the course of events and the outcome of last night's riot, and as the first heir to the throne of Marquis Astor, he pleaded guilty to the crime to the king, hoping that the defense forces remaining outside Astor's territory would enter the city to help quell the riot.

Although she was apologizing, her words were revealing that it was because she had no power to mobilize the landlords under her to provide relief to the victims, which ultimately led to this tragedy.

"Haha, look at this. Someone wrote to complain about me."

The young Ovinia III laughed after reading the letter and put it in front of the queen.

Queen Lalor put down the teacup in her hand, took the silk scarf handed to her by the servant and wiped the corners of her mouth, then picked up the letter and read it, finally looking at the signature:

"Midya Ackerman Astar, is she Ackerman's granddaughter? She should be in her teens this year, right?"

"Although this kind of thing is indeed difficult for her to deal with at her age, the number of civilian deaths is still a bit too high. Even so many nobles have died!"

The queen shook her head, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes: "It seems that the wisdom of old man Ackerman has not been inherited by his descendants."

"That's good, but I heard that Ackerman's granddaughter has awakened her mother's bloodline and is a witch with extremely strong magical talent."

A trace of fear flashed in Ovinia III's eyes when he heard this: "Witch... To be honest, I don't like these long-lived species very much. Every time I hear them, they remind me of how unfair the goddess is."