Chapter 221 Banquet 3

"Count Graman, Count Garnard, how are your things made? I am willing to pay a high price to buy the relevant technology."

Finally someone asked.

"Me too, our family still has some savings, and the price you offer will definitely satisfy you."

With the first one, there will be the second one.

They also sent people to Alda to inquire about the relevant technology, but Alda is extremely strict with each factory and the workers inside.

The production process in the factory is divided into several parts, and a worker is only responsible for a small part of it. Very few people can get a glimpse of the whole picture. Those who are qualified are all supported by high salaries, and they and their families live in a special area that is strictly protected.

So far, they have only found out a little information, such as papermaking seems to be related to wood, and porcelain seems to be made of mud.

Although Cecil, the intelligence director, does not run the intelligence department as well as other time-travel novels, he is still qualified in keeping his own secrets. But then again, the surrounding lords don't have any underground power to show off, and everyone is just a bunch of chickens fighting each other on the "secret front".

Mailon was at a loss, staring at Paul in a daze, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Uh... everyone..."

Paul pondered for a moment, and now he couldn't make up his mind whether to open up the technology to the outside world. Since the success of blast furnace ironmaking, he has pursued higher levels and has not paid much attention to industries such as papermaking and canning. He doesn't want to spend too much to keep their secrets. As I thought before, these things will spread sooner or later.

However, now even if Alda and Bayerdin are combined, they have not formed an absolute advantage over the surrounding territories. In this chaotic world, the big fist is the hard truth, and you must first save some money to protect yourself.

"Everyone, we have a patent system. Whether others can use these technologies requires the authorization of the inventor."

"Patent? Aren't you the lord of Alda? Do you have to look at other people's eyes?"

"This... after all, there are some rules. It's not convenient to talk about this here now. If you are interested, you are welcome to visit Lake Heart Town and we will sit down and talk slowly."

When the lords saw that Paul didn't say it, they knew that there was great hope for this matter. Moreover, there were many people and eyes here, and it was really not a place to talk about business. It's better for fewer people to know good things. Just communicate with a few neighbors.

"Okay, okay, let's go back and talk slowly! Little brother Paul, little brother Mellon, drink! Drink!"

The smiling people turned to other topics and talked loudly.

"Duke Ferdinand~Here-"

"Earl Kent~Here-"

A loud roll call came from outside the door, and the voice was several times louder than others. The main person of this birthday party finally came.

The whole hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone calmly waited for the arrival of the largest vassal in the northwest of the kingdom.

A trembling figure walked in slowly with the help of a servant.

Duke Ferdinand now looked thin and weak, and even his steps were unstable.

"Tsk tsk ~ The Duke looks really bad."

"I didn't expect it. When I came to visit him half a year ago, he was still rosy-cheeked and very healthy. Oh, he just took a new concubine at that time."

"I'm afraid he has some emergency?"

Paul heard people around him whispering.

As soon as the Duke entered the door, his younger brother, Viscount Henry, hurried to greet him.

"My brother, you are finally here. You are the protagonist today. Happy birthday!"

"Well..."

The Duke responded weakly, without looking at the people in the hall, and walked straight to the main seat without saying a word.

Henry sent the servants away and supported him personally.

There was another person following the Duke, no, two people.

One was Count Martz Kent, and the other was a little boy, probably Count Kent's pageboy.

No one in the hall thought much about why Count Kent appeared with the Duke. Everyone knew that Martz Kent was the most trusted confidant of Duke Ferdinand.

Martz Kent controlled his pace and always followed Duke Ferdinand.

The Duke finally came to his seat, turned around and sat down.

Count Kent and his pageboy also sat down in 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. Seeing so many people in the hall, and all looking up at him, his face turned ruddy.

The pleasure brought by power made the Duke regain some spirit.

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. Let's not go home until we are drunk today!"

"Happy birthday to the Duke!"

Everyone in the hall raised their glasses to Duke Ferdinand and wished him a happy birthday.

"Good, good, good!"

No mistake!

The Duke finally smiled.

Just when everyone was looking at Duke Ferdinand, Paul was observing Earl Kent, who was the one who sent envoys to Lake Heart Town to blackmail him last year.

Marz Kente seemed to feel something, and when he turned his head, he looked at Paul's gaze.

The corner of his mouth was upright, and he smiled slightly towards Paul.

However, Paul felt a sudden cold, just like entering the dark cave adventure in the paint, and a group of bats living inside were shocked.

Duke of Ferdinand on the main seat announced his efforts to announce the banquet. Immediately came in a group of servants filled with food on the table in front of everyone, and took away the barrels that had been drank about the same, and put on a barrel of wine again.

"please!"

"You please!"

After each other, the guests began to enjoy food and wine?

In addition to rich food, there are various programs at the banquet, and various artists come in to perform.

The dwarf and clown make people laugh, and the singing poet's singing is intoxicating, and the acrobatics of juggling artists are enjoying.

"Oh, I will definitely get fat for ten pounds when I go back this time."

Paul took a knife with a knife and one hand, sweating against the grilled suckling pigs in front of him, and from time to time, he also met a cup with Macaron, Briss and others around him.

"Everyone!"

There was a sudden sound of all the sounds. Although the sound was not loud, the lobby calmed down again.

The Duke's spoke again, Paul reluctantly put down the knife and fork and put on a carefully listening.

"You also read it, my body bone is getting more and less unused, so ..."

The duke's voice was low again, and it seemed a bit difficult to speak.

"So ... so ..."

After saying "so" a few times, he seemed to be determined and said loudly.

"While everyone is there, I want to declare the heirs!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was shocked.