Chapter 521 Tax Reform 6

Chapter 521 Tax Reform 6
A material life that the current world could not provide

Was this the reason for the hard work of his own lord? Bernard pondered inwardly, but he was imagining it.

“My lord, forgive me for being short-sighted, but I just can’t imagine what else is unobtainable with your current power and wealth – if you actually use them.”

Again, he asked his new question.

“Oh, Bernard.” There was a touch of pity in Paul’s voice. “I want to be able to move my hand to correspond with a friend who is thousands of miles away; can the world give me that?”

“I want to browse news from all over the world while I eat, and to exchange my opinions with people of all colors in different parts of the world, can this world give me that?”

“Can the world give me the ability to record interesting moments in my life in images and savor them over and over again in my free time?”

“Ho ho ho, Bernard, I know what you’re going to say.” Paul waved his hand to stop the secretary who wanted to speak.

He continued, “Yes, you’re right in your opinion, wouldn’t hiring more men, buying a few more fast horses, or even building a few more optical base stations and hiring a few more painters accomplish all those things I want? But ……”

“I want to be able to hear my friend when I talk to him on the phone and he can hear me, I want the news I see illustrated, I want it recorded”

“If I say I want to centralize the things I wish to do in a palm-sized box that can be operated with one hand, can the world give me such a small box?”

“It’s impossible!” Hearing Paul’s “fantasy”, Bernard shouted incredulously, “The world cannot make such a box.”

“It’s [now] this world, Bernard.”

Paul put the finishing touches on Bernard’s description, and Bernard saw an overwhelming confidence emerge on his face.

“But I think it will be made sooner or later, a hundred years? Two hundred years? Five hundred years? A thousand years? Sooner or later.”

“And what I’m trying to do is to move the process along so that this box …… and what this box represents behind it, will appear in the world as soon as possible.”

Paul put his feet up on the table again and said with a note of despondency in his tone:

“Yes, to be pessimistic, I may not see it appear in my lifetime, but one must have something to look forward to, right? Don’t you think?”

The lord’s dream made Bernard feel both absurd and real, absurd because he didn’t believe in that kind of thing, and real because of the lord’s tone of confidence, and considering Count Greiman’s previous inventions, Bernard wasn’t sure that he could recognize his words as a bunch of nonsense.

The office was quiet for a few seconds.

“Lord Gleiman!” Bernard decided not to continue the previous topic, and he pulled out a document and laid it on Paul’s case.

“Lord Cecil asked me to pass this document on to you when he was leaving, he didn’t report to you personally because of an urgent matter. This document is the information on the candidates for Alda’s emissary in Horn Bay.”

Paul happily picked up the document, “Oh? So soon.”

As the situation in Horn Bay changed, Paul felt more and more that he needed to have an official representative based in Horn Bay.

At first he considered Laddie Sertia, but considering that her status as a witch was too sensitive at this juncture, as well as his own little selfishness, Paul eventually ruled Laddie out.

In the end, after much deliberation, he decided to choose from among the Northwest Bay people who frequented Horn Bay – especially the merchants.

He instructed Cecil, the head of Intelligence, to select a suitable candidate for himself.

The reason why Cecil was asked to do this was that the Ministry of Intelligence had been in contact with the merchants from the Northwest Bay who traveled to the Bay of Horn, and had asked them to gather all kinds of information about the Bay of Horn within the scope of their regular means and to provide it to the Ministry of Intelligence, and naturally, the identities and biographies of these merchants had been filed with the Ministry of Intelligence, and therefore Paul gave Cecil the job of selecting an official representative. “So fast, this Cecil guy couldn’t have just found a random person to deal with me.”

Paul grunted as he opened the file.

“Friedrich Lister?”

……

General Collins Fedotov watched with satisfaction as his side’s army pushed the enemy Etonian army back step by step.

There was a knight in white helmet and white armor in the Etonian army, very conspicuous, that was none other than the ruler of this country, Archduke Cabre, and before the battle started, according to the ancient etiquette, the main generals of the two sides informed each other of their names, so Fedotov could recognize him.

At this moment, Archduke Cabre was wielding a strangely shaped longsword and fighting hard, and almost none of the surrounding knights of the Protectorate were his opponents. But one person’s bravery couldn’t change the entire battlefield situation.

The Etonians fought valiantly, but their soldiers were slightly young, clearly under-trained, and poorly coordinated with each other.

Fedotov guessed that it should be because the Etonians’ main force had all converged with the Horned Bay Alliance. It looked like the Protectorate’s strategy on the overall level was very successful.

The Goddess of Victory was already beckoning.

“Hahaha!” Fedotov couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“General, your great name will surely resonate throughout Horn Bay from now on.”

His subordinate, Harper, was very attentive in offering his horse’s ass.

“My dear Harper.” Fedotov looked at him with some sarcasm, “It looks like those wizards who defeated you didn’t show up today.”

“Uh ……” Harper’s face flashed with a moment of embarrassment, “They must have been afraid of your might, General, and ran away in advance.”

“Hmph!” Fedotov didn’t suspect that Harper was telling a lie, he thought that Harper must have encountered the wizards.

According to the report of the soldiers who ran back from the vanguard unit, the group of sorcerers was led by a burly man holding a thick iron chain, seemingly unafraid of their own casualties, and pulled out sharp blades to slash indiscriminately as they approached the Protectorate soldiers, while the swords and knives in the hands of the Protectorate soldiers slashed into the top of their thin layer of leather armor, but it was as if they were hacking into a piece of metal plate, and they were all crumbling out of their gaping holes.

Now that their own main force had pressed up, they were crushing the hopes of the Etonians bit by bit right below the walls of Hydra.

The wizards still did not come, the “pious” Fyodorov believed: it is because of the power of the Heavenly Father on himself, so that the wizards did not dare to show up.

“Harper, open your eyes and take a good look. Even if those sorcerers show themselves, it is already too late, and our army will surely crush some of them.

Fedotov confidently raised his head slowly and said so to his subordinate.

“General Fedotov!” “General Fedotov!”

A messenger rode frantically toward him.

Fedotov had a bad feeling for no reason.

(End of chapter)