"Reed, I didn't say how powerful a fleet I want to build, I just want to build a large shipyard, build a few warships by the way for new workers to practice, and then build a small fleet to accumulate some experience......."

"But Shire, do you know how much it costs to build a fleet? A country as powerful as the Kingdom of Sbaya took decades to form an armada, you ....... I won't be bewitched by anyone again!"

Reed saw the plan to form a naval fleet in Charles's "plan", and immediately became worried about his brother's "talent for a loser", apparently Charles's revenge trip to Sbaya left too much a negative impression on him.

"Reed, Bayona is a port city, and without the protection of the navy, then all its prosperity is illusory, unstable, do you think only pirates would be interested in wealth?"

“........”

Charles's words once again made Reed unable to refute, a prosperous port city must have a self-defense fleet, and ordinary pirates may also be afraid of local garrisons, but those "big pirates" who have a name in the ocean do not have the background of the military of various countries, they do things of killing people and setting fires, and ordinary garrisons really can't resist it.

And the dirty island nation of Engru to the north is the suzerainty of most of the "big pirates", which is already a semi-open secret on the mainland, and Engru's Admiralty will issue a large number of "privateer licenses" to the big pirates every year, allowing them to plunder wealth unscrupulously, and then use this wealth to build a huge national fleet of Engru.

The charr now urgently need an elite self-defense fleet to form a certain clamp and threat to those big pirates who come and go without a trace, in order to ensure the rapid leapfrog development of the county of Bayonne.

"But Charles, the money to build workshops, shipyards, and fleets....... Where did it come from?" When Reed asked the question, he had already agreed with Charles's idea, and only the question of the source of funds remained.

Charles pointed to the document in Reed's hand and said incomprehensibly, "Look down!"

Reed hurriedly turned the page down, and before he knew it, he had read it, and every page had been carefully studied and pondered, and this look was like seeing the evening.

"Hoo ......"

Reed exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before opening his eyes to look at Charles, "Charles, is this the solution that Aunt Adèle gave you?"

"Hmm, Reed, why do you say that?"

"Because of your practice of "attracting investment...... Much like the tricks that Queen Pruss used against the ministers and magnates, and they are said to have come from our dear Aunt Adele. ”

At this time, Reid was both a little hesitant and a little hopeful, if Bayonne could be built into another Ruhr city, what kind of height would the status of the Chevalier family be raised?

“........”

"Ahem, no matter what the means, it is for the revival of the Chevalier family, and you are willing to help me...... Right?"

Charles was a little embarrassed, since his cousin Linar liked to collect the things of the senior traverser, then it was normal for Aunt Adele to know some modern business methods, but he couldn't explain to Reed where he learned his methods, so he had to talk about him left and right, and put Ridra on the ship first.

"Of course, I will go to the military headquarters as soon as possible to get the appointment letter, and after the New Year, I will go to the 11th Infantry Brigade to serve, and then directly take an infantry battalion to Bayonne to station, even if there are really pirates who come to plunder, I will make them pay the price of blood!"

Charles looked at the eldest bastard who was cheered up, and took out a file and handed it to him again.

"You take this tomorrow and let Roy go to the House of Lords with you to file it, I don't have a very friendly relationship with them now, so I can't accompany you!"

“.........”

Reed opened the file a little dazed, and saw an old parchment document with a red seal for the territory of the House of Lords, which was a certificate of territorial ownership.

Fransac...... Viscounty....... Charles, you are ....... What do you mean?"

Reed was already a seventh-rank killing warrior, and a veteran who was used to fighting on the battlefield, so it stands to reason that his hands shouldn't tremble at any time, but now his hands just couldn't help shaking.

"I have too many titles, I'm going to give you and Olive some of them, they won't necessarily grant you a title right away if you go to the House of Lords now, but as soon as you apply, I'll recognize you as the new Viscount Francisco!"

“..........”

Although Reed had already guessed just now, it was still hard to believe at this moment, after all, his identity as an illegitimate son was there, and in the case of the Marquis of Lorraine having two heirs, Charles and Olive in the line, the territory could be said to be hopeless for him, and it stands to reason that Charles would never give him his own territory.

"Charles, you know you do this....... Does that mean?" Reed said with difficulty, and the entanglement and struggle in his heart made him extremely flustered.

"I know, that means you're qualified to compete with me for the position of patriarch of the Chevalier family!"

"But....... Big brother, you're going to let me, right?" Charles leaned forward, smiling slightly, and asked Reed in a very non-serious manner.

“.........”

Reed was silent for dozens of seconds, slowly knelt down on one knee, lowered his head and swore in a deep voice: "I will always submit to Charles Chevalier, and regard you as the sole helm of .......the family!

Charles always felt a little awkward when he watched his eldest brother swear allegiance to him like a knight, but the body he inherited subconsciously clearly stated that this is the family power domination model of this world, a family can only have one helmsman, and the rest are just courtiers and vassals.

..........

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In a remote alley near Nasser's Third Street, Byrne and Gerson rang the doorbell of the Nasser liaison office of the Liberty Council, waiting for the bald Dorahn to open the door for them.

Today is the last day before the New Year to deliver OEM potions, and Charles has long said that he will "not take orders" during the New Year, and the two of them are secretly relieved to think that they will not see the Polka guy again for at least a month after that.

Polka doesn't know what's going on these days, and he always uses some trivial reasons to trouble Bourne and Gerson, and every time he catches them for half an hour, he doesn't have fun.

The door opened, but it was not the bald man Doraun, but a young man he had never seen before.

The young man had thick brownish-red hair, a knife-like face that was three-dimensional, and a sharp sparkle hidden in his turquoise eyes.

"Bourne?"

The young man looked at Byrne and Gerson with a smile and asked about their identities.

Byrne nodded coldly, tilting his head to look inside, "You're the new guard?

“............”

The young man was stunned for a moment, as if he was not comfortable with Bourne's tone and attitude, but he quickly smiled and said, "I'm new here, but I'm not a guard!"

"Oh!"

Byrne replied lightly, raised his legs and squeezed into the door, and then Gesen followed into the door, the indifferent attitude of the two people made the young man who was blocking the door frown, and the sharpness hidden in the turquoise eyes was revealed, and the murderous aura was overflowing.