I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

the only winner

"I don't believe it!" Duke Lauwin struggled, pointing at Duke Stington. "He, after watching the blue sky and white clouds all afternoon, can write such detailed and thoughtful content?"

"But proposing a plan is the same as formulating a policy. What needs to be written is not more..." Fran tapped her forehead with her index finger, "but more use here."

The bright moon can be used as a lesson, but she didn't mock the three nobles for their useless brains.

Duke Lauwin calmed down his anger. This time, he came with an inevitable goal, and he had to be calm to win.

After calming down, he noticed that from the beginning to the end, Fran held Stington's parchment in his hand after it was opened, without revealing a single bit of handwriting.

Fraud!

Lauwin: "If you don't mind, can you give us a look, I want to know if Lord Stington's content is really so amazing."

Fran: "Okay, good things really need everyone to learn together."

Lauwin:?

He didn't expect that this proposal would be adopted so easily.

Fran held the parchment in her left hand, covering the black crystal bright spots on the fingertips of her right hand.

In the blink of an eye, the parchment with only one name and pattern was covered with meticulous and orderly entries.

After receiving the parchment, the rest of the nobles, including Stington, surrounded him.

The three unsuccessful nobles shook their necks neatly from left to right, their eyes filled with disbelief the more they watched.

——Is this something that normal people can write?

As for the "original author" who put his name on the parchment, Duke Stington's expression became more and more surprised.

—Is this something I can write?

"How?" asked the real author Fran, "When I read it, I also admired Lord Stington for coming up with such a thoughtful and unique plan."

Bai Xue also echoed: "I heard part of the content just now, and I think Lord Stington's idea is very good, and I also admire it."

Duke of Stington: ? ? ?

"In this way, my choice is absolutely fair." There was a smile on the corner of Fran's mouth.

She wants to see how these nobles can dance.

"But Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness Fran!" Duke Lauwin really jumped up like a mudskipper in the mud, "Don't you think Lord Stington doesn't want to take this job?"

In order to disperse their power, the old king tried to entrust Stington with major power-related tasks, but he resolutely refused.

This guy won't accept such a business job at all.

The Duke of Stington had an expression of staying out of the matter, and he almost wrote "you talk first and I will be dumbfounded" written on his face.

I don't know if Lord Dark Man will visit his castle tonight, but before going out, he has told the servants to clean up every corner carefully.If he missed it, he would have no face to go back tonight.

Fran: "."

Suddenly, she could empathize with the expression of "you don't want to make progress" on the nobleman's face every time the dark god taught her magic and she was distracted.

But Fran is in no hurry, she has insurance.

"Then if Lord Stington is not willing, who of you can take charge of this important matter?" Fulla asked calmly.

Duke Lauwin waved his cuffs with a "snap": "Of course..."

"Of course it's me!" Marquis Norton continued, "You must not let Lao Wen do it. The last time he took over a similar business, not only the quality of the goods was not guaranteed, but the selling price was also a false report. You also took a large part of the kickbacks, you..."

"Shut up!" Lao Wen didn't pay attention and let Norton sell it.

Fran let out a "huh".

The Duke of Else, who finally came back to his senses, stared at the quills all over the floor, thinking that if it was his turn, then his paintings could be applied, and nodded: "There is indeed such a thing Yes, last time he said he wanted to raise the entry and exit protection fees for merchants at the two city gates with me, but I rejected it."

Duke Lauwin was silent for a moment, the strings in his mind broke.

"Aren't you two old guys? You, the treasury gave you gold coins to strengthen the shops in a unified way, but you are talking about how many gold coins were added to the roof of your house? And you, you were asked to send more people more than a year ago Protect the merchants who enter and leave the city gate, those manpower were added to your house, and they are all women!"

Fran watched the mudskipper "plop", "plop" was very active, and even brought the other two small fish to jump together.

He waved his hand and asked A-Ka to come over: "Hey, write down what they said, and let the princess have a look at it later."

Five minutes later, just before the three nobles almost took off their coats and started fighting, Fran coughed lightly and spit out half a sentence that had been separated by a century: "...But, Stington The adults didn't say that he didn't agree."

Duke Lauwin, whose fist was about to hit Norton's face, Lord Norton, who was about to kick Lauwin's knee, and Duke Else, who continued to stare at the quill pen with a regretful face, turned their heads in unison. Duke of Stington.

Although Stington was young, he did not resist this sudden focus.

He had already seen that all of this was arranged by His Royal Highness Fulan.She has already written his name on today's "answer".

But once the energy is allocated to manage the business, what will happen to the bookshelf of the Dark God?

Which one is more powerful or an adult... no, how can an adult be compared with these nothingnesses?

Of course he chose—

"Please..." At the same time as the firm voice started, he decisively raised his head to face Fran.

The lights in the palace had already been lit by the attendants, and her silhouette was reflected on the palace wall beside her.

The shadow is vague, and it seems to be holding an open book in his hand.

The pages of the book swayed with the shadow of the lamp, and a page was turned with a splash.

"...forgive..." When his eyes turned to the right, he found that there was no book in His Royal Highness Fulan's hands.

Shadow was reading a book with his head lowered slightly, but Fran's head was raised high and looked in his direction.

"...I." His breath gradually died out, and his mouth was fixed on the shape of the word "I".

From the corner of his eye, he saw that the shadow lowered the book, laid it flat on his knees, and raised his head.

——Just like what the Dark God-sama would do every time.

When he reported something that was not very pleasant to the adults, the adults would open the pages like this, put down the book in their hands, and wait until he finished speaking without saying a word.

Not so pleasant?

"Forgive you for what?" Fran asked with a calm smile.

The shadow on the palace wall closed the book.

——This is the manifestation of the impatience of the Lord Dark God.

Stington was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Forgive me for not writing a better plan than this! Please give me this opportunity to make up for my mistakes!"

Elsey barely held his chin, and Norton nearly bit his own tongue.

Mudskipper Duke Lauwin has become a stupid fish without moving.

ah?Listen, all of you, what is it saying? Is it plausible? !

Your sheet of paper is already better than our pile of paper and countless colors, and you still claim to be better?

Fran, who was the only one present who fully understood what was going on, made the final decision: "My lords, that's such a pity. The winner said that he is willing to take over the business of magic potions. It's none of your business, go back and have dinner."

The person she and the dark god want is the believer Stington.

The three nobles, like marionettes, left the palace and castle stiffly back and forth.

All of them had sore backs and were weak, as if they had just fought a big battle.

As soon as they left, Fran called the solemn Duke of Stington over.

He was completely different from the sleepwalker in the afternoon, more like a soldier waiting for orders with clenched fists, taking every step seriously.

"Take back your plan and do as above."

The "soldier" took it with both hands, and bowed ninety degrees in the direction of the figure, seemingly facing Fran.

"You must live up to your expectations."

After handing it over, Fran still had three copies of thick parchment in her hand.

Aka asked, "Sir, do you need me to throw it away?"

"Of course not." Fran folded three copies together, patted her knees neatly, and handed them to Bai Xue who was beside her.

Bai Xue took a few glances, and quickly covered her mouth.

The assets of these nobles are all fatter than the royal family.

"Godmother, is this..."

"Hmm, the confession, the ironclad evidence." Fran put her hands on her chin and smiled, "Check the contents here one by one, and you will soon find out how much these three big fish have swallowed up the people and the royal family. .”

Bai Xue was startled.

This is not fair competition, this is fishing.

Fran, who finished catching fish with her front foot, started making bait again with her back foot.

In addition to Stington, she also needs to select a few trusted nobles or ministers to deal with the big and small affairs of the country that were messed up by the previous king.

These trivial matters are too many and complicated, so let's just take care of the accounts, and she and Bai Xue alone can't count them if they stay up all night.

And it is because there are no qualified managers for these trivial matters that the great nobles dare to keep stuffing things in their pockets unscrupulously.

The list filled with the names of nobles and ministers was sent to Fulan's room overnight.

"Mirror, mirror."

"Hey! Beautiful Your Highness Fran, what do you want me to do? Tonight you are like the stars at night, shining brightly, the stars dotted on my mirror." The face of the magic mirror floated out.

It hadn't heard such a friendly address for a long time, and it was excited all of a sudden.

"Who is the Duke of Stington of the Black Forest?"

Magic Mirror: "Huh?"

Are the lines wrong?

"Ah what? Aren't you the all-knowing magic mirror?" Fran scanned the names on the paper without looking up.

Although the magic mirror didn't understand what kind of magic Master Fran was studying, it still pointed its "camera" at the Duke in the ancient castle in the south of the city.

In the center of the oval mirror, the Duke of Stington was humming a tune and using a feather duster to clean the neat and tidy bookshelf.

Suddenly, he found a book ink in the corner, looked around to make sure there was no one around, licked his cuff, and then wiped it carefully until all the ink was wiped off.

"May the Lord God of Darkness be satisfied." Stington said devoutly after wiping.

As soon as the screen went black, the room fell into silence.

The silence lasted for a minute, and Fran, who was used to seeing heavy wind and rain, said, "That's how it is used, have you learned it?"

Only then did Aka's stiff body relax: "My lord, I have learned. Just follow what you said, check all the people on this form and record it, right?"

Fran nodded and said encouragingly, "You learn quickly, the future of the sect depends on you young people."

Mirror: Is it used for this kind of thing?

Used to monitor those pedantic nobles?

Could it be that this maid didn't realize that Fran was actually doing business for her own benefit?

She found out that it had nothing to do with sect believers, it was all about the Black Forest!

The magic mirror was carried from the wall to A-Ka's hand.

"Master Fran, I will not disappoint your expectations."

Familiar lines, familiar recipes.

Fran waved at Aka who was holding the mirror, and then closed the door with a look of relief.

Finally a few days of peace and quiet.

Turning his head, he saw the Dark God standing on the balcony.

Her expression froze for a moment, and she quickly asked, "Master Dark God, when did you come?"

Seeing Fran's mouth opening and closing through the glass door, he bent his knees and took a few steps forward, directly passing through the glass door on the balcony.

After doing some business, he remembered that this student skipped his class today in order to give others an exam, so he stopped by to take a look.

As soon as they landed on the balcony, they saw Fran and her maid in the room staring intently at the picture in the magic mirror.

In the picture are his believers in this country, other pictures cannot be said.

After all, he had only touched that bookshelf today.

"When you... closed the door." His words turned around in his mouth and changed his sentence.

"That's right, that's good." After all, Fran couldn't guarantee whether the Dark God would have cleanliness.

She walked to the table, dimmed the oil lamp, and praised: "My lord, the magic you taught me is very useful. The Duke of Stington agreed without any resistance. It is indeed your magic."

Hearing the name "Stington", he was obviously taken aback, and the scene just now came back to his mind.

"Did you forget something?" He tried to avoid the picture.

Fran, who was unwilling to study at night, blinked: "I forgot to check the number of magicians in the palace today."

He: "It has nothing to do with it."

Fulla pondered for a moment again: "My lord, how is the country of Valman now? Has the God of Light noticed that the fairy witch has disappeared?"

"That guy won't go in person, and the elves I sent were also intercepted by me." He replied, "The fairy witch who escaped in the desert last time only sensed the dark power and didn't notice me. I haven't found any other ghosts around this country Light forces."

"Oh—" Fran nodded slowly.

"Continue to play dumb?"

Her head nodded halfway, like a clock that was suddenly stopped, and then quickly turned back to straighten it.

"Don't you have something else to do with me?" Fran suddenly realized with a "huh", "Have you found any other soul fragments? Congratulations!"

"..." He changed his mind, "You just mentioned that the magic I taught you works?"

Fran nodded seriously: "It's very easy to use."

"Easy to use?"

From his meaningful expression, she noticed a trace of something bad.

"Actually..." She began to remedy.

"Since it's easy to use, let's practice it again tonight." He turned his gaze to the lit oil lamp, "The oil in this lamp will burn out."

Fran:?

The oil in it, she remembered that Aka poured it fresh tonight.

Oh, she knew what he had come to see her for.

He wants her dead.

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