Chapter 66: What a Bad Word
On top of that, Jason also needs to prepare for a partnership with Villeret.
The venue for the banquet in Erbia has not yet been found, and Jason needs the Kyle Family Chamber of Commerce to find a construction team to work on it after a while.
The style of the entire building should be according to the standards of an aristocratic castle, after all, Jason and Villerite plan to build this place into a large gambling city famous in the north of Lopez in the future.
Jason had planned to build a temporary structure for the banquet, after all, he needed the casino to open as soon as possible to bring him a lot of money.
However, he later vetoed the plan, and the merchants didn't care about the venue, but the nobles didn't have to.
Nobles have a good face This is a law that is suitable for the entire continent, even if the northern folk of Lopez are fierce, and when there is a war, these noble lords often wield their swords to kill the enemy, but they can't be too perfunctory.
So Jason decided to build a mid-sized casino in Erbia that was entirely up-to-class, and then slowly expand and renovate it.
Strive to build this gold-absorbing machine before the New Year, there are still about four left, and there is still plenty of time.
After all, this world cannot be compared with the previous life, and the building is completely built by hand, which requires a lot of time, manpower and material resources.
After thinking for a long time, Jason picked up the pen and leaned on the table and began to write.
The sun shone on his face through the window, and his handsome face was very serious at the moment, not as casual as usual, and his long golden hair seemed to be shining in the sun.
The pale blue eyes were sometimes pensive, sometimes faintly melancholy, and fine fluff had appeared at the corners of his mouth, and Jason had been happy for a long time, so as to show his masculine side.
At this time, Jason looks very charming, and if there is a nymphomaniac here, he will definitely scream.
Ronnet, on the other hand, was standing not far away with his eyes closed, he was cultivating and polishing the abundant transcendent power in his body.
Although he was born with great strength, his extraordinary talent was average.
However, Lang Naert believed that diligence could make up for his shortcomings, so he would seize every free time to practice.
The greatsword he carried on his back was no smaller than Jason's Teutonic sword, and even wider than the blade, with only the front half of the sword being cut open, and the part near the hilt of the sword was not.
This design makes it easy to hold the sword in one hand to block enemy attacks.
And Jason found that the characters he summoned were all at the peak of their strength in their realm, and they were only one step away from entering the next realm.
But now what makes him feel most distressed is his ugly words, although he has inherited the memory of his predecessor, but the words of this world Jason are still not very easy to write.
Mayor Dia had been surprised for a long time when he first saw Jason's letter, and his gaze at the time embarrassed Jason for a long time.
After all, writing is also a course that aristocratic teenagers must learn, and a good handwriting is also one of the means for them to show their self-cultivation.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have dared to believe that the font like the earthworm twist was from the second son of the royal family, the first military power in the north.
Jason looked at the words he wrote with an embarrassed expression, which was fortunate to be sealed to the Iron Fang, otherwise if he was in the palace, people would doubt whether he was a real prince.
There are a lot of strange ways in this world, and it's not so strange to drop a person's bag unknowingly.
"I'd love to find someone to ghostwrite!" Jason scratched his head, wondering if Villerett would drop her jaw when she saw her plan.
The plan he is now writing is a project to work with Villeret.
This includes the main share of interests, the matters that both parties need to be responsible for, and how to deal with them if there is a disagreement between the two parties in the future.
There is also the purchase and distribution of various materials in the early stage of construction, although Willett said that these building materials and the workers of the Kyle family's chamber of commerce in the north will be solved one by one, but Jason can't really agree.
If she is fully responsible, who knows if there will be any moths, it is better to be clear about this kind of thing.
In this way, it is possible to ensure that there will be no suspicion between the two sides, so as to avoid affecting various follow-up cooperation in the future.
Jason also hopes that he can use them to complete a qualitative leap in the territory, and it will not do him any good if there is a conflict too early.
It's not that he is too untrustworthy to calculate the Kyle family here, but he can also guess that the Kyle family must be discussing how to completely control themselves at this time, and no matter how bad they are, they must balance themselves in Iron Tooth Town.
It's best to influence the town government in various decisions, or the center of the entire Iron Fang Town, Jason's Castle!
Even if Lancelot and Gareth show signs that they can be wooed, Willett will definitely send someone to contact them, this is the relationship between the alliance of interests, only interests have no friendship.
Finally, Jason looked at the parchment in front of him, distressed, and had to stay up late tonight.
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"Miss, am I really going to do this?" asked the old butler in the backyard of the Kyle family's shop in Irontooth.
He was puzzled by Willett's promise to Jason's series of requests, he had been at Kyle's house for decades, and had been in charge of a market, but he really couldn't see what kind of medicine was sold in his own lady's gourd this time.
"We don't have a better option. Villerett sat down at the table and took a sip of the wine that Jason had given her.
Ever since she had drunk it at Jason's last time, she had loved the sweet taste, which was completely different from the aristocratic red wine and the rare fruit wine.
Because of its pale green color, some people may think that this wine will not make a big banquet, but Willett still likes it.
Well, maybe you can get more from Marquis Jason next time.
She rolled her eyes and thought ill-intentioned in her heart, which was completely different from her usual dignified and innocent appearance.
There was also a bunch of desserts on the table, which was her favorite snack.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is dignified, beautiful, and generous, and always smiles to make people feel good, but in private, Welllight is also a greedy little gluttonous cat.
"This ......," the old butler frowned, a little unsure of what she meant.
"Hmph, Bentham went to the house to find my father again. Villette snorted, very dissatisfied with these gods.
"Archbishop Bentham ......," the old butler gave Villette a gloomy look, and finally did not finish his sentence.
"He wanted me to marry his son, and this old guy really had a good plan. ”
Villette shuddered at the thought of Archbishop Bentham's son, who was so crazy for a son who was so bright and majestic in appearance.
"Could it be that Knight Joyce didn't stop him?"
"Bentham is a loyal supporter of the Pope's crown, and Joyce is loyal to the Pope, do you think he would go against the Pope for a woman?"
I have to admit that in addition to being loyal to the Pope, he is indeed a perfect person, with great strength, strong background, and extraordinary talent all allowing him to sit in the position of Templar Knight Chief in his twenties.
The little girl in the castle was the only one of the people Willett had ever seen, and perhaps the genius mage of the Eye of Truth could compete with one of them.
At the time, he had been tempted by the young knight, but he was a high-ranking figure in the Holy See to stifle the throbbing.
Now that I think about it, I really made the right choice.