Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 764

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The opportunity that the great governors of the Dhaka Merchant Alliance had been waiting for soon arrived.

After discussion, the Gold Coin Federation businessmen decided to partially follow the example of the Northwest Republic and implement the civilian surname policy to a limited extent.

The specific method is as follows:

First: at least three generations have settled in the Gold Coin Federation in the past; no criminal record in the past twenty years; have served in the military or multiple times; participated in the Great Migration - those who meet three of the above four conditions can obtain a surname.

Second: A retired adventurer who has settled down; has been paying taxes for the past twenty years; has made gains in battle; has skills in medical, clerical, accounting, etc.; has a formal residence in the Gold Coin Federation and has been living here for at least the past ten years - or more If you meet two requirements, you can get a surname.

Third: The family has fought for the Gold Coin Federation for more than 20 years; has been officially commended for meritorious service in the past 20 years; has been disabled in the line of duty and their family members; has an independent business officially registered with the Merchant Alliance - if one of the above is met, you can get it Surname.

In addition, the Gold Coin Federation does not care about the problem of repeated surnames. As long as you want to, you can have any surname. Even if there are a thousand people with the surname Sriwu (silver) and ten thousand people with the surname "Gordon" (gold), it is totally fine.

After this decree was promulgated, others were fine, but the gold coin federation started to stir up trouble.

Naturally, the aristocrats were furious and cursed each and every one of them. To put it mildly, scolding the merchants for breaking the rules and corrupting the country's morals is depraved and corrupt behavior. To be harsher, just accuse the businessman of being sick in the head, morally corrupt, and behaving in a despicable and despicable manner. It is definitely because of the disharmony in family life that has led to excessive accumulation of stress. Some people even claimed that the leaders of the merchant faction did such perverse things because they believed in the devil of the abyss, in order to destroy the order of the world and cause turmoil and disaster... and so on.

But despite the scolding, there was nothing they could do against the merchant faction. It's easy to start a quarrel, but if it develops into a war, even the two leaders of the noble faction, the Marquis of Gemstones and the Marquis of Gold, are not willing to pay such a high price.

In fact, Golden Marquis Gordon is the most depressed. The Gordon family is one of the most noble families in the Gold Coin Federation. Before this year, let alone the Gold Coin Federation, no one in any country on the main plane dared to have the surname Gordon - those who had the surname in the past This person was either incorporated into a branch of the Gordon family, or changed his surname, or... there is no "or".

But this time, with the Northwest Republic and the Gold Coin Federation Businessmen Faction, there will be at least tens of thousands of people with the surname "Gordon". No matter how strong and powerful the Gordon family is, there is no way to kill them all.

Of course, they can try to work harder, but... neither the merchant faction nor the Northwest Republic is within the sphere of influence of the Gordon family. Probably we can only hire adventurers who are engaged in black business to do the work. Whether it can be done is still a question mark.

But there is no doubt about one thing, it costs money, a lot of money.

The Marquess of Gordon was certainly rich, and very rich. But unlike Sui Xiong, who always wanted to spend his money to promote social and economic circulation, he didn't want to spend money. If possible, he would rather not spend a single copper penny!

"Sir Gordon, I heard that there are many people in the north who want to be named Gordon. It seems that they all admire you and your family's reputation!"

The most annoying thing is that there is a shameless old man who is causing trouble for him!

Marquis Gordon clenched his fists, but with a smile on his face, he said nonchalantly: "Marquis Youke, I heard that there are many people who want to be named Youke..."

"This is a good thing. It shows that our Uke family has a good image." Marquis Uke didn't care at all and said with a smile, "I have always felt that our family is a little thin. It would be better to have more relatives and friends." of."

The population is thin? !

Marquis Gordon was so angry that his nose almost twisted.

The Uke family has always been famous for its long line of descendants. In Marquis Uke's generation alone, there are more than 20 direct and close relatives in total. Marquis Guangyouk himself gave birth to four sons and three daughters, and currently has five... oh, now there are six grandchildren.

In contrast, the Marquess of Gordon only had two sons and one grandson.

That bastard Youke, in front of him, talked nonsense about "the population is thin"? !

Marquis Gordon really wanted to jump over from the magic image and hit the old man with a fist with dragon leather gloves, but he couldn't do it.

Not only could he not do it, he had to continue to put on a smile.

It was really not easy, so much so that his smile became a little stiff.

If there were only two marquises at this meeting, there would probably be nothing to say about this. Fortunately, the earls were also present at the meeting, especially the vassals of Marquis Gordon.

An earl, one of his vassals, immediately said: "Lord Youke, what do you think of the large-scale granting of surnames to civilians by the merchants? Is this a trampling on the honor of our nobles?"

Marquis Youke smiled slightly and said, "What do you think the honor of a nobleman lies in?"

"It lies in the glorious bloodline!"

"It lies in the merits of our ancestors!"

"It lies in the reputation that the family has maintained from generation to generation!"

After everyone finished talking, Marquis Youke shook his head and said calmly: "We are all our own people here, let alone those who are vain. What does the honor of the nobility lie in? It lies in our ability to kill those who do not believe that we have honor. people."

He spoke in an understatement, but there was a ferocious murderous intent in his words.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they remembered that he was a well-known tough guy among the nobles, with the toughest and most courageous character.

"So... you mean, you want to fight?" Marquis Gordon asked in a deep voice.

Marquis Youke shook his head again: "Fight? With whom? How to fight? Are you sure we can beat the merchant faction now? Even if we win the merchant faction, can we still defeat the Northwest Republic? I said it before , I can contribute to the fight against the merchant faction. If you fight against the Northwestern Republic, don’t look for me, I don’t want to die.”

The nobles were silent, and Marquis Youke bluntly pointed out the key to the problem - the key to this civilian surname movement lies in the Northwestern Republic that launched it. Since there is nothing we can do to defeat the Northwest Republic, even if we defeat the merchant faction, it won't mean much.

Anyway, the honor that has long been reserved for the nobles has been given to the common people.

"But we can't just let it go. At least we must stop the merchant faction from doing this." Marquis Gordon said, "Otherwise, we will have internal conflicts."

"Yes, but to be honest, I am not optimistic about solving this matter through war." Marquis Youke sighed, "In my opinion, we can only strengthen management in our own ruled areas and crack down on those who want to promote civilians to take surnames. Sports guys—you have to be ruthless and heavy-handed, and let them understand that this matter is non-negotiable!”

The great nobles nodded one after another, with murderous intent showing in their eyes...