Count Chebman vetoed the plan to control Victor's domain! De Witt couldn't believe his ears, and he didn't eat the meat in his mouth, is this still Count Chebman?

"Actually, no matter what we do in that territory, we can't really control it. Because the power that really determines the ownership of that territory is outside the territory!" explained Count Chebman, as DeWett looked at him in bewilderment.

"Grand Duke Williams!?" After all, it was the great knight who stepped into the transcendent realm, and DeWett quickly reacted.

"Yes! I believe that if I nod my head, the Grand Duke Williams will give the land with both hands, and as for the little baron, he will be attacked by the bandits again, but this time there will be no knight from the House of York to rescue him. ”

"Until then, any of our little tricks are meaningless, they will only expose our intentions!"

Hearing Chebman say this, De Wett suddenly realized that this was the case, strength can determine power, and he was a silver-level knight, but he was thinking of using some ghost tricks to plot a little lord who could not protect himself, which was really ridiculous.

"My lord, my eyes are like torches, and I am far inferior. DeWett said ashamedly.

"Tell me, then, can we openly ask Williams for that territory?" Chebman was intent on testing DeWet's political wisdom.

"Of course not!" said DeWett categorically, as a great knight, once he jumped out of the idea of the fly camp dog, he immediately had a vision that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

"Archduke Williams has the advantage in the House of Lords and the Senate, and has the support of the church, which looks like a lot of flowers and great momentum, but his shortcomings are also very obvious, that is, his military strength is not enough!"

"If it weren't for His Royal Highness Roland persecuting the York family too hard, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the ability to wrestle with the princes, so he would definitely have to win over other military nobles in the kingdom to join his camp, and our Chebman family would naturally be valued by him. ”

"It's a pity, his opponent is too strong! Two golden knights, half of the kingdom's military strength! Hehe, if we want to bet on him, how can that be!"

"My lord, it's just that I've always had a question, since we don't like Archduke Williams, why don't we support Prince Edward?" DeWett asked Chebman.

Political speculation is very risky, but it is also very rewarding, since he is not optimistic about the Ecumenical Party, why not support the princely party, but remain neutral? De Wett knew that his sovereign had never been an indecisive man.

"Because I can't see for sure!" said Chebman, solemnly.

"Actually, the princes' party is the weakest party, in addition to their righteous reputation and strong financial resources, the only thing they can rely on is the support of His Royal Highness Roland!"

"It's a pity that the support of His Royal Highness Roland cannot represent the support of the three major knights of the kingdom, in fact, the military minister Marquis Goron and the three major knights only want to put His Royal Highness Roland on the throne!"

"Moreover, Archduke Williams is not without means to turn the tables, it is said that he is planning a plan with the one in Guangming Mountain, but there is too little information now, and I don't know what it is?"

"Church?!, what is the Grand Duke going to do?, doesn't he know that this will offend all the lords of the kingdom?" said DeWett angrily.

The current pope of the Church is ambitious to strengthen the influence of the Church in the human world, which is contrary to the interests of all human lords.

"After all, the church is the most powerful force in the human world, and their focus will never be limited to the kingdom of Gambis, and the interests in it are too entangled, so we can only remain neutral first, which is the safest approach. ”

Chebman rubbed his forehead, the treacherous political situation in the kingdom also gave him a headache, and he couldn't help but sigh: "If His Royal Highness Roland is willing to sit on the throne, I will definitely give it my full support!"

The eldest princess of Roland, who was already a golden knight at the age of twenty-three, defeated the veteran golden knight Adrian at the age of twenty-five, and her knightly talent and military talent impressed all the military nobles and high-ranking knights in the kingdom. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the pride of the sky.

"What the adults are saying is, it's just... The character of His Royal Highness Roland. It's really impressive... DeWett said with a sigh.

"Alas... The two great knights stared at each other with wide eyes, and shook their heads with a sigh.

"Actually, what I admire the most is Madame Rose, turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands into rain, she is obviously the defeated side, not only has her strength not been damaged, but she has also gained control of the entire Centaur Hill, and her territory is several times larger than the original dukedom, and she quietly befriended His Majesty the Emperor who stepped into the legendary realm, and now whether His Royal Highness ascends the throne, she will not move. This kind of wisdom and means is really impressive!" said Chebman, patting the table.

"Isn't the House of York a core member of the Ecumenical Party, and how can she stand still if the Princes win?" asked DeWet, puzzled.

"The York family was forced to the Grand Duke by His Royal Highness Roland, in fact, it was the contribution of the York family that made the Grand Duke have the idea of coveting the throne, but the York family can be forced to the Grand Duke, can't they be forced to the Emperor? You know, when the Emperor recovered the three eastern provinces, the York family did not hold him back. Chebman sneered.

"I see, in the end, it is a family with wild boars as its coat of arms, and it cannot be persecuted, and when it is persecuted, it will be fierce. DeWett muttered.

"In that case, I'll give up that plan, but what if the incompetent little lord comes to trouble us? after all, we are mining there as a freedman, and he is now using iron-blooded means to clean up the freedfolk in his territory. DeWett asked Chebman for instructions.

"Incompetent, Deweyt, you've been blinded by arrogance, don't you see that Baron Victor has come to a tacit agreement with me?" Chebman chuckled and shook his head.

"When the old earl was alive, he used to say that there is no stupid lord! I think very well that even if the lord is a real idiot, his men will make him a qualified lord!"

"What does it mean for a lord, with a captain of the knight's guard, to be shot in the thigh by a group of freemen under his own and not to move? So his men never came near the eastern territory again, and this is because he showed me that he has admitted that we have de facto control of that territory!"

"And that system of work, which you consider useless, is so wonderful in my opinion!"

Chebman paused and asked the confused DeWet, "Tell me, DeWet, what is the basis for our domination?"

"It's a vassal!" said DeWet, thinking for a moment.

Knights and castles are the core of a liege's domain, and vassals are the foundation.

In order to ensure the loyalty of the vassals to the lord, we need to test the lords for three whole generations. But Baron Victor did not have this condition, because he was abandoned by the family and he had no roots. So he came up with the division of work. ”

"1,000 cents for one acre of land, this temptation makes his subjects unable to refuse, in order to get a share of the work, they will work desperately for Baron Victor, and in order to ensure that this system is finally implemented, the lords will desperately maintain the baron's rule. This is loyalty, a loyalty that is connected by interests!"

"Look again, what did the poor Baron Victor pay in the process?" asked Chebman, with burning eyes.

"He didn't give anything!"

De Wett was shocked to find that Victor had actually gained the support of the lords without giving anything, and as for the land allocated to the lords, the vassals would have been canonized as lands.

"No! He gave for the future! Amazing! What a great deal! With an empty future, he won the heartfelt support of the people! What a genius idea!" Chebman couldn't help but stand up and paced back and forth two steps.

"My lord, can we do the same?" said DeWet, with some excitement.

"Impossible, because we already have vassals, and vassals are xenophobic!" Chebman shook his head.

What are you kidding? If the subjects are allowed to share their labor in exchange for the status of vassals, what will those vassals who have gone through the test of three generations think? Human society is like this, always trying to crush others under their ass.

"It's a pity that Baron Victor is still too young and inexperienced, and it seems to me a failure to tie up his work with Copperthor!

Chebman couldn't help but feel a little distressed at the thought that Victor would have to pay a lot of money, even though it wasn't his money, it was in his nature. It's just that he doesn't know that Victor has solved this problem.

However, his invention of purple cane wine may help him survive this difficult time. Chebman smacked his lips and said.

DeWett got some purple cane wine through the eyeliner he had planted in the hill camp, and when Chebman tasted it, he was amazed by its unique sweet taste.

"Yes, who would have thought that the purple cane, which was worthless in the eyes of others, would have such a great value in the hands of Baron Victor!" DeWett sighed, and before he knew it, he no longer called Victor by the name of the little lord.

"The Wimbledon family is worthy of being a business aristocrat, they are born with a keen sense of business, which is really envious!"

This was true of Victor, and even more so of the former Chancellor of the Kingdom, the Old Marquess of Wimbleton, who earned more wealth in his lifetime than the Chebman family had accumulated over generations.

Ordinary nobles buy territories and titles in the Centaur Hills for a maximum of 100,000 gold soles, but Sophia spent a full 500,000 gold soles, although Chebman knew that this was actually Sophia's political donation, but he still didn't want it.

That old pervert, why wasn't he my daughter in the first place!? Chebman thought indignantly.

"So the best solution now is to maintain the status quo, we will continue to mine the Mithril mine there, but don't let our people go to other places where Victor leads, this is a tacit agreement between the lords. ”

On the one hand, any small gesture towards that territory could alarm the Yorks, revealing the secrets of the Mithril Mine. On the other hand, if you join the Grand Duke's side in order to gain that territory, you will not only have to take unpredictable political risks, but you will never be able to monopolize that Mithril vein again. The only way to gain the most out of maintaining the status quo is to gain the most money, and Chebman knows this, so he will not drag Victor back, and even help Victor control that territory.

"Yes, sir!"

"Also, those purple canes can be cut down, and we can use them to make wine, and let our men keep an eye on Baron Victor to see if he has any other ideas for making a fortune!" commanded Chebman.

Chebman said that DeWett had been blinded by arrogance and greed himself, and that he had never imagined that his coveting of the Purple Cane would bring disaster to his realm in the future. Because in the eyes of Victor and his vassals, Purple Cane is far more valuable than Mithril.

It's okay to dig up my Mithril, but if you move my purple cane, then you're killing yourself!

"It's a pity that Baron Victor's strength is still too weak, sandwiched between the Grand Dukes and the Princes' Party, he will be crushed to pieces at any time!" DeWett shook his head with some regret, although Baron Victor's talent amazed him, but in the face of absolute power, he did not have the ability to protect himself.

DeWet's words made the Earl of Chebman's heart move, he had already missed the old Marquis of Wimbleton, should he miss the little Baron of Wimbleton? He had a hunch that Victor would become a more successful business nobleman than the old Marquis.

"DeWet, I want you to keep an eye on Baron Victor, and if one day he is really cornered, we will shelter him, and if he is willing to join our Chebman family, I will marry Gillian to him!" Count Chebman commanded DeWett solemnly.

In Deweit's mind, an arrogant and domineering figure suddenly appeared, which made him shiver.