Charles showed a wagon of gold coins to his people, not to show off his wealth, but to warn them not to take the little profit of the territory to ask me for credit, and not to take himself too seriously.

Viscount Sangrede handed over the account books of the territory's income at the first meeting, of course, to show his loyalty, after all, when the old marquis was not in Lorraine, they all let their clansmen take care of the territory, but they also used this way to emphasize their important role to the Charles.

You're a second-class man before, except for these hot-blooded young knights, who wants to follow you? Now you've just been promoted to Marquis to take over the Marquis of Lorraine, and you have no one to call for you, right?

How many people do you need to manage such a large territory in Lorraine? Can ordinary people manage it? Can ordinary people settle accounts?

If the family needs to form an alliance with someone else, we can immediately pull out ten or eight illegitimate daughters to marry, if you leave us alone, who can provide you with such important political resources?

Except for those of us close to the clan, who will do their best to help you take care of the territory? Changing others may not be able to make the mines and farms in the territory run normally, and the rule of the Chevalier family has permeated all aspects of Lorraine over the years, so who do you want to use without us?

Thinking about it a little deeper, Viscount Sangray didn't have it: "If it's not good for us, next year's territory profits may decline!"

In his previous life, Charles was also a technician in a big country, and it is not that he has never seen a capable person who relies on technology and ability to coerce and lead in the air.

But if I don't care about that benefit, what about the profit?

Does Ma Ali care if his department earns 10 million or 8 million a year? If you don't like you, it doesn't matter if I lose 5 million a year, as long as I'm happy.

So when Charles showed a cart of gold coins and said that there would be more gold coins to come, the people led by Viscount Sangret showed even more humility.

"As long as you are truly loyal to me, I don't mind giving you my wealth, but if you are speculative, I advise you to go to Viscount Bono as soon as possible!"

After Xia Er finished speaking coldly, he looked at the silent clansmen, and felt helpless about the lack of talent reserves. Before cultivating a perfect talent echelon by themselves, these distant relatives still have to pick up the heavy burden for a period of time.

"Lord of the family, Bono and Mombossa, they are bullying the head of the family, we are willing to relieve you of this trouble!"

The yellow-bearded man exchanged glances with Viscount Sangret, gritted his teeth and decided to give Charles a name.

"I'll solve the trouble myself, you just need to lead the way!" Charles waved his hand casually, but his words were full of murderous energy.

"Willing to share the worries of the head of the family, shall we crusade against Bono or Momberza first?"

"Neither, let's clean up those traitors first!"

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Eighty miles north along the banks of the river from Nancy City, you will enter a large rolling hilly area, but it is not sparsely populated, and there are many villages in the slopes and valleys of the mountains, and there is smoke curling in the morning and evening, which seems to be very popular.

Surrounded by these villages is a manor-like castle, which has no high walls and only wooden fences, and looks like a large manor, but the steeple towers inside are standard castle buildings.

At this time, there was a group of well-dressed nobles gathering in the castle, and there was no shortage of delicacies, wine, and beautiful maids, but the atmosphere at the scene was very tense and very unharmonious.

These people were obviously divided into two factions, one faction was seven or eight people led by three middle-aged nobles, and the other faction was not many in number, but looking at the ornaments on the clothes of the leader of the people, he was a member of the King's Fluence Chamber, and he was still an earl.

If you are familiar with the native nobility of Lorraine, you will definitely recognize the three middle-aged nobles as Wenze, Cronin, and Percy, who had publicly pledged their allegiance to the Chevalier family a few months earlier.

"Lord Brune, we only came back for a New Year, how did things come to this, this result is unacceptable to us, how did you promise us when we defected to the royal family, how can you abandon us like this now?"

A man in a red gown stood up angrily and confronted the count of the royal family, looking at him as if he had lost the last patience.

"It's ridiculous to abandon you, Your Highness sent me here to support you, otherwise would you like to face the wrath of that dumbfounded marquis? Is it difficult for a nobleman to kill a few commoners?"

"Also, stay away from me, don't spray spit on me, it's disgusting!"

In the face of the angry questioning of the man in red, the Count of Berun, who was sitting in the chair, was full of disdain and contempt, and a snow-white handkerchief wiped the non-existent saliva on his body, and then threw it at his feet in disgust.

I have to say that this Count of Berune really has an aristocratic style, and his lofty posture has been fully scored, looking at his disgusted expression, as if talking to these local nobles has lost his identity.

"Wenze, don't be so impulsive, since the Earl of Berune has come to Lorraine, it means that His Royal Highness Wembley has not abandoned us, we are in a very dangerous situation now, don't mistake who is the enemy and who is the friend. ”

A local nobleman with gray hair grabbed Wen Ze, who was dressed in red, and first apologized to Count Berun, and then asked solemnly.

"Lord Earl, are you sure you can guarantee our safety? If you are not sure, we are now ready to surrender to the Marquis of Shire, we are no longer nobles, and we can no longer lose the lives of our people. ”

"Are you...... Viscount Cronin, right? Your question is really ridiculous, if I can't stop that dumbfounded marquis, then why did I travel for three days and three nights to this place of yours? Is it to taste the ugly girls you gave me?"

The Count of Berun sneered, and continued contemptuously: "I am a noble member of the royal family, a nobleman who has the right to inherit the throne of Florens, is it the same as that hillbilly of Charles Chevalier?

The Count of Berun pointed to the golden iris mark on his clothes, raised his chin and said proudly: "As long as I am here, no one dares to threaten your life, not even the Marquis of Shire, who has taken shit luck, if he comes hard, the royal knight behind me will let him know the majesty of the royal power!"

Behind him were two knights dressed in the knightly robes of the Royal Order, also with a proud and uninhibited posture.

Beryne's face changed, and his tone softened a lot, "You temporarily entrust the territory to Your Highness, and in a few months, you will get a new noble status, a more noble status than now." ”

Wen Ze, Cronin, and Bo Xi looked at each other before nodding gloomily after a long time.

Several butler-like men stepped forward and placed a stack of papers in front of Berun.

Berun stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the thick papers, and the pages of the title deeds stamped with the coat of arms of the House of Nobles made a "bang" sound, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his greedy eyes could no longer be hidden.

"I've done so much for you, what do I get?"

Viscount Wenze almost broke out again, but Cronin held him down.

"Lord Earl, our wealth is already in your hands, and we will not interfere with how you and Wembley deliver it. ”

Bérune's eyes rolled, and he suddenly pointed to a young girl behind Wen Ze and said, "I came from Nasser in a hurry, and now I am short of a personal maid, this Miss Nina is very suitable!"

“.........”

Cronin's chest rose and fell violently, and Nina was his most beloved little daughter, who was only fifteen years old this year.

"It's Nina's pleasure to look down on the Earl!"