When answering this question, Gastenth bowed slightly, raised his head, and looked at Prince Elliott. His eyes were sincere and his expression was sincere, and everything seemed to come from the heart. But deep in his heart, the pounding heartbeat became more and more intense. If, just if Prince Elliot saw through his move and really agreed to him, then the revolutionary cause he had just started at Elena would be hit with a devastating blow.

What kind of answer will Your Highness give me?

"Okay, very good!"

Prince Eliot slapped his thigh and stood up, "Although you are humble, you can still see it clearly in terms of major issues. Whether it is the factory, the Elliot rifle, or you, you are all for me and for the service of your father. All things that are not conducive to achieving this goal should be noted, so you must not ask for it!"

"What Your Highness is instructed."

Gastenth bowed again, feeling a little anxious. Although he still had a trump card in his hand, if His Highness the Prince didn't give him a hole, it would be difficult for him to play and turn the tables.

"Well...I think about it..."

Elliot was silent again, and this time, Vincent had objections instead.

"Your Highness, it's not appropriate to really give up the Elena factory." Vincent turned his head and looked at Gastenth and decided not to hide Ronninger's affairs. "We may be going to fight Ronninger in the spring. If we cannot get sufficient supply of advanced weapons and use the old Type 27 rifle, although there is no disadvantage compared to the other party, casualties will increase a lot out of thin air. At that time, the team we have finally trained will die a pity."

Good assist!

Gastenth, who was listening next to him, secretly clapped his hands. He was worried about how to guide His Highness to realize the shortcomings of not taking the supply of weapons into his hands. The mature and steadfast Chief of Staff gave it for him. Such words would have been much better than he said.

"Yes, but now my father obviously doesn't want me to use the Elliot rifle anymore." Elliot said halfway and scolded Gastens, "Tell me, what's the point of name you, it's not easy to get such a high-profile name now!"

You were happier than anyone else when you named this name. Did you forget so quickly?

Gastenth complained in his heart and quickly lowered his head to apologize. Eliot just said casually and turned around and began to think about the supply of weapons. He wanted to maintain his independence in the supply of weapons, but not to offend his father. The balance here is difficult to grasp.

"Your Highness", Gastens saw Elliot hesitating, and Vincent seemed to have no idea, knowing that his chance had come. The trump card in his hand was a flash of inspiration. The two people in front of him were old foxes. Even if they couldn't remember it for the time being, it was hard to guarantee that they would get the same answer as him in a while. Therefore, he had to throw out his thoughts as soon as possible and deepen the impression he left on His Highness the prince.

"you say."

Elliot stopped and looked at Gastenth.

"In fact, it is not difficult to solve this problem." Gastenth lowered his head and looked respectful. "What we want now is stable and the supply of weapons in our own hands. What the emperor wants is the Honor rifle to replace the Elliot rifle and prevent your highness from getting the credit for designing a new rifle. These two are not completely contradictory. As long as we stop producing the Elliot rifle and start producing the Honor rifle, will we meet the requirements of His Majesty the Emperor and give our own weapons to protect us?"

"Hey!"

Vincent slapped his thigh and looked at Gastenth. He was obviously shocked by this idea, and he suddenly realized it.

"Yes, that's OK!"

Elliot was also awakened, "Anyway, what we want is weapons, not names. What the father does not want to give us is not weapons, but names. Wouldn't it be possible to let Elena's factory modify the Honor Rifle solve all the problems?"

"Your Highness is wise."

Gastens began to flatter shamelessly.

"It's good, it's really good, it really solves our problem," Vincent also began to speak, "And, Your Highness, letting the Elena factory produce glory rifles has another advantage, that is, we can intervene in the country's weapons supply. Now our factory has the largest production capacity and the central theater is about to be established, so the demand for weapons will definitely be very high. If we can collect some money from military supplies, our economy will be more abundant."

"Absurd", Elliot pretended to be angry, "This is all for us, Ankenry, because of war, how can we talk about money!"

"I'm reckless."

Vincent lowered his head to apologize, but knew in his heart that he had hit the prince's mind. Sure enough, Elliot turned around and asked Gastens.

"Can the maximum output of your factory be increased? Now several official factories are reducing production. We will build more at this time and make a name for it, which is also a foreshadowing."

"It will take a little time to transform into producing the Honor rifle. If the workers are skilled, there will definitely be no problem with 600 per day. If there are more, I will need more staff."

"Don't you have a way to solve the manpower problem? You can continue to do that production charge. Don't go too far, do you know?"

"Okay Your Highness."

Before Gastenth launched a production charge to solve the identity of the serfs, he reported to His Highness the Prince. Judging from this attitude, His Highness recognized his method. In this way, he would have a legitimate reason to attract the surrounding serfs and expand the population of the base area through this method. This time, he returned to Roswell with His Highness the Prince and gained a lot.

"Okay, you go down, I still have something to talk to Vincent."

"Here!"

Gastens took the order and took his leave. Elliot and Vincent watched him exit the room, and were silent for a while before they began to talk.

"What do you think of him?"

Although not specified, Vincent knew that Elliot was asking Gastenth.

"Your Highness, this person is smart and specialized in weapons. The key is that although he has been a serf since he was a child, he is very kind and seems to understand the rules of aristocratic people. This surprised me and made me a little worried. You know, some children from aristocratic families who cannot help them may not be as proficient in aristocratic etiquette as he has been educated for more than ten years at home."

"This is all a trivial matter. He must have two tricks to climb up from a serf. What I asked is, do you think this person is available?"

"It is available, but be careful," Vincent almost immediately gave his advice, "The trick he did in the Elena Plain has been complaining."

"He climbed up from the bottom and knew the mentality of the scum at the bottom. It seems reasonable in my opinion that he chose to solve the problem through the bottom method. He gave many serfs the freedom of their serfs. Those serfs are now scrambling to work hard for him. Can you think of such a thing? If you can't do it, even if he is just a small serf, you should admire him, but you still have to admire him."

"Your Highness is wise, but only dealing with these scums will never be on the table. If you want to bring him under your command, then the things he wants to win over serfs will be pointed at you. After all, we are royal families, and we can't bear it even if we are really labeled as winning over serfs against slavery."

"I didn't expect him to come to the stage," Prince Eliot thought for a while, "What you said makes sense, you can't get too close to this person. Moreover, he was treason before, and it seemed that he had something to do with communism. This person can be used, but he must not be careful. The personnel you arranged are safe?"

"Naturally and safe," Elliot nodded, "He is now trying to master the kid's production method as soon as possible. Gastenth calls the assembly line, which is much faster than our traditional factories. After my people learn it, Gastenth's task has basically been completed."

"Production technology is one aspect, and there is also the boy's thoughts. You must also keep your people attentive. He is a person who struggles in the mud and doesn't give up his own ideas so easily. The blame for communism is too big, and anyone who takes it will die."

"I understand, Your Highness."

Vinson nodded, responded to this matter and started another topic.

"Your Highness, I have asked in the past few days. Roninger seems to have really rebelled. His Majesty the Emperor ordered the disbandment on the spot by the recruits summoned by the Southern Military Region. But Roninger wanted all these people back, and the emperor's men did not stop him."

"It's not that I didn't stop me, I dare not stop me. Now His Majesty doesn't have many soldiers, so why should I stop me? Ronninger has always lacked people. This time, there is such a good opportunity. The old fox Charlie Ronning will definitely not let go. When the spring of next year comes, we will have some fights." Elliot obviously has his own opinion on Ronninger's affairs, "But you just talked about this in front of that kid. Are you thinking about it?"

"Indeed," Vinson nodded, "That kid is smart, he can see it even without saying it. Instead of letting him guess and affecting his childbirth, it is better to tell him directly, which can make him feel trusted. In this way, he will not mislead our affairs."

"Well, too," Elliot made it and drank the tea in the pot in one breath. "What do you think about the movement after spring?"

"Your Highness, I think that as long as there is no big problem with Niglu and continue to be in chaos, Your Majesty will definitely turn his troops to the east. Judging from the news we have received now, this matter is basically a foregone conclusion. As for the thorny hills, Your Majesty will at most leave one or two legions to defend in Tulucas. The focus next year should be Roninger."

"I understand," Elliot nodded, "Is there any news from other princes?"

"I heard that His Highness will serve as the Chief of Staff of the upcoming First Legion of the Central Military Region."

"My second brother Wenfeng Gibson?"

Elliot thought for a few seconds and laughed, "My second brother has always liked to watch operas, he is very weak-hearted. He pushed him up and played against me, so his father is really worried."

"Your Highness, your nobles, you should not be despised."

"I know, please help me save some snacks and see if I can put some people in the Central Military Region. I am looking forward to the upcoming spring offensive..."

Prince Eliot finished speaking and picked up the teapot on the table and wanted to drink it, but found that there was no water inside. He smashed his mouth twice and stood up.

"Let's go, let's go eat some good food. After chatting for so long, I'm really hungry."

"Here."

Vincent lowered his head and agreed, the glitter on the roof swayed gently, casting colorful lights and shadows on the ground.

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When Karim Ronin, the third adopted son of the Grand Duke of the Glacier, pushed open the thick wooden door of his father's study, Charlie Ronin was sitting next to the pyroxene fireplace to bake pyroxene. The huge bear-skin cloak wrapped him thickly, making his body look extremely small.

"Father", Karim stepped forward a few steps, stood in front of Charlie Ronin, and bowed his head and saluted.

"how's it going?"

Charlie Ronin's voice was low, and he seemed to be a little sleepy.

"It was found out, and all the evidence pointed to the Western Theater Command."

Although he had expected it, when he really got enough evidence, Karim was still shocked by the boldness of the Western Military Region, so that when he reported to his father, his voice was still trembling.

"oh?"

Charlie Ronin sat upright, "Well, that bastard Paul, for his position, even my old friend's son is going to be killed?"

"That might be an accident," Karim whispered. He knew that his father was in a bad mood every time he talked about his dead son. But what he had to report now determined the fundamental problem of Roninger's nearly six million people's lives in the future, and he was not careless. "The information we have only shows that people from the Western Theater Command killed Prince Dawn, and there is not enough evidence to prove that they deliberately killed the fourth brother."

"This kind of thing does not need to be proved," Charlie Ronin smiled softly, "If he dares to kill Dawn, he will not dare to kill my Charlie Ronin's son. And such an obvious method has always been his style. Now that the great magician has lost his magic power, everyone in the world is the same. Paul Zhong wants to change his taste, but did he forget that I, Charlie Ronin, is also a foodie?"

"Father, that's what I'm preparing for—"

"Continue to prepare for the war, and take out half of the newly recruited serf soldiers to familiarize me with the environment and prepare for farming. The food will be very tight this year, and I don't want Roninger to have anything to do with the food."

"I understand, my father," Karim bowed, "When will we start the negotiation with the other side?"

"In winter, we can't fight anyway, so it's good to fight verbal battles." Charlie Ronning has a clear idea, "When spring begins, we will naturally let them know that they have made a big, big mistake-"

As he said, Charlie Ronin stood up, and the dark brown bearskin cloak slid off his shoulders and melted onto the floor.
Chapter completed!