A Certain Cat Wants to Make a Quick Buck Off Lord Huang?

Even the lesser nobles would receive some care and support from their families, but since it was a fake, it received none of that.

The old Earl woke up groggily early the next morning.

Just as she was about to call a servant to help her wash up, she called out several times and it turned out to be her fourth son who came in from outside.

Before the old Earl could react, his son threw three heads at him.

At the same time, the tall Sarkaz standing behind his fourth son gradually walked towards him, holding a long sword in his hand.

"All I need is the Speaker, you old man. Who told you to be so insensible?"

A sickly blush appeared on the man's face. From childhood to adulthood, the only the Speaker in the world who had ever been willing to look at him sincerely was the Speaker.

I acknowledge my own actions, so all I need is the Speaker!

Of course, the above-mentioned tragic story of filial piety is only a minority. Most of the time, councilors can inherit their family's titles and territories normally.

But this also shows that Huang Cao's actions were of great help to these heirs.

This almost saved these heirs from being replaced, so they were extremely grateful to him and even regarded him as an idol, which is one example.

One year later...

Eden.

Huang Cao is planning to find a place to practice his skills and officially expand his influence overseas. Victoria has already won the Grand Slam and can no longer make too many moves.

Since Gaul was having a hard time in Sargon, Huang Cao decided to use Victoria's identity to stir up trouble, which was a good use of her position.

Gaul had a vast colony in Sargon, and was revered as the Second Emperor by more than 20% of the tribes in the Sargon Rainforest.

Of course, Gaul's influence cannot yet extend to the Sargon royal family.

After all, every country has its own military force to guard its borders, and Gaul couldn't possibly directly attack the royal family.

However, the area of land occupied is by no means small.

Furthermore, continuing the consistent practice of colonial rulers, the combination of colonial rule and feudal aristocratic administration was even more significant.

With two outdated systems governing Sargon's colonies, the inhabitants there were incredibly fortunate, possessing an almost iron will.

Given that the people on Terra's land are far more abstract than in his previous life, Huang Cao decided to take action.

Since we're going to fight Gaul anyway, we might as well get some more land to avoid being unable to take it all in the future.

"Lamian, pay attention in class! Don't daydream!"

Huang Cao slammed his fist on the blackboard.

Given the current situation in their territory Lamian and Warfarin, not wanting to fall behind, unusually proposed that they wanted to learn.

In any case, Huang Cao's ideas and actions are far more advanced than those of the current Terra's land.

Huang Cao readily agreed to this request, but for some reason, the two of them actually suggested using their small bodies to attend class.

The reason is this: the lectures won't be so boring.

At first, the two could listen to Huang Cao's lecture, but soon their gazes changed.

Since students who don't pay attention in class should be disciplined in some way, it's really not appropriate to use a cane to punish them like a strict teacher.

In response, the two stated that they didn't need a real pointer...

The scene immediately took a turn for the worse, and the water stains on the ground showed just how many times the two men had been hit with the cane.

This isn't a lecture; it's clearly some kind of stunt.

This made someone realize that their lecturing skills really needed improvement, or that they could be a little more serious and not so accommodating.

"So, Ah Cao, you're going to punish me again?"

Lamian smiled and then lifted her skirt.

Huang Cao rolled her eyes at the other person, "You'll be keeping an eye on Warfarin's meals tonight!"

Then, the Banshee let out an incredulous sound.

Despite some stumbles, the two still learned a lot and were able to keep up with their own pace most of the time, thus updating their thinking.

Of course, these two people are not backward in their thinking at all; they just lacked access to new knowledge.

After being disciplined with physical punishment, they are actually able to remember what they have learned even better.

Although the learning efficiency was relatively low, at least I managed to learn something.

However, Theresia also became a customer of Victoria, or more accurately, a fertilizer buyer.

"Princess Theresia wants her people to have enough to eat, after all, not all places in Kazdel are as prosperous as this place."

"Lamian said."

"Then she's really been tricked."

Huang Cao didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Theresia was completely fooled by the senator under her command who was in charge of fertilizer distribution, and ended up buying fertilizer at ten times the price.

This has nothing to do with Huang Cao. In fact, he lowered the price of fertilizer to seize the market in various countries. He was in charge of setting prices in the big market, and no one dared to overstep his bounds.

However, the smaller market was given to other nobles, allowing everyone to earn a little, both to win people's hearts and to give these idle people something to do.

It's not that dark; I guess the Victorians are discriminating against the demons again.

There's no way around it; there aren't many people in Kazdel who are connected to foreign cultures, let alone engaged in business.

These nobles probably thought something like this, "My the Speaker on good terms with the Banshee, not you. Why should we give you preferential treatment? Victoria is already doing you a great favor by selling you fertilizer."

After being scolded, Theresia could only obediently pay up, unaware of the original price of the fertilizer.

Lamian couldn't hold back her tears after hearing this; it was just too pitiful.

To earn money, Theresia would often go for half a month without sleep, sewing those clothes tirelessly for over a year.

I finally managed to save up some money, and now I'm going to get scammed again. Fate seems a bit too cruel.

As expected, Theresia, far away in the Demon King's Palace, was devastated the moment she heard this fact from Kal'tsit.

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

"Theresia, it's not your fault, it's these Victorians are too heartless."

Kal'tsit tenderly held Theresia's delicate hand, which was covered in needle marks, and wiped away the tears on her face with a tissue.

Even the strongest person will eventually break down.

A year of hard work had left Theresia thin as a skeleton; she truly wanted to ensure her people had enough to eat.

"It's alright, Kal'tsit, I can still hold on, but they're really going too far..."

The accumulated pressure made Theresia gasp for breath, causing her to feel dizzy and her emotions to become somewhat erratic.

Even with the Black Crown that grants her the ability to sense emotions, she felt somewhat powerless at this moment. After all, she was only human, and there were times when she couldn't hold back her sadness and sorrow.

119

Chapter 119 A certain cat wants to collect Master Huang's gold coins?

I should have come back sooner, otherwise Theresia wouldn't have been tricked into becoming a fool.

That's just how Victoria was; expecting nobles and capitalists to have a conscience was less desirable than hoping to become rich overnight.

"Theresia, let me check you out. Your clothing order should be completed by now."

"Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me. I guarantee that all this fertilizer will be used effectively, and the reduction in waste will at least make up half of the losses."

The money has already been given out, so I'll keep the fertilizer for myself.

Although she wasn't good at making money, Kal'tsit believed she had a knack for managing agriculture.

Through strict proportioning, she can ensure that every gram of fertilizer is used effectively.

Otherwise, given the Sarkaz's discontinuous use of science and technology and their cultural discontinuity, these fertilizers might burn the roots of the plants.

This was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; upon hearing these words, Theresia finally stopped crying.

"I'm very sorry that you witnessed this embarrassing moment of mine."

The Demon King cannot cry unless he truly cannot hold back.

Theresia had never cried since she was a child. Even when she was cut by a sword for the first time or shot by an arrow for the first time, she did not shed a single tear despite the pain.

But today she broke down; she had never felt so helpless in her life.

International affairs seem to be far more complex than those on the battlefield.

"Stop thinking about all that nonsense. Let me check your body. Take off your clothes."

Kal'tsit immediately interrupted the other person's rambling thoughts, while her own thoughts drifted to the distant Eden.

Perhaps Master Huang could help Theresia, but how... Kal'tsit believes she must offer the appropriate incentives.

Huang Cao doesn't help people just because they feel sorry for them.

However, I still need to make time to go to Eden, at least to see if I can fool the other party and stop bullying Theresia every day.

Look how thin they've become.

Theresia, her eyes vacant, stood on the mechanical scale after being forcibly stripped naked by the Green Big Cat.

Goodness, you only weigh 30 kilograms of flesh and bones. How long has it been since you last ate?

So you rely entirely on the Black Crown for power, right?

Your chest has gotten so thin from hunger that you're even more frail than me now.

"The clothing orders are urgent, so I usually only eat one meal a day."

Theresia shook her head, seemingly not noticing anything amiss.

Kal'tsit didn't want to say anything more; it was already a miracle that these people hadn't starved to death.

It's impossible to blame the other person now, otherwise what if they really become withdrawn?

Theresia's mental state is very unstable right now, and she could easily be struck to death by a sudden blow.

"Your hair is dry, your periods are irregular, and your health is not good. If this continues, you probably won't last much longer. You need to get your health back so you can continue to make money for Kazdel."

After much thought, Kal'tsit could only comfort Theresia in this way, while tiptoeing to help her put on the clothes.

The Green Big Cat personally cooked a pot of meat. Don't ask why he can eat so much meat after being hungry for so long; the answer is that the Demon King's physical condition needs no explanation.

Even for an ordinary citizen of Terra, someone this weak is probably not far from death.

But even with a table full of delicious-looking dishes laid out before her, Theresia lost interest and fell into deep self-doubt.

"Kal'tsit, am I really useless... After all this time, my country still doesn't have one..."

"Theresia, you did a great job, but don't rush things."

Kal'tsit didn't know how to answer either.

If a country can be transformed into a powerful nation in just over a decade, then this land could not have remained so poor.

Theresia is pushing herself too hard now, especially after seeing the development of Banshee River Valley, which has made her desire even stronger.

"Perhaps someone else could have done a better job. Maybe I really am just a mascot who only knows how to cheer from behind."

"Your Highness, there is no need to belittle yourself. Your thoughts and actions are far better than those of most rulers on this land."

At least you are willing to do it and have your people in your heart. Some nobles and kings on this land are quite abstract.

Kal'tsit felt that if she didn't resolve this inner conflict...

Theresia probably really in trouble. She might get blown away by the wind one day, fall to the ground, and die.

There is only one way to change someone's mood.

That is to bring about real change in this country and create a wave of opportunities to make big money.

But where is this opportunity?

Kal'tsit then turned her gaze to a certain man; Huang Cao must be rich.