The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

The old king was amused by Xia Zuoyi, this request was quite reasonable.

He slowed down and said, "You just want to expand your territory, don't you want gold coins?"

Xia Zuoyi's eyes were shining like stars, she raised her head and said in a childish voice, "Will His Majesty give it all to me?"

It doesn't matter if you give it all.

Just as the old king was about to make a generous promise, Bas Ridges spoke first.

He stared at Xia Zuoyi with a sharp look that could scare a child into tears: "It's not a problem to have territorial gold coins, but the Kojit Sea is within the range of Wissas, and the sea salt will be dried and sold within Wissas." conduct……"

"You know, a gift to the king is more than just a piece of parchment with writing on it."

A lord is a vassal of the king or a superior lord, and has other obligations such as military service, tribute, and taxes.

The lord is the supreme ruler in his own territory and enjoys the power of administrative justice and other privileges.

Such as opening courts and prisons, setting up checkpoints, collecting taxes, etc.

The Weissas territory is directly entrusted by the king and is a vassal of the king.

The king can enjoy the obligations of the lord, but he has no right to intervene in all affairs in the lord's territory at will, including fighting. Sometimes the king has to discuss with the lord to borrow troops.

Bas Ridges, as Chancellor of the Exchequer, is well aware of the huge benefits in selling salt.

He wanted to control it, but he couldn't blatantly seek it for himself.

After all, the Wissas territory is not his vassal.

Xia Zuoyi took a step back when he saw him, took Judit's clothes with his small hand and said softly, "I can give [-]% of the profits from the sale of salt to His Majesty the King."

Bass Ridges said: "As far as I know, Wissas is remote and poor. Since you want to expand your territory, you might as well exchange Wissas with His Majesty the King for another rich city close to the royal city."

Only when Wissus became a land of no man did he have a chance to get it.

Xia Zuoyi: "But I only want Wissus."

Bas Ridges raised the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Count Designia is smart."

"Thank you for your compliment." Xia Zuoyi pursed her lips shyly.

The old king waved Bas Ridges back to the side, and ordered the attendant to bring the map: "It seems that there is only one Mount Paar near Wissus... How about making Mount Paar your territory and rewarding you with five boxes of gold coins?" Sample?"

Xia Zuoyi naturally agreed.

The procedures for the transition of the territory took half a day.

The old king asked him to play and rest in the royal city first, and later an attendant would deliver the documents in person.

After Xia Zuoyi left the royal hall.

Bas Ridges said: "Your Majesty, the method of drying salt in seawater is very important to Gadayat. If you control it in your hands, the wealth of the kingdom will definitely be stronger. If you don't use Weishas..."

The old king interrupted him: "Designia can be regarded as my descendant. He offered the sea salt drying method, but I turned around and took back his territory. It was said that I bullied a helpless child. Where will I put my face at that time?"

"Sixty percent of the benefits are already quite a lot. Wisas is my vassal, and naturally it is also my wealth. There is no difference between them, Riches."

Bas Ridges suppressed the hidden emotions in his eyes and lowered his head: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After discussing political affairs with the king, he returned to his residence in a carriage.

The butler had long been waiting for the doorman to serve him, took off his coat, brought him a glass of wine, and said, "My lord, you seem to be in a bad mood because of government affairs..."

"Because of something I can't control." Bas Ridges stood by the window with a dark face.

Steward: "It must be a very precious thing."

"exactly."

"I remember that Fort Comoi is my vassal?"

Steward: "Yes, Your Excellency, the lord of Fort Comoil is Bevis Eliot."

Bas Ridges turned around and walked to the table, took a pen and wrote a letter, sealed it with wax and handed it to the butler: "Let someone send the letter to Fort Comoi immediately, and hand it over to Bivis A Liott."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke." The butler took the channel.

Xia Zuoyi naturally didn't know about Bas Ridges' secret plan.

He was wandering around the royal city with Judit and Kelly.

Wangcheng is indeed very lively.

In addition to the bad smell and the same dirty environment, there are not only knights patrolling back and forth in the city, but also priests praying in the temple of the Creator God.

Some civilians also knelt outside the temple and prayed with their eyes closed.

There are no churches or shrines in Wissas.

Xia Zuoyi was a little curious about the God of Creation, and walked in with Judit and Kelly.

Nobles can enter the palace at will, and no one will stop them.

The main colors of the temple are white and gold, and the top of the temple is inlaid with Gothic glass windows, and the window is outlined with a pattern of the holy flower of Bellanca.

When the sun shines through the glass windows and the mottled colors refract on the walls, it will create a beautiful scene.

Xia Zuoyi saw the statue of the Creator God standing under the dome, wearing a white robe, with loose hair, and with a compassionate smile on his face, holding the divine flower in one hand and stroking it with the other.

"I heard that there was a miracle in the Western Continent, Judith, is this true?"

Xia Zuoyi withdrew her gaze from staring at Chuangshishen, recalling the plot in the novel, with the halo of the heroine Mary Su shining, Chuangshishen seemed to be just a background board that could not exist.

"Of course it's true."

A pastor turned his head to answer when he heard this, and after seeing clearly that the person who asked the question was a child, the expression on his face eased: "Please don't ask such questions again, the Chuangshi God is omnipotent."

Xia Zuoyi said in a more innocent tone: "Since the Creator God is omnipotent, I pray to him for a lot of small gold coins, will he give me?"

The pastor blushed: "How can you get something for nothing."

"But you said that God of Creation is omnipotent."

"If he doesn't give me a small amount of money, can he give me the ability to get what I want? Can he make me healthy and healthy forever? Can..."

"Please stop talking!"

The pastor raised his voice, his face showing the aggrieved feeling of "I'm about to be pissed off because you're a nobleman, but I can't do anything about it".

"Oh."

Xia Zuoyi pouted her lips, she couldn't help being teased.

Parshan was about to be included in Wissas, so he couldn't help but want to relax.

Behind the temple.

A handsome black-haired boy couldn't help curling his mouth. His golden eyes shone like the bright morning sun. He was holding a white nine-petal flower in his hand. It was Belranka.

"Your Majesty, the things have been obtained." A knight in armor appeared behind the boy.

"Ah."

The young man responded lightly, and did not speak again until the child he was watching walked out of the temple: "Do you think the Creator God is omnipotent?"

The knight panicked: "Of course it is, Your Majesty."

The young man smiled noncommittally: "Let's go, leave Gadayat."

"Yes."

Xia Zuoyi only went out when she heard the noise coming from outside the hall.

Otherwise, he wanted to stay to see if the pastor would cry from his anger.

Outside the temple, an incident of nobles beating slaves was taking place.

The cause is verbal conflict.

The civilians gathered around to point and point, the merchants applauded or couldn't bear to watch, the patrolling knights stood aside to maintain order... No one intervened, and no one stopped the unilateral "murder" among the crowd.

The man to be killed in the middle was a tall and strong man.

He has thick light brown hair, dark brown skin, a knife scar on the right side of his face, and bloodstains on his upper body. He is being pressed down and kneeling on the ground, bearing the blows of sticks one after another.

A young aristocratic youth smiled viciously at the side: "Use a little force! Don't you all have enough to eat?!"

He seemed to want the man to go through pain and suffering before he died, and he didn't want to give him a good time.

The beneficiaries of the kingdom's laws did not include slaves.

And nobles have privileges, even if they kill someone in the street, they will not bear any responsibility, let alone a slave who was killed.

"Clap" sound.

The stick hit the top of the man's head, and blood flowed instantly.

Half of the blood dripped to the ground along the ear, and the other half slid down the forehead and flowed into the left eye. The brown eye was stained red with blood, and the vision was blurred, but it still burst out with a sharp and unyielding will.

He is like a wounded and dying lion, his pride cannot be crushed, his straight back is not bent at all, even if he is humiliated, he still holds his head high.

It was about to stain the ground with blood and flow into a "river".

A voice came from the crowd - "Stop."

The noble youth raised his eyes, only to see a child who was less than his thigh walking towards him, and instructed a knight to stop the beating.

"Who are you?" The noble young man said in a bad tone.

"Who are you? Say your name before asking others."

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Nat Case."

Xia Zuoyi raised her chin: "Do you have a title?"

Nat Case scoffed: "My father is the Marquis of Marco Case, so naturally I don't have a title, don't you?"

Xia Zuoyi: "I have."

"Count Xia Zuoyi Designia, please call me the Count."

Nat Case froze.

He did not doubt what Xia Zuoyi said, after all, impersonating a noble is a capital offense.

Nat Keith had heard his father mention the name Designia. The old Designia died unexpectedly, and the earl was inherited by a six-year-old child.

He was... quite envious.

Did not expect to meet here.

Nat Keith raised the corners of his mouth: "Count Designia... my man, what do you want?"

Xia Zuoyi pointed at the man: "What crime did he commit?"

Nat Keith sneered: "His crime was that he betrayed the lord as a knight, brutally murdered the lord's younger brother, violated the spirit of chivalry, and was given sins to become a slave and then sold to Gadayat."

"Sell it? Isn't he from Gadayat?"

"That's right, he's from the neighboring country Qana."

Xia Zuoyi was thoughtful: "Are you his master now?"

"So what?"

Xia Zuoyi showed a sweet and soft smile to Nat Case: "Brother, can you sell him to me?"

A heart attack.

Nat Case stammered: "No, it's just a slave. I'll give you...well, two or two gold coins."

No, it can’t be given for free, at most it can be reduced to the lowest price.

Nat Case came to his senses at the last moment.

Xia Zuoyi sighed regretfully.

Two gold coins are two gold coins.

After all, he is someone who needs five boxes of gold coins, and he is rich and powerful, so he doesn't care.