Chapter 457

The nobles signed.

In just one minute, the last trace of influence of the Southern Nobility System lingering on this land vanished.

Gawain sat at the head of the long table with a solemn and solemn attitude, while the thirty-one surviving lords from the southern border sat on both sides of the long table. Here, the heirs of noble and ancient surnames bowed their heads and fell silent. He signed his name on the document in front of him, and in the corner of the hall, an old man in a scholar's robe was directing his apprentice to turn a slightly bulky magic device towards the long table.

It was actually a magic web communicator. Although it was so cumbersome that it needed a young and strong man to lift it, it already represented Cecil's most advanced technology.

Godwin Orlando didn't hesitate to press a button on the device when the image of the long table was reflected in the camera crystal of the Leyline communicator.

In another room not far away, the projection crystal above an arcane printing machine lit up, and the holographic projection showed the scene in the large conference hall. Along with a series of mechanical sounds inside the machine, its arcane The brilliance of magic energy appeared on the surface of the transfer drum, and the transferred image was quickly printed on the paper that had been prepared.

Hetty took the sheet of paper from the side of the printing press, carefully rolled it up and sealed it in the sealer, and handed it to an assistant who was already waiting by the side.

The assistant took the "bottom plate" away as if holding a treasure, while Hetty looked at the holographic projection above the machine in front of her with a lot of emotion, and couldn't help but softly praised, "It's really unimaginable..."

Carmel floated aside, heard Hetty's words and asked, "Are you talking about what happened in the conference hall, or this device?"

"All," Hetty turned her head and said solemnly, "the scene of the signing of the old nobles will be recorded in this way, and spread throughout the southern border at an astonishing speed, far surpassing any notice, any propaganda, any Rumors, hard evidence will spread all over the land, in an unstoppable way... I always thought that those cannons that can crack mountains and rocks are the most powerful weapons, but now I finally understand... Why did the ancestors say that the printing press is the same as a weapon Powerful."

Then she lowered her head and looked at Rebecca, who was squatting behind the Arcane Printing Press, removing the cover of the machine to check the internal operation. "...And this child thought of the magic web communication device and Arcane Printing so quickly. I was also surprised by the use of the combination of machines.”

"I said a long time ago that Rebecca is a genius, and she lives up to the honor of the Cecil family," Gawain's voice came from the direction of the door, intervening in the conversation between Heidi and Kamal, "and As for what you said earlier...I'm glad you finally realized the power of the printing press and 'media' combined.

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Rebecca, who was digging under the printing press to study the situation of the machine, heard Gawain's voice, and immediately stood up while shouting happily, "Ah! Ancestor-sama, you are here! You were so..."

"Bang!!"

Rebecca's head slammed firmly against a metal rail under the machine, making a bang that could be heard in the whole room. Gawain saw that the whole machine was even shaken, and then Seeing Rebecca clutching her head and crying out in pain, she crawled out, "Oh mom... it hurts..."

Hetty was taken aback by the movement of this silly roe deer, and she forgot to blame for a while, so she squatted down to check her niece's head. "Are you alright?" in front of the woman

Rebecca grabbed her head and swayed up, raised her head and looked at Gawain with tears on her face, "It's okay..."

Gawain breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly instructed the mechanic next to him, "Then check the machine..."

At the scene, no one felt that there was something wrong with Gawain's words...

Heidi gave Rebecca a helpless look on her face, but remembered that she was complimenting this girl just a moment ago, so she didn't say the words of reproach in her heart until the end, so she had to change the topic to Gawain, "Ancestor, you put all those nobles away. Dropped?"

"The meeting was over as soon as they signed," Gawain said nonchalantly, "I've explained all the follow-up arrangements to them, and it won't take long. Of course, to celebrate their freedom and becoming Cecil I arranged a small-scale banquet for them...but I don't care what kind of mood they will go to."

After saying this, Gawain waved his hand, "Put these aside for now—Is the 'photo' printed out? How's the effect?"

"Ah, sorry ancestors, I've already been sent away," Heidi exclaimed in a small voice, and then reported, "the effect is very good, the effect of imprinting the illusion magic on paper is the same as the traditional 'shorthand' 'The spells are very different, but more realistic."

"That's good, you just have to review it," Gawain nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at Rebecca who was still wiping tears and sniffing next to him, "Silly boy, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Rebecca said with a blushing face on her neck, but then she shook her head, "It's just that there's a little buzzing in her head..."

Looking at the girl's forcibly calm appearance, Gawain could only sigh in disbelief.

Heidi also looked dumbfounded. She sighed softly and turned to Gawain, "Ancestor, do you think those nobles who signed the signature will settle down?"

"To be honest, I never trust them, whether it's before or after they sign," Gawain said very directly, with no outsiders here, "but I don't need them to support me or oppose me from the bottom of my heart, It doesn't make sense. We're going to be vigilant about them, keep them under surveillance, at least until they and their first generation are dead, and even if they're dead, we're going to be vigilant The actions of their descendants, it's just that the surveillance will become gentler."

Gawain raised his head and looked in the direction of the conference hall. His gaze seemed to pass through the walls and door panels, and he could directly see the southern nobles who were imitatingly leaving the venue.

"Remember that the aristocrats who signed here today and their first-generation direct descendants are not allowed to engage in politics, not to take part in any position in the government affairs office, nor to enter the education system and news communication system, even to be the most junior clerks, substitute teachers and assistants. Editors can't either. If there are really capable and secure people among them, they can do business and become investors. I even allow them to set up factories. As long as they have the brains, they can use these to live far more than before. Nobles live a more comfortable and wealthy life, but they don't have a place in government offices, schools, newspaper offices..."

"Yes," Heidi nodded solemnly, but she was still a little worried, "but this way... maybe we will miss some talents. The direct descendants of the nobles are the best intellectuals in this land at present, they may Most of them are unstable factors, but there are still things that can be won and educated..."

Gao Wen sighed, and of course Hetty understood what Hetty said, "I allow them to do business and set up factories after passing the assessment. This is to avoid waste as much as possible, and there are already a lot of hidden risks. Considering the size of the risks and the expected benefits comprehensively, This line cannot be changed. In addition, I have not completely restricted death - the descendants of the second and third generations of the old nobles, as well as the non-direct offspring, these people can enjoy the same rights as ordinary citizens after examination and observation. the same rights."

Having said this, he paused, and then said, "Of course, this will still miss some talents, and it will not be fair to them, but this is a necessary price - it is easy for us to destroy the army of the old nobles on the battlefield, but if They've become part of the Cecil system, and it's a huge problem to get rid of them."

Hetty bowed her head deeply, "Yes, I understand."

Gawain pondered for a while, then added, "Well, if you really find a very recognized talent among the nobles of the southern border and their direct descendants, you can report it to me, and I will personally organize the assessment and consider it as appropriate."

Then he exhaled, "Next, let's go see our real guests."

In an area not far from the meeting area, in a small but neat and comfortable living room, Andrew Leslie and Ropeney Grant were quietly waiting for the Duke's arrival.

"This day has come very quickly, isn't it?" Viscount Andrew held up the black tea in his hand and greeted the Countess next to him with a smile, "It seems like yesterday - Cecil was a dying last year, but today they have King's Landing in the South."

Ropeney Grant showed a warm smile, "I've waited for more than a year or two, Mr. Viscount."

"...You are an admirable lady, you have faith, and your will is stronger than mine," Viscount Andrew said after a moment of silence, his attitude sincere, and then a little self-deprecating, "Unlike me, I was just Investing in a business."

"Investment?" Luo Peini looked curiously at this pale man who was said to be weak due to excessive consumption of magical medicine. She didn't know much about this past. "What kind of investment?"

"Investment in Duke Cecil," Andrew Leslie said softly, looking forward, "that's the most daring business I've ever done in my life..."

"Gawain is our monarch now," Ropeney Glen looked at Viscount Andrew quietly, "Does this investment make a profit in your opinion?"

"Earn or lose..." Andrew Leslie muttered in a low voice. In his mind, the territory that had grown rapidly in the past year had become Cecil's industrial raw material. Emerge of the amazing wealth he has earned in the past year, and every gold and silver coin is marked with Cecil, who has been regarded as the best, kindest, and most enlightened the Leslie family has ever lived. Lord, his people praised him for his steadfast execution of Cecil's laws...

He is about to become the consul of Tanzania, and as a proof of his merits, the Leslie family will forever remain in the Tanzanian Council.

He believed that as long as the Leslie family did not act disobediently in the future, as long as they were not overly stupid, then his descendants would forever enjoy huge wealth, which was unimaginable compared to when he was a land lord in the past.

But they will also lose the power to take life and death on the territory forever, and even... they must obey the management of the Government Affairs Office.

Did this investment make a profit or a loss?

"Of course I earned it," Andrew Leslie raised his head, smiled, and said without hesitation, "Of course I earned it, and it could only be earned."

The waiter's voice sounded outside the door, "Gawain Duke Cecil is here—"