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And any upper-class nobleman will have a large team, a large number of officials of various sizes to help him manage the territory.

No one has ever seen a person like Donner come almost alone to receive the territory.

The same was true of the Grande steward, who could scarcely believe his ears when he learned from Donner that he needed to report directly to the Duke himself—he had expected that one of the Duke would come and take over the management of Foggy City with him.

However, in order to get out of this dangerous place sooner, the news that the three northern provinces were to be ceded to the Silver Finchite Federation had already spread among the nobles and nobles -- the Governor of Grandet did his best to meet all the demands of the young duke.

As ridiculous as these demands sounded, Grandet did his duty, doing nothing and asking nothing.

In a town full of ashes, he barely found a shop that was not so dirty, and arranged for the Duke to settle down, and Grandet was called to him by the Duke with trepidation.

"How long have you been in charge of Fog City?" the young Duke didn't look like he was very easy to get along with.

"Back to my lord, it's been eleven years and three months. "Grandet could have said the time at any time, and he could have said it more precisely if the Duke had been willing to hear it.

"How many people are there in Fog City, how many merchants?"

"My lord, there are one hundred and twenty-six merchants, and the words of the people ......" Grandet was a little confused why the Duke asked this, only merchants would pay taxes, so the Count of Clax never cared about how many people there were in Fog City.

"Just give me an approximate number. ”

Grandet let out a sigh of relief, and the Count didn't seem to be angry.

"About 30,000 people...... Most are laborers. He replied with a sigh of relief. This number should not be too far behind, and there are only less than 400,000 people in the entire Santan Province, and almost one-tenth of them are in Fog City, thinking of this, Grande is secretly a little proud.

"No one is more familiar with the situation in Foggy City than you, right?" the Duke seemed satisfied.

"Yes, my lord, no one knows this place better than I do. "Grandet is not modest.

"Well, until I nominate someone else, you can still be the steward here. ”

Grande was startled, this is not in accordance with the rules, he is the Count of Claron's people, he should follow the Count to the south, no, this is not the most important thing, I heard that the Silver Bird Federation has long been eyeing this place, and Grandet does not want to experience another unfortunate war.

"Why? are you not pleased?" the Duke visibly saw Grandet's mood.

"Your Excellency...... In fact, there are still many people who know about the situation in Fog City, and ......" Grande's face was extremely embarrassed.

"Forget about those rumors, this place will not be ceded to the Silver Finch, and there will be no more wars!" Lord Duke's expression looked relaxed, not like he was pretending.

Grande's thoughts were a little loose, maybe this lord's words were true, otherwise how could he choose to take over the three northern provinces at this time?

No...... Can't be careless, Grandet reminded himself that who could say for sure whether there would be a war or not. Besides, the Count did give him instructions to let him go south as soon as the handover was complete. Although the duke has a larger fief and a higher title than the earl, the duke is not His Majesty the Emperor after all and cannot directly interfere in the affairs of the nobles of another fief.

"Lord Duke, I do really want to stay......" Grande's tone was soft, but his mind was firm, "But, Lord Count means, let me go south as soon as possible. ”

After saying this, Grandet waited quietly for the wrath to come. But the young duke in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed his temper, and he said calmly: "Then you can stay for a month, and I will give you another chance to choose after a month." ”

One month...... Grandet probably understood what the Duke meant, and he would not let him go until his men arrived.

At this time, Grandet had no way to refuse anymore, in case this lord really got angry, the Count of Cleon would not stand up for him, there was no city in the south, and Grandet actually had little value to the Count, and he himself knew this clearly.

He bowed his head and said "yes" respectfully. What else can be done, Grandet secretly prayed, that nothing bad would happen during this month.

"Now you go find a few people for me, and inform the knight academies and magic academies of the three northern provinces respectively, and let their deans come to see me. ”

The Duke gave another unruly order, even if Grande was neither a magician nor a knight, but he also knew that the knight academy and the magic academy in the province were all directly under the royal family, so how could there be a reason for the nobles to give them orders directly.

"Lord Duke......" Grandet decided to remind the duke who was too young, otherwise those academies would not give him face at that time, and I was afraid that his anger would still come towards him, "These academies you are talking about...... All of them are directly under the royal family......"

The Duke smiled and said, "You let those messengers say that it was the Duke of Venn who invited them, and it is not your business whether they come or not." ”

Grandet was a little puzzled, was there anything unusual about the title of "Duke of Venne"? Of course, he did not dare to ask such a question.

"Okay, you go first, remember, a month. ”

After the Duke had said this, he did not look at Grandet again, and the latter quickly bowed and withdrew.

A few minutes later, when Grandet found someone to deliver a letter to the six academies, he casually asked, "Do any of you know what this Duke of Venne is about?"

"Lord Steward......" said a young man in surprise, "don't you know?"

"Should I know?" said Grandet, remembering the young man who spoke. Everyone in Misty calls him Jimmy, but he's a hillbilly with a dream of a knighthood, and his hillbilly father will never be able to send him to the Knight Academy with that much money.

Grandet hated such unscrupulous people, and if it weren't for the Earl's taking away all those rule-abiding subordinates, Grandet would never have called this kind of daydreaming fellow, Jimmy, the knight, to death.

"Lord Steward, Duke Vane is the magician who invented the magical ballista in the Great Patriotic War, have you forgotten?" said Knight Jimmy, whose face was full of incredulity, as if he was surprised that Grandet did not know about it.

Grandet felt insulted, and gave the knight Jimmy a fierce look, "Go and deliver the letter!"

It was only when the messengers had ridden away that Grandet said to himself, "No wonder...... Doesn't that mean he's dead......"

He shook his head, and stopped thinking about these things, at least for a month, he had to keep order in Fog City—yes, without order, everything would be in chaos, Grandet thought.

(Ask for a commuter pass!Recommend a ticket!) (To be continued.) )