"Oh, are Count Hammer old friends with Speaker Rodrich?"

"Yes, the Marquis of Rodrich is a member of the royal family like me, we grew up together, studied together at the Knight Academy, joined the army together to fight for the freedom of Flens........."

Farmer said with some emotion, obviously having an unusual relationship with the Marquis of Rodrich.

"Then Count Farmer, why do you think I went to the House of Lords to complain?"

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"Count Charles, won't you go to the House of Lords to accuse your vassal nobles and apply for their punishment?"

Farmer asked Charles a little strangely, he didn't understand what Charles meant, why did you go to the House of Lords and still use me? Your sister was crying and shouting and asking the council to make decisions for you, have you forgotten now?

"Oh, do you think the House of Lords will uphold my accusations and appeals?"

"Although I am also a member of the House of Lords, I can't answer your question, this requires a fair judgment of the House of Lords!" Farmer raised his head slightly, and said with some arrogance.

Charles smiled, but Roy handed over the wet towel and said while wiping his hands: "Then when I become a member of the House of Lords, I will find out for myself!"

“.........”

The arrogant Earl Farmer felt that he was being made fun of, what is "when I become a councilor"? You want to enter the House of Lords as a child who is just twenty years old? Even if your father is alive, it will take more than ten years of operation for you to take over his position as a member of the Council, and now you can enter the House of Lords like this? What are you a member of the House of Lords? What are you and me?

But before Farmor could get angry, Charles had already gone on his own, and this time he didn't even greet the two of them, only the butler Roy came over, and invited the two guests, who could be called "big shots" in the entire royal capital, to move into the living room.

There was already a maid in the living room who had changed the tea, but after Fani, Olive Live, General Philo, and Farmer sat down, no one had the heart to pick up the teacup and drink tea, only Charles was there very comfortable and sipping slowly.

"Count Charles, tell me about your conditions! Although your invention is very valuable, the royal workshop has been researching new musket firing devices, and has made great progress recently, and I believe that it will not be long before your invention will attract our attention. ”

Farmer was older than General Philo, but his city and patience were not as high as General Philo, and the two of them fought with each other for a long time, and finally he broke the silence.

Charles put down his teacup and said with a smile: "I don't know the value of this invention, but I think that when my improved musket comes out, someone will naturally take the initiative to bid for me, and it will be okay to decide when the time comes." ”

“........”

"Well, Charles, your cleverness does surprise me, you should have understood our intentions today, we must get this patent, and you must also explain your own conditions, because neither the military department nor the royal family will allow you to transfer the patent to any Normans and Prussians. ”

General Philo finally stopped going around the bend with Charles, and directly stated the attitude of the military, what he said was a bit harsh, but Charles knew that what he said was true, and his own frame was almost over, and it was time for the final game.

This recipe of his own can indeed reflect the greatest value in other countries, but it is okay to tease the military department and the royal family, if you really work hard with them, now Charles really has no confidence.

People have just said that they are already working on a new type of musket firing device, maybe it is exactly the same as their current firing device, and when the time comes, can you tell if you have a mouth?

"I can hand over this patented construction formula, but not to you, I can only hand it over to His Majesty the King, and I don't care who he will pass it on. ”

After Charles finished speaking, Philo and Farmer were relieved after looking at each other, and secretly said that Charles still couldn't escape from the palms of their hands, but after Charles's next sentence, the two almost lifted the table again.

"That eldest brother of mine is coming back from the front, and I need to give him a greeting gift, Uncle Philo, what do you think I should do if I give him the rank of colonel plus a position of real power in the military? ”

“........”

Charles turned his head again, looked at Count Farmer and said, "I still have a little debt in the royal workshop, and since I have shown my loyalty to the royal family as a courtier, can the royal family show its benevolence to me and forgive that debt?

“.........”

"Count Shire, I think your demands are a bit excessive, and a small firing device will never be worth tens of thousands of louis. ”

"Yes, Charles, it's okay to say that you want the rank of colonel, but the real power positions in the military are not decided by one person, every position is the result of coordination between all parties, and you still want to choose by yourself, this is really ........"

General Philo and Count Farmer are both angry in their hearts, but they have been fighting with Charles for several rounds today, and they do not have the upper hand, so even if they are angry, they can only resist the urge to flip the table and explain the reason to Charles.

Charles lowered his head and no longer looked at Mer and Philo, but said lightly: "You naturally don't count these things, but there is one person who can say the final word." ”

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In the center of the city of Nasser, on the right bank of the Naser River, there is a large complex of majestic palaces.

The main palace in the western part is a long two-story building with a dome structure in the center, square domes on both sides, and an open-air terrace at the back.

This is one of the palaces of the Flensian royal family, the Isai Palace, where His Majesty Rosalif I resides all year round, and occasionally summons his courtiers here.

In a small hall on the first floor of the palace of Issai, a man who looked to be in his forties was sitting on a chair, and three standing courtiers were being questioned by him.

This man in his forties was Rotherf Augustine, the head of the most powerful country on the continent today, and the three people standing in front of him were General Philo, Count Farmer, and an old man wearing monocles.

The old man had gray hair, a slightly chubby body, and a straight dress, and judging by the position where he stood, his status was higher than that of Philo and Farmer.

"You say the boy wants to buy Fani a fief?" asked Rusef Augustine, looking at Philo and Farmer, with interest.

"Yes, Your Majesty! He owes so much foreign debt, and he doesn't know what else to pay. ”

Farmer bent down slightly and replied respectfully, but he didn't understand why His Majesty the King would ask this question in the first place when Charles had made so many requests.

"No matter what price he can pay, at least it touches Fani's heart, this little fellow is not like his father, and he is very good at pleasing women!Has Fani been running to that boy's house a lot these days?" Rosseff smiled faintly, and seemed to be in a good mood, not angry at Charles's excessive demands.

The white-haired old man wearing monocles said slowly: "Yes, Your Majesty, Lord Fani has been out four times these days, three times to No. 17 Lutesia Street, and the other time to the Patent Office, and it seems that he has had some unpleasantness with the people of the Bureau. ”

"Unpleasant? Why?"

The smile on Roseff's face vanished, and a faint coldness permeated the air, startling the three people around him.