Chapter 221 Attending the Banquet 3
“Count Grayman, Count Garnard, how are those gadgets of yours made? I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy related technology.”
< br>Finally someone asked.
"Me too, our family still has some savings, and the price offered will definitely satisfy you."
With the first one, there will be a second one.
They also sent people to Alda to inquire about related technologies, but Alda had extremely strict control over various factories and the workers there.
In factories, the production process is divided into several parts. A worker is only responsible for a small part of it, and few people can see the whole picture. Everyone with this qualification is supported by a high salary, and they and their families live in a special area that is strictly protected.
So far they have only found out a little bit of information. For example, paper making seems to be related to wood, and porcelain seems to be made of clay.
Cecil, the intelligence chief, runs the intelligence department in such a way that although he is not as powerful as in other time travel novels, he still does a good job of keeping his own secrets. But having said that, the surrounding lords don't have any underground power to take action, and everyone is just a noob on the "secret front".
Myron was at a loss and looked at Paul blankly, waiting for him to make up his mind.
"Uh... everyone..."
Paul pondered for a moment, and now he is still undecided whether to open the technology to the outside world. Since the success of blast furnace ironmaking, he has pursued higher-level pursuits and has become less interested in industries such as papermaking and canning. I don’t want to spend too much money to keep their secrets. As I thought before, these things will spread out sooner or later.
However, even if Alda and Bailding are combined, they do not have an absolute advantage over the surrounding territories. In this chaotic world, it is the last word to have a big fist. You must first save some resources for self-protection. Capital.
“Everyone, we have a patent system there. Whether these technologies can be used by others must be authorized by the inventor.”
“Patent? Aren’t you the lord of Arda? Do you still have to look at other people’s looks?”
"This... we have to talk about some rules after all. It's not convenient to talk about it here now. If you are interested, you are welcome to visit Huxin Town. Let's sit down and talk slowly."
The lords took a look. Paul didn't say anything, he knew there was a lot of hope in this matter, and there were many people here, so it was really not a place to discuss business. It’s better if fewer people know about the good stuff, and just share it with a few neighbors.
"Okay, okay, let's go back and talk slowly! Brother Paul, brother Mellon, drink! Drink!"
The smiling people moved to other topics and started talking loudly.
"Duke Ferdinand~to——"
"Earl of Kent~Here-"
A loud roll call came from outside the door, the voice was several times louder than the others. The real host of this birthday party finally arrived.
The whole hall was suddenly silent, and everyone was waiting calmly for the arrival of the largest vassal in the northwest of the kingdom.
A trembling figure slowly walked in with the support of a servant.
Now Duke Ferdinand looks thin and weak, and he can't even walk steadily.
"Tsk tsk~ The Duke looks like he's really in trouble."
"I didn't expect that when I came to pay him a visit half a year ago, he was still rosy and his body was very strong. Oh, he was just a young man at that time. We have a new side room.”
“Is he suffering from some emergency?”
Paul heard people around him whispering.
As soon as the Duke entered the door, his brother Henry, Viscount Henry, immediately rushed to greet him.
"My brother, I have longed for you. You are the protagonist today. Happy birthday!"
"Well..."
The Duke responded angrily. , without looking at the people in the hall, he walked straight to the main seat without saying a word.
Henry dismissed the servant and helped him personally.
The Duke was followed by another person, no, two people.
One is Count Maltz Kent, and the other is a young boy, presumably Count Kent's page boy.
No one in the hall thought much about why the Earl of Kent appeared with the Duke. Everyone knows that Maltz Kent is Duke Ferdinand’s most trusted confidant. Malz Kent controlled the pace and always followed Duke Ferdinand.
The Duke finally came to the edge of his seat, turned around and sat down.
The Earl of Kent and his page boy also sat down on the seats near the duke, while Henry sat on the other side of the duke.
Duke Ferdinand then raised his head and looked around the hall. When he saw so many people in the hall, and they were all looking up at him, his face turned rosy.
The pleasure brought by power allowed the Duke to regain some of his energy.
He stretched out his slightly trembling arm, and the servant standing beside him immediately filled a wine glass on the table with wine.
The Duke raised his glass and stretched it forward.
"Everyone! Thank you for coming to my birthday party. You will not come home until you are drunk today!"
"Happy birthday to the Duke!"
Everyone in the hall also raised their wine glasses towards Duke Ferdinand and congratulated him on his birthday in unison.
"Okay, okay!"
A smile finally appeared on the Duke's face.
While everyone was looking at Duke Ferdinand, Paul was observing the Earl of Kent, the man who sent envoys to Lake Town to blackmail him last year.
Maltz Kent seemed to feel something, and turned his head to meet Paul's eyes.
The corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled slightly at Paul.
But Paul felt a sudden chill in his body, as if he were exploring a dark cave and being frightened by a group of bats living inside.
Duke Ferdinand on the main seat mustered up his strength to announce the start of the banquet. Immediately, a group of servants came in, filled the table in front of everyone with food, took away the wine barrels that had been almost drunk, and replaced them with barrels of fine wine.
“Please!”
"You, too, please!"
After giving each other some courtesy, the guests began to enjoy the food and wine?
In addition to rich food, there were also various entertainment programs at the banquet, and various artists took turns to perform.
The dwarfs and clowns made people laugh, the minstrel's singing made people intoxicated, and the jugglers' acrobatics made people addicted.
“Oh my, I will definitely gain ten pounds this time when I go back.”
Paul held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, sweating profusely as he dealt with the roasted suckling pig in front of him. From time to time, he also had a drink with Myron, Bryce and others around him.
“Everyone!”
A voice suddenly came from your side. Although the voice was not loud, it made the hall quiet again.
The Duke spoke again, and Paul reluctantly put down his knife and fork, pretending to listen carefully.
"You have also seen that my body is becoming more and more useless, so..."
The Duke's voice dropped again, as if it was a little difficult to speak.
"So...so..."
After saying "so" an unknown number of times, he seemed to have made up his mind and mustered up the strength to say it loudly.
"While everyone is here, I want to announce the heir!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the house was shocked.
(End of this chapter)