"Earl Greiman, Earl Garnard, how are those gadgets of yours made? I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy related technology."
Finally someone asked.
"Me too, our family still has some savings, and the price offered will definitely satisfy you."
With the first, there is the second.
They also sent people to Arda to inquire about related technologies, but Arda was extremely strict with each factory and the workers there.
The production process in factories is divided into several parts. A worker is only responsible for a small part of it, and few people can see the whole picture. Everyone with this qualification is supported by a high salary, and they and their families live in a special area that is strictly protected.
So far, they have only found out a little bit of information. For example, paper making seems to be related to wood, and porcelain seems to be made of clay.
Cecil This Intelligence Director manages Department of Intelligence. Although he is not as powerful as in other time travel novels, he still does a good job of keeping his own secrets. But having said that, the surrounding lords don't have any underground power to take action, and everyone is just a novice on the "secret front".
Mellon was at a loss and looked at Paul in a daze, waiting for him to make up his mind.
"Uh... everyone..."
Paul pondered for a moment, and now he is still undecided whether to open the technology to the outside world. Since Blast Furnace succeeded in making iron, he has pursued higher-level pursuits and is no longer too interested in industries such as papermaking and canning. I don't want to spend too much money to keep their secrets. As I thought before, these things will spread out sooner or later.
However, even the combination of Arda and Bairdin does not form an absolute advantage over the surrounding territories. In this chaotic world, it is the last word to have a big fist, and you must first save some capital for self-protection.
"Everyone, we have a patent system there. Whether these technologies can be used by others must be authorized by the inventor."
"Patent? Aren't you the lord of Arda? Do you still have to look at other people's eyes?"
"This... we have to talk about some rules after all. It's not convenient to talk about it here now. If you are interested, you are welcome to visit Lakeheart Town. Let's sit down and talk slowly."
When the lords saw that Paul was not convinced, they knew that there was great hope in this matter, and there were many people here, so it was indeed not a place to discuss business. It would be better if fewer people know about the good stuff, and just a few neighbors can share it with each other.
"Okay, okay, let's go back and talk slowly! Paul little brother, Mellon little brother, drink! Drink!"
Everyone with smiles turned to other topics and started talking loudly.
"Duke Ferdinand~to——"
"Earl Kent~to——"
A loud roll call came from outside the door, the voice was several times louder than the others. The real host of this birthday party finally arrived.
The entire hall fell silent, and everyone waited calmly for the arrival of the largest vassal in the northwest of the kingdom.
A trembling figure slowly walked in with the support of a servant.
Now Duke Ferdinand looks thin and weak, and can't even walk steadily.
"Tsk tsk~Duke It looks like he is really in trouble."
"I didn't expect it. When I came to visit him half a year ago, he was still rosy and in good health. Oh, he had just got a new side room at that time."
"I'm afraid you don't have an emergency?"
Paul heard people around him whispering.
As soon as the Duke entered the door, his brother Viscount Henry immediately rushed to greet him.
"My brother, I have longed for you. You are the protagonist today. Happy birthday!"
"Well..."
The Duke responded angrily, without looking at the people in the hall, and walked straight to the main seat without saying a word.
Henry dismissed the servant and helped him personally.
Behind the Duke was another person, no, two people.
One is Count Maltz Kent, and the other is a little boy, probably the page boy of Earl Kent.
No one in the hall thought much about why team Earl Kent appeared with the Duke. Everyone knows that Maltz Kent is Duke Ferdinand's most trusted confidant.
Maltz Kent controls the pace and always follows Duke Ferdinand.
The Duke finally came to the edge of his seat, turned around and sat down.
Earl Kent and his page boy also sat down on the seats near the Duke, while Henry sat on the other side of the Duke.
Duke Ferdinand then raised his head and looked around the hall. When he saw so many people in the hall, and they were all looking up at him, their faces turned rosy.
The pleasure brought by power allowed Duke to regain some energy.
He stretched out his slightly trembling arm, and the servant standing beside him immediately filled a wine glass on the table with wine.
The Duke raised his glass and stretched it forward.
"Everyone! Thank you for coming to my birthday party. You will not come home until you are drunk today!"
"Happy birthday to Duke!"
Everyone in the hall also raised their wine glasses towards Duke Ferdinand and congratulated him on his birthday.
"Okay, okay!"
A smile finally appeared on the Duke's face.
Just when everyone was looking at Duke Ferdinand, Paul was observing Earl Kent. This was the person who sent an envoy to Lakeheart Town last year to blackmail him.
Maltz Kent seemed to feel something, and turned his head to meet Paul's eyes.
The corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled slightly at Paul.
Paul felt a sudden chill in his body, just like exploring a dark cave and being frightened by a group of bats living inside.
Duke Ferdinand on the main seat mustered up his strength to announce the start of the banquet. Immediately, a group of servants came in, filled the table in front of everyone with food, took away the wine barrels that had been almost drunk, and replaced them with barrels of fine wine.
"Please!"
"You please too!"
After giving each other some courtesy, the guests began to enjoy the food and wine?
In addition to rich food, there were also various entertainment programs at the banquet, and various artists took turns to perform.
The dwarfs and clowns made people laugh, the minstrel's singing made people intoxicated, and the jugglers' acrobatics made people addicted.
"Oh my, I will definitely gain ten pounds this time when I go back."
Paul held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, sweating profusely as he dealt with the roasted suckling pig in front of him. From time to time, he also had a drink with Mellon, Bryce and others around him.
"Everyone!"
A voice suddenly came from everyone's side. Although the voice was not loud, it made the hall quiet again.
Duke spoke again. Paul reluctantly put down his knife and fork and pretended to listen carefully.
"You have also seen that my body is becoming more and more useless, so..."
The Duke's voice dropped again, as if it was a little difficult to speak.
"So... so..."
After saying "so" several times, he seemed to have made up his mind and mustered up the strength to say it loudly.
"While everyone is here, I want to announce the heir!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.