The Moneyed Landowner

Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, landing on an advertisement tucked away in the crevice:

"An existing plantation is available for sale. Its main resource is rubber, and it covers an area of about 800 acres. If interested, please send a letter to 101 Bairang Avenue, Alese City."

Recipient: Sir Wall.

Sir Wall ... Pali Beria Lorry murmured softly, as if trying to recall something, a thoughtful expression gradually appearing on her face.

A moment later, she went outside and handed the letter to the Maid who was waiting for orders. "Have someone deliver this letter to the address on it. Do it now."

"Yes." The Maid respectfully took the letter and quickly walked out.

It was said that it would take three days, but in fact, on Tuesday noon, Fors received the final payment for the "Hermit's " Sacrifice through the Bestowal Ritual.

-- Two Bearer Cheque from Backlund Bank, each worth five thousand pounds.

With this money, Lorry's liquid assets reached £68,500 for the first time, just a hair's breadth away from meeting Archbishop Anthony's requirement.

This made him abandon the idea of selling the "Wraith" trait at the "Bravehearts" bar and instead go to the Posner Face Mask Factory.

After chatting briefly with Mrs. Polian, who had now been promoted to a full-fledged accountant, Lorry left the finance office with a check for three thousand pounds.

He then took Hired Carriage to Saint Samuel Cathedral.

Lorry spent the entire afternoon busy.

The handover of 200,000 acres of land is no simple task, and the establishment of a Foundation involving £70,000 makes the process even more complicated.

Accompanied by clergy arranged by Archbishop Anthony, he traveled by church carriage to various government departments, signing or stamping one document after another until nightfall before finishing these two matters. Exhausted, he collapsed into a prayer chair, too tired to move.

Archbishop Anthony said in a gentle voice:

"I had someone investigate your identity beforehand. Your Record is clean on the surface, and you should have no problem passing MI9's review."

"However, since it's a process, it will take some time, about three or four days; if nothing unexpected happens, the awarding ceremony will be held on Sunday."

To be more specific, it was at the dinner where the "Kingdom Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee" invited you to become Official Member.

"As is customary, you may need to give a short speech at that time. Remember to prepare in advance to avoid becoming the laughing stock of the Kingdom's high society."

"Okay." Lorry nodded gently, agreeing.

The eloquence granted by the Potion makes every "Swindler" an excellent orator, and he is confident that he can deliver a wonderful speech even if he improvises.

This was a trivial matter, mentioned briefly by Archbishop Anthony, who then changed the subject to something else:

"Do you have any plans to replace the stewards of the Manor and fields?"

Of the 200,000 acres of land the church sold to Lorry, nearly three-quarters were arable land, while the remaining quarter included fifteen large, medium and small Vineyard, three Hunting Forest with a total area of nearly 10,000 acres, a hunting ground of several thousand acres, and two Manor on and around the mountain.

The number of farmers, Gardener, loggers, and others involved far exceeds ten thousand.

It's simply unrealistic for the homeowner to take care of it themselves.

"What is your suggestion?" he asked instead of answering.

Archbishop Anthony explained:

"Most of them come from church- Poorhouse and orphanages, and because of their outstanding performance, they have reached the point where they are eligible for training and job placement."

Outstanding performance? Surely faith must be a factor in the evaluation? Was the Archbishop actually implying that they were all devout Believer of the Goddess?

Lorry thought for a moment and said:

"I have no intention of firing them, but I will hire trustworthy managers to assist with management and find new colleagues to share their workload."

"And we will have a professional team regularly check the accounts and establish a security force."

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"This is also the choice of many nobles and merchants." Archbishop Anthony smiled, not elaborating further on the matter.

"If you have any questions, you can ask Blanchard for help."

Blanchard was the clergyman who assisted Lorry with the handover procedures that afternoon, and was also the person in charge of managing the 200,000 acres of land.

Lorry nodded slightly to express his gratitude to the Archbishop.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and just then a clergyman came to ask Saint Anthony to preside over the evening prayers, Lorry took the opportunity to say goodbye.

Sitting in the Hired Carriage on his way home, he frowned slightly, pondering repeatedly the intentional or unintentional reminder from Archbishop Anthony:

"He seemed to be suggesting that I reduce farmers' land rent and improve the wages of Gardener and lumberjacks, but he didn't say it explicitly. Was it just my imagination?"

Inside a house rented by two women in the Cherwood Borough.

"From today onwards, you are the owner of those 200,000 acres of land?" Fors held the documents and looked at them over and over again.

Lorry shrugged:

"I'll draft a power of attorney as soon as possible; you can prepare accordingly."

"..."

Fors gave a hesitant "hmm."

On the one hand, she was delighted that Lorry trusted her so much, entrusting her with the management of his £70,000 estate without reservation.

On the other hand, he couldn't help feeling apprehensive, worried that he wouldn't do a good job.

Lorry drank a few sips of tea to regain his strength, and comforted her with a smile:

"It's not as exaggerated as you think."

"But the prerequisite is finding a reliable helper, such as an experienced and trustworthy housekeeper, which can save a lot of trouble."

Butler... Fors's heart skipped a beat, remembering the "Justice" of the Tarot Club, and this Earl had received a noble education since childhood.

"Yes, I can ask Miss Audrey for advice; she'll definitely be able to give me good suggestions." Thinking this way, she immediately felt much less stressed.

Lorry didn't continue the conversation, glanced at his pocket Pocket Watch, and said:

"Where's Hugh? He's not back yet?"

Fors walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a file folder, and put all the paperwork inside. "Tomorrow I'm going to Backlund Bank to rent a safe deposit box."

After saying that, he then answered the question he had just asked:

"If she has a client, she comes back quite late, but usually no later than..." She was about to say no later than 8 p. m. when she heard the sound of a key Door Opening.

Half a minute later, Hugh dragged his tired body into the Living Room, glanced at Lorry was half-lying on the Long Sofa with annoyance, and put his hand into his pocket.

Snap!

She tossed a bag onto the Tea Table:

"These are for eight people; keep them for now. I've already spread the word today, and I estimate we'll have the number you need soon."

"Two or three days?" she guessed casually, turning to Fors with a chuckle. "Did you cook again today?"

When is dinner served?

I'm hungry...