Chapter 457： Clearly arranged

The nobles signed it.

It took only one minute, and the last influence of the aristocratic system in the South on this land disappeared.

Gao Wen sat on the long table with a solemn gesture. The thirty-one lords who survived in the south sat on the sides of the long table. The inherited people of the noble and old surnames lowered their heads here, silent. Signing his name on the document in front of him, and in the corner of the hall, an old man wearing a scholar's robes is directing his apprentice to turn a slightly bulky magical device into the direction of the long table.

That's actually a magic network communicator. Although it is so heavy that it needs a young and strong man to lift it, it already represents Cecil's current superb technology.

When the long-table scene was reflected in the photographic crystal of the Magic Network Communicator, Godwin Orlando did not hesitate to press a button on the device.

In another room not far away, the projection crystal above the arcane printing press illuminates, and the holographic projection shows the scene in the large conference hall, accompanied by a series of mechanical sounds inside the machine, its arcane The surface of the transfer cylinder glowed with magical energy, and the transmitted image was quickly printed on the already prepared paper.

Hetty took the paper from the side of the press, carefully rolled it up and sealed it into the seal, and handed it to an assistant who had already waited for him: "Send it to the newspaper and tell them to use the full version."

The assistant took the "bottom plate" away like a treasure. Heti looked at the holographic projection above the machine and felt a lot of emotions. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's hard to imagine..."

Kamal floated aside and after hearing Hedi’s words, he asked, “Are you talking about what happened in the conference hall, or is this device?”

“Everything,” said Hetty, turning his head and saying seriously, “The scene of the signing of the old nobles will be recorded in this way and spread throughout the South at an alarming rate, far better than any notice, any preach, any Rumors, the ironclad will be spread all over the land in an unstoppable way... I always thought that the cannons that could break the mountain were the most powerful weapons, but now I finally understand... Why did the ancestors say that the printing press is the same weapon? Great power."

Then she lowered her head and looked at Rebecca, who was behind the side of the Arcane press, and opened the machine cover to check the internal operation: "...and the child thought of the magic network communicator and arcane so quickly. The use of the combination of the printing press also surprised me."

"I said very early that Rebecca is a genius, she does not bear the glory of the Cecil family," Gao Wen's voice came from the doorway, involved in the conversation between Herti and Carmel, "and As for the words in front of you... I am very happy that you finally realized the power of the combination of the printing press and the 'media.'"

Rebecca, who was drilling the machine under the printing press, heard the voice of Gao Wen, and immediately he was happy to get up and squat: "Ah! The ancestors are coming! You are just too..."

"Hey!!"

Rebecca’s head slammed into a metal rail under the machine, making a jingle that could be heard throughout the room. Gao Wen saw that the whole machine was even shaken by the shock, and then I saw Rebecca screaming and screaming and crawling out: "Aunt... It hurts..."

Heti was shocked by the movement of this silly scorpion. For a moment, even the blame was forgotten. He quickly went down to check the head of the prostitute. Gao Wen was also shocked. In three or two steps, he came to the n+1 layer. In front of the woman: "Are you okay?"

Rebecca hugged his head and looked up at Gao Wen. His face was full of tears: "Nothing..."

Gao Wen was relieved and quickly directed the mechanical bachelor next to him: "That check the machine..."

At the scene, no one thinks that Gao Wen’s words are wrong...

Herti glared at Rebecca with a helpless face, but she remembered that she was still boasting this girl a moment ago, so she refused to say anything in her heart and had to talk to Gao Wen: "The ancestors, you put those nobles Are you throwing it?"

"They have finished signing the word conference," Gao Wen said. "All the follow-up arrangements I have already explained to them, it won't take long. Of course, in order to celebrate their freedom and become Cecil. I have arranged a small banquet for them... but I will not care what kind of mood they will attend."

After saying this, Gao Wen waved his hand: "These are put aside - the ‘photo’ is printed? How is the effect?”

"Ah, sorry for the ancestors, I have already sent people away," Herti exclaimed a little, and immediately reported, "The effect is very good, the effect of the illusion magic on the paper and the traditional 'shorthand 'The spells are very different, but more realistic."

"That's good, you just reviewed it," Gao Wen nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Rebecca, who was still rubbing his nose and tearing his nose. "Stupid child, still hurt?"

"No pain," Rebecca said with a red face on his neck, but then he shook his head. "There is something in the skull..."

Looking at the girl's forcible calm, Gao Wen can only sigh and sigh: "Oh - you still protect your head, such a good mind really wants to hit the stupid, the loss is too great."

Herti was also a look of laughter and laughter. She sighed and turned to Gao Wen: "The ancestor, do you think those signed aristocrats will settle down?"

"To be honest, I never trust them, whether it is before they sign or after signing." There are no outsiders here, Gao Wen said very directly. "But I don't need them to support me or against me." It doesn't make sense. We have to be vigilant and maintain monitoring of them, at least until they and their first generation of descendants are dead, and even if these two generations die, we must continue to be vigilant. The actions of their children and grandchildren, but the monitoring will become more moderate."

Gao Wen looked up and looked in the direction of the conference hall. His sight seemed to be through the walls and the door panels, and he could directly see the southern nobles who were leaving the scene.

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"Yes," Herti said seriously, but she still had some concerns. "But this is the case... maybe we will miss some talents. The nobles are the best intellectuals in the land, they may Most of them are unstable, but there are still things that can be won and taught..."

Gao Wen sighed, and Heti’s words of course he understood: “I allow them to go through the business after passing the assessment. This is already avoiding waste as much as possible, and there are already many risk hazards in this, considering the risk and expected benefits. This line cannot be changed. In addition, I have not completely restricted the death - the second and third generations of the old aristocrats, and the non-extracting side branches, which can be enjoyed and ordinary after examination and observation. Citizens have the same rights."

Having said that, he paused and went on to say: "Of course, this will still miss some talents, and there is no fairness to them, but this is the necessary price. It is easy for us to eliminate the army of the old aristocracy on the battlefield, but If they become a member of the Cecil system, then it would be a huge problem to remove them."

Herti bowed her head deeply: "Yes, I understand."

Gao Wen sank a bit and added: "Well, if you really find a highly recognized talent among the aristocrats in the South and their children, you can report it to me. I will personally organize the assessment and consider it as appropriate."

Then he sighed: "Next, let's go see our real guests."

In the small, yet clean and comfortable living room, not far from the conference area, Andrew Leslie and Roppene Gülen are waiting quietly for the arrival of the Duke.

"This day is coming soon, isn't it?" The Viscount Andrew picked up the black tea in his hand and smiled at the woman next to him. "It seems to be yesterday. Cecil was a dying surname last year. Today they have Jun is in the south."

Roperie Gülen reveals a smile that doesn't have much temperature: "I have waited more than a year or two, Mr. Viscount."

"...you are an admirable lady, you have faith, and your mind is stronger than me," said Viscount Andrew after a moment of silence. His attitude was sincere and then he was self-deprecating. "Unlike me, I was only Investing in a business."

"Investment?" Roppeni looked at the pale face curiously. She was said to be a man with weak constitution because of over-taking the potion. She didn't know much about this past. "What kind of investment?"

"Investing in the Duke of Cecil," Andrew Leslie's gaze looked ahead and whispered, "That's the most daring business I've ever done in my life..."

"Now Gaowen is our monarch," Roppenny Glan quietly looked at the Viscount Andrew. "Is this investment made to you?"

"Earned or lost..." Andrew Leslie whispered, and his mind emerged as a territory that developed rapidly in the past year. The territory has completely become the industrial raw material of Cecil, in his mind. It shows the amazing wealth that I have earned in the past year. Every coin and silver coin is marked by Cecil. He has been regarded as the best, most benevolent and most open-minded in the history of the Lesley family. The lord, his people praised him and praised him for his unwavering execution of Cecil’s law...

He will become the governing officer of the city of Tanzania, and as a proof of merit, the office of the Tanzanian government will also retain a seat of the Lesley family.

He believes that as long as the Lesley family does not make disobedience in the future, as long as it is not excessively stupid, then his descendants will always enjoy enormous wealth, which is unimaginable compared with the past as a land lord.

But they will also forever lose the power to kill and kill in the territory, and even ... they must also obey the management of the Office of Administration.

Is this investment earned or lost?

"Of course it’s earned," Andrew Lesley looked up and smiled, his tone without hesitation. "I certainly earned it, and I only earned it."

The waiter’s voice rang outside the door: "Gao Wen? Duke Cecil arrives -"