Under the curious gaze of all the high-ranking internal affairs officials of Idris, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Lance's mouth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He wiped his nose with his right index finger and said:

"First of all, we have to be sure. Refugees cannot continue to be allowed in. Therefore, I will not say much about the increase in troops on the border between the two countries and the strict tightening of the entry of refugees. ”

Morgan, the head of the interior, said coldly: "After the meeting, I will do it." ”

Lance nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's right, Master Morgan, your attitude is right." But refugees who have already come in. Whether it's for national influence, or for moral justice. The forcible expulsion of these poor refugees would actually tarnish the reputation of our Idiris. And we can see that the refugees we have found are just the tip of the iceberg. So according to Princess Eve, grooming!"

The Duke of Aceh asked, "How to channel?"

Lance looked at the map of Idris on the wall of the conference room, pointed to a place, and said confidently: "Diversion to Menise!"

However, at this time, the ministers in the hall all looked at each other suspiciously, and they didn't know what Lance said again. They began to discuss:

"Menize? ”

"You're stupid, it's that border military fief. The chief of the mining is the grandfather of this Miss Veronica, Andre. ”

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. But what's going on there? Why do you want to go there?"

......

There was a lot of talk. But as soon as Veronica heard this, it suddenly dawned on her: "I see. Reims, do you mean to give the land of Ménice to the refugees and then use the refugees to restore Ménice?"

Lance pointed at Veronica with both hands, as if announcing that Veronica had won the lottery, and said happily: "That's right!

Director Morgan smiled bitterly and said, "But the land of Menize has already been divided, where is the excess land?"

Lance really had a headache, he blew his hair, and said helplessly:

"A week ago, Menice was attacked by the army of demons of the undead. According to the statistics of the clerk of Menise, Miss Anne, the plague caused 168 deaths, 315 injuries and 1 missing. More than 60 per cent of the newly planted fields are barren, and a third of the houses in the town are idle. Do you think there is any excess land to resettle?"

"How do you know so clearly!"

Mr. Morgan was already stunned and couldn't keep his mouth shut. He had no idea about it. There are too many things to blame the demons for disturbing the side. He generally ignores it.

However, not only Mr. Morgan, but also the other officials present were stunned. The teenager not only knew that there was idle land in Ménice, but also the specific number of casualties and the situation of the idle land. It's embarrassing for everyone. After all, everyone here knows it in their hearts. If you are yourself, you will definitely not be able to say it.

Lance gently patted the head Morgan on the shoulder, shook his head and sighed:

"Alas...... High-ranking officials like you cannot stay in castles and mansions every day and govern the country by immorality. No wonder the Duke of Aceh said the meeting room was a pigsty. Please, uncles, can you go to other places more often, and don't stay in the capital all day? ”

At this time, Loxani in the package was already laughing uncontrollably.

Only she knew that this information was actually three days ago, the first day after Lance woke up. When they went to the militia training ground in Ménice, they accidentally obtained information while chatting with Anne, the daughter of Uncle Bagh.

It's just that Loxani didn't expect it to come in handy now. It's also thanks to Lance's good memory. Three days later, he still hasn't forgotten the specific number. I really can't see that such a person can actually lose his memory.

Lance continued:

"That's it. First, we can help Ménice, which is now extremely short of manpower, to replenish manpower and fully resume production. Second, we can select some refugees who can still serve in the military to join the Ménice garrison and enrich the strength of the garrison. Because as far as I know, a month ago, the Menice garrison was almost completely wiped out, and now is the time for a shortage of men. Three!"

Saying that, Lance walked to the Duke of Aceh's side, shook his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I can also help you earn some extra money!"

When Duke Aceh heard this, his originally serious face was slightly stunned. The corners of his mouth showed an imperceptible rise: "Oh?

"Because what refugees want most now is a safe environment and a stable life," Lance said. So you can bid skyrocketing. I've mapped it out for you, you can add one condition. That is, all the crops planted on the land allocated to the refugees must be paid one-tenth of the crops as resettlement rent tax. And we can take this grain and use it for other purposes. In this way, you will not only open up the wasteland, but also collect more taxes. Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone? ”

When the Duke of Aceh heard this, he nodded approvingly and said, "Good idea, what about the old and weak women and children?"

Lance thought for a moment and said, "In this way, we can divide these refugees into many groups evenly according to the fields. Each group is staffed with the same proportion of the elderly, children, young and middle-aged workers and the unemployed. Of course, according to the family, it can be properly coordinated. Then let's just collect taxes according to groups, not according to individual taxes. In addition, many elderly people, children and women can also participate in part of the workforce. ”

"But!" said Chief Morgan, still unrelentingly, "but I'm afraid what will we do if no one answers this call?"

The Duke of Aceh frowned and said, "That's right, this field originally has one-fifteenth land tax, and one-tenth of the tithe, and then one-tenth of the resettlement rent tax, who would do such a loss-making thing?"

"Actually, from the heart, they will accept it. After all, the conditions are much better than their current situation. For them in exile, that's the difference between heaven and hell, isn't it......?

Lance said meaningfully: "Lord Duke, you officials go to say it, naturally not. The people's natural resistance to the aristocracy was inherent. It doesn't matter if you're a ruler or a tyrant. There is always a gap with them. There will always be people who will pick on the thorns. What's more, this is still a refugee. We need messengers from within them, and from people they trust. Nine times out of ten, they will agree. ”

"Listen to your tone, then you have someone to choose?"

Lance smiled and said, "The Duke is really smart. That's right, I happen to know a guy whose name is Ed, and he's a good friend among refugees. If he helps you talk about this policy, it will come naturally. When that happens, you can also appoint him as the refugee's tribune and let him communicate with the refugees. I'm sure ******** will be much smaller. However, if there are still some diehards who do not agree, then there is no need to estimate the face, and when the time comes, it is enough to directly deport the country. After all, you've already given a very generous policy. ”

"But!" said Mr. Morgan, trying to continue to refute the red-eyed boy who had demolished his own desk.

But the Duke of Aceh rebuked him:

"Alright! I've decided!"

With a hint of anger, the Duke of Aceh said to Chief Morgan: "Don't say more, just do what Scholar Reims says." When the refugees moved out, they followed Miss Veronica's advice and went to the sewers to clean and disinfect the site. You can't find a way, you can't do things, you can't do things. If something goes wrong, don't do it!"

"Yes......" Mr. Morgan wilted completely.

The Duke of Aceh rebuked angrily: "Then don't go quickly!"

With that, Mr. Morgan quickly ran out of the conference room with a group of subordinates.

The Duke of Aceh looked at Lance and nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Lance Scholar not only knows magic words. And it has also made achievements in the way of governance. The people my daughter Eve got to know are just not ordinary! ”

At this time, the Duke of Aceh got up and stood up and said, "Well, I thank Veronica for her advice. Helped me avoid a potential plague. Wait a minute. I'll go find someone, and when he comes, I'll have something to discuss with you about Princess Isabella. ”

After saying that, the Duke of Aceh shook his hand and walked out with a smile. Lance also breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

But suddenly, Eve and Veronica dragged Lance aside with one hand. Looking at the angry expressions of the two girls. Lance suddenly felt that something was wrong.

And in a secret corner outside the castle, the chief Morgan and the others gasped, leaning against the wall outside the castle, wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

Inspector August complained, "Where did you come from? What the does. ”

Mr. Morgan also said angrily: "That's right, I understand that they are here to steal our jobs." These days, it's getting harder and harder to mix. We must find a way to get rid of this outsider, or the Duke will come to us sooner or later. ”

Inspector August nodded in agreement and said, "That's right! Some time ago, Princess Eve suggested that the Duke should eliminate corruption and rectify the bureaucracy. And the Duke of Aceh also tacitly agreed. And this stinky boy appeared at this time, and he knew this hidden refugee camp so well. It's like coming prepared. I'm afraid that these two things must be related. ”

Ethan, the construction officer, interjected at this time and said, "Could it be that Eve, this little ****, deliberately found someone to mess with us." ”

"Ethan, why are you talking nonsense!" at this time, Chief Morgan reprimanded sternly, "No matter what, Princess Eve is also the one we have to be loyal to." How do you describe it in such filthy words? I don't think I heard it today, and I don't think I'll make an example. ”

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong. Ethan hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"But ......," said the chief Morgan, holding his chin in thought, "this Lance can't be left alone." We must not allow us to have an additional political enemy from a foreign country to divide our forces. Our interests are also to be guaranteed. Gotta find a way to get rid of him!"

Ethan, the construction officer, said, "Master Morgan, we don't know anything about this Lance right now. And he, now has Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Duke in the cover. We're just afraid we won't be able to move him for the time being. But we still have to prepare early. ”

Director Morgan glanced at Ethan and asked, "What's the preparation?"

"No matter how I think it, this red-eyed kid doesn't look like a scholar in Mishelington. It doesn't even feel like it has anything to do with Mishilington. Why don't you ......" Ethan said with a wicked smile, "Lord Morgan, aren't you good friends with Archmage Zelas of the Magical Kingdom of Mihirington? ”

Mr. Morgan nodded and said, "Okay, that's all for now." I'm writing tonight. ”

"And!" interjected the Inspector August, "didn't he mention his relationship with Ménice, why don't we send someone to the county of Clay and Ménice to gather information about him as well." If he was a fake, he wouldn't have been able to hide it from everyone who had seen her. I believe there will be a breakthrough. ”

Steward Morgan smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, August, is Snake the Torturer in your position now?"

"That's right. Do you want to?"

A smug smile appeared at the corner of the mouth of the head Morgan: "That's right, send him to Menice." I think there will be a reward. ”

"Yes, Lord Steward, or is it your thoughtfulness. Even if there is no evidence, 'Torturer' Snake can help us ask for evidence. ”