The Goddess's Arrangements
No? How much? Two hundred thousand acres! Fors, no, Miss Justice didn't say! Lorry was shocked by this astronomical figure.
But then he thought about it again and guessed why Audrey hadn't mentioned it.
For most people with some wealth who aspire to Peerage, the qualifications for receiving a knighthood are clearly more important than the conditions; it's not a matter that money can buy.
Sometimes, implicit demands are harder to meet.
The Prayer Room was silent for about ten seconds. Archbishop Anthony raised an eyebrow and asked with some surprise, "You can't afford it?"
"..."
Lorry remained silent, suspecting that the Archbishop had some kind of illusion caused by the fact that he had raised 20,000 pounds in such a short time last time.
He even considered himself someone who wasn't short of money.
After silently making a sarcastic remark about the Archbishop, Lorry subconsciously recalled the Original Novel.
In the countryside, one hectare of land costs about five or six soli. If we use pounds as the unit, one pound is roughly equal to three hectares of land.
He has 40,000 pounds, which is roughly 120,000 acres of land.
If things go smoothly with Fors, they might be able to meet the minimum requirements, but the problem is, what use would he have for the title of Lord?
In comparison, he would prefer to spend the money on something useful.
For example, cultivate a few reliable subordinates.
For example, upgrading your Sequence or purchasing more powerful Sealed Artifact.
For example, without affecting themselves, they could stockpile food in advance and then use it to help starving civilians when the war that swept the world began.
Either choice seems to be more meaningful than this matter.
"Your expression tells me that your hesitation has nothing to do with money," Archbishop Anthony asked gently, his brow slightly furrowed.
"May I ask why?"
"Indeed." Lorry didn't try to hide it and said frankly:
"If I were truly Fitz Posner, returning from Lenburg, I would probably be delighted with my Lord title and rank."
"But in reality, this is just an identity for convenient activities."
"To be honest, I have enough savings to buy this land, but I won't do it. I'd rather spend the money elsewhere."
"Buy Potion or Sealed Artifact, train a few Beyonder subordinates, buy Manor to enjoy life, or donate to those starving poor people..."
"That way, at least a few people will remember the name 'Fitz Posner,' which will help me solidify humanity someday."
"Human nature..." Archbishop Anthony gave Lorry a deep look:
Are you really willing to donate such a large sum of money?
"Although land revenue has decreased due to the repeal of the Corn Laws, it remains stable and is the foundation of the Kingdom's economy."
"According to the information I have, even now, landowners in the suburbs of Backlund still enjoy nearly 10% annual returns."
Lorry replied without hesitation:
"If compared to buying land, I think so."
"Alright, I admit I didn't think this through," Archbishop Anthony said calmly, without offering further advice. "I will inform the Royal Family to cancel..."
His voice stopped abruptly, his pupils widened slightly, revealing obvious surprise.
Seeing this, Lorry's eyes narrowed slightly:
"What's wrong?"
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Archbishop Anthony shook his head slightly, his expression quickly returning to calm.
The Archbishop's behavior is a bit off... He seems to have been talking to someone just now... Lorry remained silent, pondering quietly.
Who could this person be? And what they're saying is related to me?
Lady Arianna? Unlikely, she shouldn't be in Backlund. The person in charge now should be Archbishop Anthony.
Who else could approach him directly and elicit that kind of expression from him?
Wait, Goddess?
Goddess!
In a flash, a name suddenly exploded in Lorry's mind.
At this moment, Archbishop Anthony suddenly said, "If you are sure you are willing to donate this wealth, I have a suggestion."
The Archbishop changed his attitude... Lorry said thoughtfully in a deep voice:
"Please speak."
Archbishop Anthony smiled and spoke:
"Donate this money to the church, and establish a Foundation in the name of the church and Fitz Posner to help the Goddess's Believer."
"In return, the church will transfer 200,000 acres of land in the Northwestern Suburbs to your name to meet the minimum requirements for awarding the medal."
"This land, which is adjacent to the Tussock River, is quite fertile, including a number of the Manor and a large amount of farmland, and its output is quite good."
"If you accept this offer, you will need to donate at least £70,000."
Seventy thousand pounds... Lorry gasped, unable to resist raising his palm to look at it, recalling an experience from a trip in his past life where someone stopped him to have his palm read.
That guy said he was destined to lose money.
Lorry naturally didn't believe it, and was so angry that he almost overturned the other party's stall.
But now he suddenly began to believe it, because if he put together everything he had, he could probably come up with around sixty or seventy thousand pounds.
"Your Excellency Archbishop, may I ask a question?" Lorry took a deep breath, "Is this proposal your idea?"
Archbishop Anthony smiled but remained silent.
Lorry understood and immediately nodded in agreement:
"Within a week, I will..."
At this point, a thought suddenly struck him, "Could I use a portion of my shares in the Posner Face Mask Factory as collateral?"
Archbishop Anthony gave him a gentle look:
"Yes, but it's not necessary."
"Once the Fitz Posner Foundation is established, the things you're worried about now will no longer be problems, unless you willingly accept certain things."
Lorry nodded thoughtfully and said solemnly:
"I will raise the money within a week."
Archbishop Anthony nodded slightly, tapped his chest four times clockwise, and said devoutly, "We owe everything to His guidance."
Lorry responded with the same gesture, outlining Crimson Moon on her chest:
"Praise the Goddess."
After saying this, he put on his top silk hat, nodded to the Archbishop who had already closed his eyes, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave the Prayer Room.
At dusk, in the Cherwood Borough.
After a busy half-day of performing Sacrifice and Bestowal Ritual, Fors was exhausted and now just wanted to lie on the bed and not move at all.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Soon, the sound of dog paws scratching on the floor came from the Living Room.
"He's back? "Fors's spirits lifted, and joy instantly welled up in her light blue eyes. She rolled over and got out of bed.
She walked towards the Living Room with a smile, ready to tell the other person the good news.
--A Backlund Bank Check worth £15,500, and a large amount of Sequence 9 Beyonder Characteristic used by "The Sun" to repay its debts.
Walking down the hallway, Fors arrived at the Sofa area in the Living Room and saw Albert, who had gone to Door Opening, return first, and the sound of him taking off his shoes could be heard at the door.
A few seconds later, a figure about 1.5 meters tall appeared.
Their eyes met.
Fors ' smile froze instantly.