Obviously, not only had Shi Sambol never seen it, but also several other presidents had never seen or heard of this thing.

Although there are no nobles in Forsbarrow, he has never eaten pork and has never seen a pig run away. Even the president of the herb gathering guild has heard some news about other local lords.

In everyone's perception, nobles are a group of guys who like to collect taxes and like to dictate to all walks of life.

However, as Count Laxana gave a public speech, it seemed that everyone's past perceptions of nobles did not apply to her.

She is obviously called a "noble model", but her actions are not actually that model.

"What do you think?" As the initiator of the meeting, Sambor took the initiative to break the silence. "Is this draft for comments... still considered sincere?"

"Yes, and it's very big." The dark-skinned president of the Mining Association nodded. "It's so big that I can't believe what she said now, especially after she promised to dig an artificial lake yesterday.

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As a "professional" in Forsbarrow, the president of the Mining Association knows very well what construction on frozen soil in winter means. It is more difficult than people think and is completely impossible to complete.

It was precisely because of Lux's exaggerated promise that this guy, who had just exited the mine a few days ago, couldn't help but grinned loudly: "You can't believe a word of what this kind of person says!"

His decisiveness surprised several other presidents. After everyone was silent for a moment, Sambol finally whispered and asked the question that everyone was confused about.

"She didn't give a sincere bargaining chip?"

"Chips? What chips?" The president of the Mining Association was a little confused. "I only saw 'incorporating the safety of mining and the sale of finished products into supervision'. We will not accept this kind of thing."

"There should be more later." Amidst the stunned expressions of several others, Sambor reminded helplessly in a low voice, "I suggest you take a look."

With his mouth curled up, the president of the Mining Association began to turn the pages quickly with some impatience, his eyes getting wider and wider as he turned.

When he closed the first draft, his eyes were as wide as a miner's lamp.
Chapter completed!