All I Need Is the Speaker. / Theresa Breaks Down in Tears.

Of course, someone knew that Shu couldn't leave the Great Wilderness City. If she left, the Demons below wouldn't be able to be suppressed, so naturally, she would be rejected every time.

So most of the time it was just a joke, but it inevitably aroused Shu's curiosity, especially when combined with the photos sent by Huang Cao, this feeling grew stronger and stronger.

It's been a full six months, and I still haven't received a response to the letter I submitted to the Yan Country's officials. Could something have happened?

Shu couldn't help but think.

At this time, the current True Dragon of the Yan Country was frowning and his expression was becoming increasingly grim.

Of course, a little accident happened. When the current True Dragon saw that such a thing existed, he hurriedly sent people to Victoria to see if it was really true.

When he learned that such a rare object did indeed exist, True Dragon even wanted to invite Huang Cao to Yan Country as a guest and to host him with a grand banquet.

The result was unsurprising: Huang Cao refused the Yan Country Emperor.

The millet Seed were a super high-end version, while the normal version of rice Seed could only yield three harvests a year at most, and the growth required far more nutrients than the super high-end version.

Huang Cao said that knife skills are an art.

If I reveal all such good stuff at once, what am I supposed to earn later?

So they used the excuse of high cost to brush it off, but the Yan Country Emperor also learned from Huang Cao's letter that there was an even lower-cost version of the Seed.

Although the yield was much lower, the nutrients consumed were also a bit higher.

However, True Dragon understood that even so, the opponent's low-end version of the Seed still had a much higher yield than the current Seed production in Yan Country.

It should produce at least half again as much, not to mention it retains its still incredibly strong disaster resistance.

Therefore, it remains the most precious of treasures. The Emperor of Yan Country thought about this every day, and he became quite haggard.

About a month later, the current True Dragon personally wrote a letter asking Shu to put in a good word for him.

Seeking the well-being of the people of Yan Country is not a shameful thing, since the current True Dragon doesn't care about his reputation anyway.

I'm already sitting on a bomb, I have no face to begin with.

The True Dragon already knew about the conversation between Huang Cao and Shu.

He was certainly aware of some of the seemingly overly intimate remarks, especially given his position in the imperial court.

It's not that I don't want to let her out, but she really can't leave because she's sitting on a bomb just like me.

If possible, True Dragon really hopes that these Sui can find a home in this country.

Most of the Yan Country emperors did not place too much importance on the existence of Sui; on the contrary, many of them placed their trust in him.

If Shu does find a home in another country after leaving, settles down, gets married, and has a child, the Emperor of Yan Country can send his blessings.

Anyway, as long as I don't die, everything is fine.

The current True Dragon has always felt that his men might be a bit overreacting.

Even I, the Emperor of the mighty Yan Country, am not in a hurry. What's wrong with letting a few of these twelve people get together from time to time?

What, do these people have to blow each other up and go to the Western Paradise together every time they meet?

So why are you all panicking? Should I cut the budget to calm you down?

The more the contemporary True Dragon thought about it, the angrier he became. He vented his anger at not being able to contact Huang Cao on his subordinates, and thus actually cut off one-tenth of the annual salary of the Si Sui Tai.

Then Zuo Le's ancestors felt like the sky was about to fall...

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Chapter 117 As long as the Speaker is there, that's enough.

Let's put the matter of Yan Country aside for now.

Huang Cao's company is thriving!

I must say, Victoria is truly a wonderful place.

Unlike the previous life, the Victoria in this world has a vast territory and is exceptionally rich in natural resources.

The company has no shortage of the three basic raw materials for fertilizers: nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. After six months of operation, the industrial chain has spread throughout Victoria.

And it is functioning well.

As for where fertilizer technology came from, it is thanks to Abundance Technology, but we will leave that question aside for now.

In any case, the effort required for other nobles to establish a complete chemical production process is far greater than that required for Huang Cao.

The company behind Huang Cao is called Abundance, and the department responsible for the sales and maintenance of fertilizers and Seed is called Abundance Agricultural Union.

And very generously, he gave 10 percent of the department's revenue to his members of parliament.

After all, a company needs manpower to operate. You naturally keep your trusted confidants, but you still need some lackeys and cronies.

Moreover, due to his position as speaker of parliament, Huang Cao gradually gained control over all aspects of the country by using his executive power.

Means of production are everything, and the nobles' soldiers gradually became inseparable from their own Abundance Company.

The nobles' soldiers need to gradually rely on the council so that these dukes can be gradually sidelined.

He has already started doing it, and it's going very smoothly, after all, he's using the speaker's name to help them upgrade their equipment and improve their benefits.

The dukes were also unaware of anything amiss, as they still believed that their position as Speaker was being sidelined by the members of parliament.

In reality, the council is full of his own die-hard fans, while the future dukes are the ones who are being sidelined.

Meanwhile, at the mansion of a prominent nobleman in Victoria.

A handover ceremony is about to begin.

A count, lying on his Earl, shakily raised his will.

"Who should I pass the position to?"

The count, Earl was already in his seventies, coughed heavily a few times, his eyes revealing his exhaustion.

Looking at the names on the list, his thoughts kept churning.

The eldest son is undoubtedly the best heir, the successor personally groomed by the father. The second daughter is also good, knowledgeable and capable of leading the territory to better development. The third son is mediocre.

The fourth son is a bit strange. Although he has contributed the most to the family, he is cunning and treacherous...

He also frequently puts his entire family in danger, such as when he suddenly fell out with some Londinium and became a member of the Lower House.

This move did indeed bring great benefits to the family, increasing their income several times over and even pulling them back from the brink of decline and financial crisis, bringing them to their historical peak.

However, this was not what the old Earl wanted, because the risk was too great. They were Earl, not dukes, and did not have much power.

Taking a steady approach is the best course of action, so the old Earl did not agree with this approach and did not want to entrust the future of the entire family to a gambler.

However, the fourth son's contribution was so great that it was impossible to completely ignore it.

This is what makes things difficult for the old Earl, because greater merit means greater power, and the people in the territory are more likely to accept his fourth son.

However, if her fourth son were to take over her position, given her son's personality, her eldest son and second daughter would likely face a difficult future.

After much deliberation, the old Earl finally included his eldest son's name in his will and planned to read it aloud in two days.

The old Earl had a premonition that he probably wouldn't make it through the week; he was getting old and it was time for him to abdicate...

But all of this was clearly seen by one pair of eyes.

Now, on the ceiling above the old Earl's head, an invisible "tree man" is silently observing everything in the room.

These are the Abundance Warrior sent by Huang Cao.

Do you remember when the members of parliament, fresh from the Victoria coup, saw the destructive power of the Abundance Warrior and asked to borrow one for their security?

In order to indirectly control the various families, Huang Cao naturally agreed to send all one hundred Abundance Warrior to the territory of his own councilor.

However, there were no strict hierarchical rules; he was simply a bodyguard who also served as an advisor.

"Good brother, what is the old man's will? Is it that I should inherit the position?"

Back in the room, the Abundance Warrior was immediately surrounded by men.

The old Earl's fourth son asked impatiently.

In response, the Abundance Warrior shook his head. "It is very regrettable, Fourth Young Master. Your father did not intend to pass the position to you. His will stated that the position was to be passed to his eldest son."

"How dare that old scoundrel! I clearly did the most work, why should he pass the position to that good-for-nothing brother of mine!"

"Without me! This family would have gone bankrupt long ago! They would all have to go back to the fields and eat coarse wheat porridge!"

Just as the old Earl had predicted, the fourth son immediately lost his composure, and his expression turned ferocious.

The Abundance Warrior also felt this was very inappropriate, as the task given to him by Lord Huang Cao was to help the councilor seize power from the new nobles.

If you actually pass your location to someone else, your mission will fail.

"Fourth Young Master, what should we do next?"

The Abundance Warrior had already decided that, regardless of whether the man in front of him made a move tonight, he would immediately kill all three other heirs.

But the man before him was just as the old Earl had imagined; he showed absolutely no mercy when it came to his own brothers and sisters.

"How could this be...?"

The man crouched on the ground in anguish, remembering how he had been at the forefront when he was facing Victoria.

He didn't back down even when facing the fists of the Steam Knight, all for the sake of giving his family a chance to change.

Fortunately, the great the Speaker recognized his efforts and, in addition to acknowledging them, also granted him a portion of King Aslan's rich lands.

With the help of this land and cooperation with other members of parliament, his family was able to turn around from a state of decline in an instant.

Look at all those documents on the table! Countless days and nights of hard work.

I've been planning for the future of the territory day and night, so why doesn't this old man acknowledge me?

I also want to pass the Earl's position to my eldest brother, just because he is the eldest son, so I have to agree to it?

By the way, strictly speaking, the one sent to Londinium was the old Earl's heir, but that's not actually the case.

The old Earl lied and gave away his fourth son while keeping his eldest.

This way, the true heir wouldn't have to go to Londinium, and even if King Aslan wanted to use him as a scapegoat, the true heir could be protected.

Therefore, from beginning to end, the fourth son was merely a tool for the old Earl to protect the true heir.

So he was really dissatisfied!

118

Chapter 118 Theresia's Tears and Collapse

"Everything is mine, and no one can take it away from me."

The man's gaze hardened completely as he turned to look at the Abundance Warrior:

"Good brother, you will help me, right? The Speaker will definitely support me, right?"

Why did the air suddenly feel heavy?

The Abundance Warrior suddenly felt as if he were carrying something on his shoulders, but in order to make Lord Huang Cao's image even more noble...

"The Speaker certainly doesn't want you to be stigmatized, but if it's for your survival, all you need to do is write a letter of apology after this is over, and I believe he will forgive you."

"I knew the Speaker was great, so could you hand over the heads of my eldest brother, third brother, and second sister to me?"

Old Deng, if you're ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless too...

As for family ties, I grew up in Londinium and can only go back once a year during holidays. What family ties are you talking to me about?

The man was completely reckless; no one knew what kind of life he was living in Londinium, because his identity was a lie.

The nobles beside them were the true heirs.

As nobles, the dukes were naturally not afraid that King Aslan would turn against their heirs. Even if they were to rebel, the king would surely try to negotiate with them by bringing his son into the picture.

He also felt that having his heir stay in the turbulent Londinium would better cultivate his character and conduct.

The poor nobles are the ones who suffer the most. If they accidentally offend King Aslan, that lion can easily kill them without any fear of them causing trouble or rebelling.

If that's the case, then so be it.

Unfortunately, this man knew that he was just a fake, and that his father was completely unwilling to support him.