The nobles signed it.
It only takes a minute, and the last sliver of influence of the southern aristocratic system on this land disappears.
Gao Wen sat at the head of the long table in a solemn and solemn posture, and the thirty-one surviving lords of the southern region sat on both sides of the long table. The heirs of noble and ancient surnames bowed their heads here and remained silent. He signed his name on the document in front of him, and in the corner of the hall, an old man in a scholar's robe was instructing his apprentice to turn a slightly bulky magic device in the direction of the long table.
It was actually a magic net communicator. Although it was so bulky that a young and strong man could lift it up, it already represented Cecil's most advanced technology.
When the scene around the long table was reflected in the camera crystal of the magic net communicator, Godwin Orlando pressed a button on the device without hesitation.
In another room not far away, the projection crystal above an arcane printing machine lit up, and the holographic projection showed the scene in the large conference hall. Accompanied by a series of mechanical running sounds inside the machine, its arcane The radiance of magical energy emerged from the surface of the transfer cylinder, and the transmitted image was quickly printed on the prepared paper.
Hetty took out the paper from the side of the printing machine, carefully rolled it up and sealed it into an envelope, and handed it to an assistant who was already waiting beside: "Send it to the newspaper office and tell them to use the full page."
The assistant took the "bottom board" away like holding a treasure, while Hetty looked at the holographic projection above the machine in front of her with a lot of emotion, and couldn't help admiring softly: "It's really unimaginable..."
Floating aside, Kamel asked after hearing Heidi's words, "Are you talking about what happened in the conference hall, or this device?"
"All of them," Hetty turned her head and said seriously, "The scene of the old nobles signing the contract will be recorded in this way, and spread throughout the entire southern border at an astonishing speed, which is far better than any notice, any preaching, any Rumors and ironclad evidence will spread across this land in an unstoppable way... I always thought that the cannons that can break mountains and rocks are the most powerful weapons, but now I finally understand... Why the ancestors said that the printing press is also powerful as a weapon .”
Then she lowered her head and looked at Rebecca who was squatting behind the side of the arcane printing machine, removing the cover of the machine to check the internal operation: "...and this child thought of magic net communicator and arcane printing so quickly I'm also amazed at how the machines are combined."
"I said a long time ago that Rebecca is a genius, and she lives up to the honor of the Cecil family," Gawain's voice came from the direction of the door, intervening in the conversation between Hetty and Kamel, "and As for what you said earlier... I'm glad you're finally realizing the power of the printing press and the 'media' combined."
Rebecca, who was digging under the printing press to study the condition of the machine, heard Gawain's voice, and immediately got up while yelling happily: "Ah! Your ancestors are here! You were so..."
"Bang!!"
Rebecca's head hit a metal guide rail under the machine firmly, and there was a bang sound that could be heard in the whole room. Gawain saw that the whole machine was even shaken by the shock, and then Seeing Rebecca clutching her head and screaming in pain, she crawled out: "Oh my... it hurts..."
Hetty was taken aback by the movement of this silly roe deer, and forgot to blame for a while, and quickly squatted down to check the head of her niece. Gawain was also taken aback, and came to the great-grandson on the n+1 floor in two or three steps In front of the woman: "Are you okay?"
Rebecca wobbled up with her head in her arms, raised her head and looked at Gawain, with tears streaming down her face: "It's okay..."
Gawain breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly directed the mechanic next to him: "Then check the machine..."
At the scene, no one felt that there was something wrong with Gao Wen's words...
Hetty gave Rebecca a helpless look, but remembered that she was still praising the girl just a moment ago, so she held back the words of reproach in her heart until the end, so she changed the subject to Gawain: "Ancestor, you put those nobles Throw it all away?"
"The signing meeting is over after they signed," Gao Wen said indifferently, "I have explained all the follow-up arrangements to them, and it won't take long. Of course, to celebrate their freedom and become Cecil I have arranged a small-scale banquet for them... but I don't care what kind of mood they will attend."
After saying this, Gao Wen waved his hand: "Put these aside first—is the 'photo' printed out? How is the effect?"
"Ah, sorry for the ancestors, I have been sent away," Hetty exclaimed a little, and then reported, "The effect is very good, the effect after printing the illusion magic on paper is the same as the traditional 'shorthand' ’ The spells are very different, but more realistic."
"That's good, as long as you've reviewed it," Gawain nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at Rebecca who was still wiping tears and sniffling beside him, "Stupid boy, does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt," Rebecca said with her neck blushing, but then she shook her head, "it's just a little buzzing in her head..."
Seeing the girl's forced composure, Gawain could only sigh dumbfoundedly: "Oh—you'd better protect your own head, it would be too much a loss if you stumbled yourself with such a good head."
Hetty also looked dumbfounded. She sighed softly and turned to Gao Wen: "Ancestor, do you think those nobles who signed the signature will settle down?"
"Honestly speaking, I never trust them, no matter before or after they sign," Gao Wen said very directly without outsiders, "but I don't need them to support me or oppose me from the bottom of their hearts, It doesn't make sense. We need to keep our vigilance on them, keep them under surveillance, at least until they and their first generation are dead, and even if these two generations are dead, we need to continue to be vigilant The behavior of their children and grandchildren, but the surveillance will be milder."
Gawain raised his head and looked in the direction of the conference hall. His vision seemed to be through the walls and door panels, and he could directly see the southern nobles who were wandering away.
"Remember: the aristocrats who signed here today and their first-generation descendants are not allowed to enter politics, take part in any position in the government affairs department, and are not allowed to enter the education system and news communication system, even if they are the most junior clerks, substitute teachers and Assistant editors are also not good, if there are really capable and stable people among them, they can do business, they can be investors, I even allow them to set up factories, as long as they have brains, they can rely on these to live far more The landed nobles live a more comfortable and wealthy life, but in government affairs halls, schools, and newspaper offices... there is no place for them."
"Yes," Heidi replied with a serious nod, but she was still a little worried, "But in this way... maybe we will miss some talents. The direct descendants of the nobles are the best intellectuals in this land at present, and they may be big Part of it is an unstable factor, but there is still something that can be won and educated... ”
Gao Wen sighed, and of course he understood Hetty's words: "I allow them to run businesses and set up factories after passing the assessment. This is to avoid waste as much as possible, and there are already many hidden risks in it. Consider the size of the risks and the expected benefits comprehensively. , this line cannot be changed. In addition, I have not completely restricted death—the second and third generations of the old aristocratic heirs, as well as offshoots who are not descended from the direct line. After passing the assessment and observation, these people can enjoy same rights."
Speaking of this, he paused, and continued: "Of course, this will still miss some talents, and it will not be fair to them, but this is a necessary price - it is easy for us to destroy the army of the old nobles on the battlefield, but if They've become part of the Cecil system, and getting them out is a huge problem."
Hetty bowed her head deeply: "Yes, I understand."
Gao Wen pondered for a while, and added: "Well, if you really find a very recognized talent among the nobles in the southern border and their direct descendants, you can report it to me, and I will personally organize the assessment and consider it as appropriate."
Then he breathed out: "Next, let's go and see our real guests."
In an area not far from the conference area, in a small but clean and comfortable living room, Andrew Leslie and Ropeni Grant were quietly waiting for the Duke's arrival.
"This day came quickly, didn't it?" Viscount Andrew held up the black tea in his hand, and greeted the Viscount next to him with a smile, "It seems like yesterday - Cecil was a dying surname last year, but today they have already entered the King's Landing The southern border."
Luo Penny Grant showed a warm smile: "I have been waiting for more than a year or two, Mr. Viscount."
"...you are an admirable lady, you have faith and determination than me," Viscount Andrew said after a moment of silence, his attitude was sincere, and then he laughed at himself, "Unlike me, I was just Invest in a business."
"Investment?" Luo Penny looked at the pale man who was said to be physically weak due to excessive consumption of potions. She didn't know much about this past, "What kind of investment?"
"The investment in Duke Cecil," Andrew Leslie said softly, looking forward, "that is really the most daring business I have ever done in my life..."
"Gao Wen is our monarch now," Ropeini Grant looked at Viscount Andrew quietly, "does this investment make a profit in your opinion?"
"Win or lose..." Andrew Leslie murmured in a low voice, and the territory that had developed rapidly in the past year appeared in his mind, and that territory had completely become Cecil's industrial raw material production area. To show the amazing wealth he has earned in the past year, every gold and silver coin bears the mark of Cecil, who has been regarded as the best, kindest and most enlightened lord in the history of the Leslie family , his people praised him for his steadfast execution of Cecil's laws...
He is about to become the consul of Tanzanian City, and as a proof of his achievements, the Leslie family will always remain in the government affairs hall of Tanzanian City.
He believes that as long as the Leslie family does not do disobedient things and is not too stupid in the future, then his descendants will enjoy great wealth forever, which is unimaginably more than when he was a land lord in the past.
But they will also forever lose the power to kill and kill on the territory, and even... they must also submit to the management of the government affairs department.
Did this investment win or lose
"Of course I made it," Andrew Leslie raised his head and smiled without hesitation. "Of course I made it, and it can only be made."
The waiter's voice sounded outside the door: "Duke Gawain Cecil is here—"