Ever since he had returned from a big dinner in the city, Dietri had not been as lively as usual, and in Fang's words, he intended to 'be ashamed and courageous', to surpass Duchamp in his nonsense and distraction.

Duchamp had been trying every day to collect the Imperial Journal, and then to check the news about the Republic that had been published on it, and at the same time he was trying to challenge the final stage of aristocratic etiquette, and he did not pay attention to what Fang said.

In the early days, the Imperial Daily newspaper carried a torrent of headlines such as "Revolution has broken out again in the Republic of Calvard", "The total collapse of the Calvard army and the rival state of parliament", "The Ministry of Defense has decided to formally intervene in the situation in Calvard", and so on, and it seemed that war was imminent. Fortunately, in recent days, news about the Republic has become sparse, and it seems that the intervention of the Codex State and the surrounding countries has borne fruit.

It would be nice to be able to stabilize, Duchamp did not like to cause a war between these two great powers because of his impulsiveness.

A few days later, Dietrie suddenly and mysteriously handed Duchamp something and asked him to help him straighten it up. Duchamp hurriedly unfolded it, and it turned out to be a very long letter, looking at the beginning, it was a letter addressed to his brother, the current Duke of Kane, and the beginning was impassioned, and many of the analyses made by Duchamp, as well as some of his own inferences, to the effect that the lintel was facing the disaster of annihilation, and it was time for a desperate moment.

Duchamp read this paragraph, shook his head, and continued to look down. The following paragraph is the development strategy within the territory, and Duchamp's upper, middle and lower three strategies have been sorted out, and Duchamp suggested that he develop the airship transportation industry, which was really extended by him to a military sense. After that, I sprinkled it and sorted out seven or eight suggestions.

After reading it, Duchamp said: "I have heard that this generation of Duke Kane is an overconfident and flashy figure, will he be willing to believe in the pessimistic possibility you described?" Do you have the courage to give up some of your privileges and carry out reforms? ”

Dietrie said deflatedly: "I can't imagine the glitz of the eldest brother, even you have heard of it, but in addition, his strategic vision is not bad, before the prime minister came to power in the early years, he tried his best to prevent it, and after the prime minister came to power, his worries about the situation became worse day by day." Some of his views on the prime minister are very similar to yours, and he once said, 'Everyone in the world can be prime minister, but Osborne can't.'" ”

Duchamp pointed to the letter: "Such an important letter, do you plan to send it through the post office?" ”

Dietrie was surprised to hear this, and lowered his voice and said, "Is it already so unreliable that even my letters have been checked?" ”

Duchamp glared at him: "Such a possibility is not impossible, but this is not what I am worried about." If it is just a letter, it is estimated that it will be difficult to be convincing, and I think it may be better for you to go on your own trip and explain your views to the Grand Duke in detail. ”

Duchamp took out Dietrie's letter, crossed out the opening paragraph, and took a piece of paper, which roughly described the strategy for the reform of agricultural mechanization.

According to Duchamp's idea, the lord should buy large machinery at his own expense, and then rent it out to the peasants when the farm is busy, and the royalty can be directly deducted with grain. It is also possible for merchants to buy machinery and then lease it to farmers for use, and recoup the cost through rent, after all, the efficiency of mechanical harvesting is much higher than that of manual harvesting.

After writing it, he put the tax cut and the situation in Julai, and described it, and believed that the tax cut at this time would inevitably make Julay more stimulated, and many people would flee to Marel, so that the prime minister would be discredited.

Then another article was added, suggesting that the duke should open up his speech in the territory, set up a radio station, and review the license to issue newspapers and periodicals, so that the public opinion could have a suitable outlet and create an image of the duke being close to the people and open.

After Dushanga finished, he looked at it again and again, but still felt that it lacked weight, and said to Dietrie: "Haicheng Ordis, I have never been there, these are just my conjecture judgments, your brother must have his own staff, just let them judge for themselves." ”

Dietrie nodded. "If you want to go back, without further ado, I'll inquire about the train schedule and leave as soon as possible."

Duchamp encouraged him and said: "These things are just our speculation, whether your eldest brother listens to it or not, you have the opportunity to do something again in the future, don't care." ”

Dietrie nodded solemnly.

One day in mid-October, several people from the 305 dormitory sent Dietrie to the school gate to go with him, but Dietrie refused.

"What are you doing here?" Lilmu asked.

Duchamp said meaningfully: "Everyone has his own way, and he is going to find his own way." ”

After Dietrie left, Fang had no one to practice with, and he was entangled with Duchamp all day long, Duchamp was miserable in etiquette classes every day, and it was not a loss to bring back happiness from Fang.

In late October, after another noon of hard training, Learmour finally approved Duchamp's aristocratic etiquette. When Duchamp heard the prompt to complete the task, he hated to kiss Learmour twice to express his gratitude.

Learmu watched Duchamp run out, roaring excitedly as he ran, muttering behind him, "As for it! ”

Duchamp happily lay on the ground, took out the player's manual, flipped to this page, and clicked Submit Mission. I looked at the extra skill points I had, and 1000 achievement points, and sighed for a long time, and finally added it to the fourth layer of skill instantaneous, which is a well-known teleportation skill!

After adding it, Duchamp used it once in an instant, and glanced at the skill cooldown, which was as long as 45 seconds.

The harvest doesn't stop there, after accumulating 17 skill points, a new skill light body is lit up at the root of the skill book.

Lightweight: Make you as light as a swallow.

This is another passive support skill, and the effect is naturally to greatly increase the agility attribute.

Duchamp looked at the countless skills on the skill tree that had not yet been lit up with satisfaction, lay on the ground, and sighed: "There is a long way to go." ”

Learmey walked slowly behind him with a small figure-eight step, and saw Duchamp lying on the ground in a zigzag shape, looking at the sky with a happy expression on his face.

Learmel stood beside Duchamp and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Look at the years flowing in the autumn, life is like red leaves falling in the drift, the time is short, you must quickly reach out and grab it." Duchamp muttered unconsciously, like a dream.

Learmor glanced at the sky and the woods, which could not be more plain, and said, "I can't see anything. ”

"That's because you don't see things from the right angle, and if you lie down like I do, you can see every maple tree lamenting the arrival of autumn, every leaf, the struggles, nostalgia and decisions before falling from the treetops, and their drifting tracks."

Duchamp said, stretched out his hand, and stared at the top of the tree seriously: "I'm waiting for the largest maple leaf to fall on this branch above my head." It's been struggling for a long time, and it's about to make a decision. I watched for a long time and thought it must pass by, and then I reached out and grabbed it. ”

Learmu muttered, "You kid, you've become insane." As he was about to walk away, a breeze arose in the woods, and the leaf to which Duchamp had spoken, blown away from the treetops, fell down to the grass, and Duchamp's hand was there and shook it as it swayed and swayed down.

"Hahaha, as I expected, my brother's judgment has risen again." Duchamp smiled happily.

Learmour looked at the leaf, then at Duchamp, and asked in amazement, "What good does this do?" ”

"It's very useful, when your insight into the surrounding environment increases, both your judgment and reaction will increase, and your combat power will naturally increase with it."

When Lear Mu heard this, he simply lay down, looked at the top of the tree and said, "Then I can become a master if I lie here and observe the leaves." ”

Duchamp laughed, beat his chest and said, "You think beautifully, unless you change your name to Wang Dong." ”

"Then what did we say about it, I will teach you aristocratic etiquette, and you will teach me martial arts?"

"I've already thought about it, now I'm practicing with Fang, Gude has no opponent, just go and teach you."

"What?" Learmel scrambled to his feet from the grass.

"You're irresponsible."

Duchamp glared at him and said, "Why, do you look down on Goode because he is a commoner?" Tell you, his strength is still above Dietrie, you first practice with him for a year, if you reach the realm of a junior martial artist, I will teach you personally. ”