Count Chalon drank two more drinks today and was in high spirits. It seemed that he had been exhausted in Verona. He went on to say: "Suppose my soldiers want to eat chicken on the 135th and flower girls on the 246th.

Day off, this is order. This is a hundred times better than disorder.

"If you were all like the prince, you were in a good mood today on Tuesday and went out early to find the flower girl. Halfway through, you found that the chickens in this family were really fat, so he killed the villagers with a knife and ate the chicken. The flower girl's story was revealed

Besides, what does this mean? We agreed that today the flower girl will not eat chicken?"

"The count used a metaphor, which means to create a predictable and stable behavior pattern between the parties and reduce misjudgments and suspicions between each other. It is not really about eating chicken and flower girls." Gerry

Faith hurriedly took over the words. He had already seen that Sonia and Fiona had something wrong with their expressions.

Count Chalon glanced at him approvingly, and then said: "The function of order is to make everything that is about to happen known, so as to avoid confrontation caused by fear to the greatest extent. The unknown is the greatest fear.

"In this way, everyone will know that we want to eat chicken on the first, third, and fifth days, and we can also sell something else. On the second, fourth, and sixth days, we will also arrange for the girls to provide better services for bargaining. In this way, everyone will have a profit.

Figure, order becomes the practice, the practice is the law, and the world will be peaceful."

Leaving aside the dirty jokes, Count Chalon's remarks were quite clever. Griffith couldn't help but record them in his mind and study them carefully.

Fiona glared angrily at Count Chalon, who visited the little girl every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

"I'm just making an analogy, daughter," the earl explained in a loud tongue. "Besides, this is not a big deal. William, both young knights know how the soldiers on the front line can avoid this.

belch."

"That's not the case!"

"I don't!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Griffiths, Lannes, and Count Larmore shouted like an artillery battery firing a volley.

Fiona's eyes turned cold and she looked at her father with a keen eye: "You drank too much and talked nonsense again. Stop talking. Mom will come and beat you soon."

"Cornelia, how can I understand the army?" Count Chalon drank another large glass, "Whether the prince wants military power or finds a flower girl, there must be a regulation. If he can't find it today, it will definitely not work.

Tomorrow is the day and you must not let it go. This is called...
Chapter completed!