468. Review of publications

Chapter 468 Publishing Review
“Achoo!”

Paul suddenly sneezed a big sneeze, causing the people in the audience to be startled.

He said with some embarrassment, “Sorry, gentlemen, I don’t know which beautiful woman is quietly pining for me.”

“Haha!”

The lord’s joke made the crowd laugh.

Paul suddenly stopped laughing.

“Okay, now hold your head up.”

Paul fist-pumped at someone who was shivering and trembling in front of him.

Sam Russo was wincing all over, and with all his Rickey forced his neck to lift his head up as hard as he could.

Slowly, the man who could decide his fate with a single word came into view.

Beside him, there were others – Lord Ford Sr, Chief Steward of the Council of State, Lord Hayden, Head of Public Safety, Lord Cecil, Head of Intelligence, and Lord Thomas, Chief Justice of the Court of Lords.

Goodness! Is what I’ve committed so serious? So many big names are concentrated here.

Sam Russo, owner of a printing house, was suddenly knocked on his door by the police three days ago and thrown into a cell.

He was originally a refugee who came to Alda a few years ago, when he first arrived, at that time Alda was just emerging because of the invention of the printing press, and Sam Russo, who knew how to read and write, found a job as a typesetter in the official printing house of the Council of State. Sam’s mind was nimble, and it didn’t take long for him to master the skills associated with printing.

Later, printing presses became available for sale to the public, and the Council of State began to invest in culture and education.

Sam saw the opportunity and asked his friends to put together a sum of money to buy a few printing presses and start his own printing factory.

In the following years, his small factory has become bigger and bigger, as the owner of the Sam also succeeded in the ranks of the rich.

Just when his own business is booming day, a pile of huge profits of the business came to his head.

Several corner of the Bay customers to find their own, are familiar customers, Sam’s printing press in their hands to receive many orders, but before they want to print nothing more than some of the novels and poems and other books, but this time it is a banned book.

Specifically a banned book in Corner Bay, filled with black material from the Corner Bay Church, both in Corner Bay and in Aldo.

The client asks Sam to print the book for them, for a negotiable price.

Sam is reluctant at first, although the religious atmosphere in Northwest Bay is relaxed, he doesn’t want to get himself into any trouble.

But the money was too much, so much so that Sam was sure that if he turned it down, he would think about it later and ask himself internally how much he could have made if he had taken the job.

Not wanting to be tortured every day for the rest of his life, Sam was forced to take the deal.

And then the brakes came off.

The first shipment of books to Corner Bay was very well received by the customers.

So the second shipment, and the third ……

Sam’s initial dubiousness evaporated with the clinking and clashing of silver coins.

He had convinced himself that there was no law that forbade the printing of books attacking the Church of Corner Bay, and that the books were about the Church of Corner Bay, and that the Church of Northwest Bay was thousands of miles away from the Church of the Gulf.

Until one day, two men in uniform-police officers-knocked on the door of Sam’s office.

Things were exposed.

After three days spent jittery in his cell, Sam was mentioned before Paul Greiman, the Lord of Arda.

“Sam, Sam, you really embarrassed me in front of the church.”

Paul said to the printer’s owner in an unkind tone.

“Wise lord lord, I …… will never dare again.”

Sam’s legs went limp and he fell to his knees, and the sadness of his voice made people feel sorry for him.

“I will definitely donate more money and goods to the church in the future to cleanse myself of the sins I have committed against the Lord of Light.”

Paul: “Uh …… that’s not necessary.”

“Finished? Am I going to be burned or hanged?” Poor Sam Russo falls limp to the ground, howling.

Seeing this appearance of the printer’s boss, Paul was speechless for a while, is this man so unintimidated?

Things are clear, the printing house that printed this book is not the Gleiman family or the State Council’s name of the industry, it is estimated to come to the investigation of the corner of the Bay people will be Alda all the printing houses are defaulted to his industry.

Okay, that’s enough of the jokes.

“Sam Russo, I was going to try to punish you for this, but I’ve looked through the laws I’ve enacted, and I can’t believe I can’t find a single provision that applies to your situation.”

“Huh?”

“Even though a new law was created for your situation, I’ve always agreed with the principle of [non-retroactivity], so I can’t punish you.”

Sam asked cautiously, “What you mean, my lord, is that …… I …… I’m fine?”

Paul nodded gently, “Theoretically …… already realistically, yes, this time you escaped.”

“Thank you Lord Gladman! Thank you Lord Gladman!”

Sam was almost crying with joy, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

“Sam Russo, do you want to keep making money?” The lord came in coldly.

“Uh …… sure I do, but only if it doesn’t violate your laws.”

Paul laughed and said, “Haha, Sam Russo, you’re a good citizen, so I’ll allow you to continue honoring your agreement with your client.”

“Huh?”

Sam was all a bit confused; the Lord didn’t seem too concerned about whether or not the book blasphemed the Father.

“I, for one, will be arranging for some men to come to your plant and leave the book to them.”

Sam, who still continued to be confused, was led off.

Anyway it was right to listen to the lord’s arrangements.

The key was the laird’s final note – if anyone asked about the book in the future just say they didn’t know.

When the room was quiet, Paul looked around the crowd and said, “If anyone from the church asks about the book in the future, just say that it was done by the underground printing press.”

“Yes, Lord Gleeman.”

The crowd took heart.

Gathering these officials here was certainly not solely for the purpose of looking at the printer’s boss just now.

Paul continued, “But this incident has also given me a wake-up call – we should establish some laws for the printing or publishing industry, and add some legal provisions to limit it. I don’t want something to come on the market someday that can really embarrass me.”

“So, I’ve decided …… by Thomas.”

He shouted.

“Yes, Lord Graiman!”

The Chief Justice stood up.

“Draw up a charter for me first.”

“Yes!”

The legislature at this time was the king and the lords, so I have to say, how convenient.

Paul turned to Old Ford.

“Set up a publication review panel, and all books will be scrutinized by this panel before they are sent to print.”

“Let’s have this book from Corner Bay be put on the banned books list first by the publication review panel.”

“Of course, secretly do as I said before.”

(End of chapter)