Noble Theological Library has not met a generous funder like Yat in many years. In addition to churches, universities and affiliated libraries, those sporadic visitors usually spend a small silver coin to hide in the library to read and read. At most, they buy a Bible or a set of manuscripts that record poetry stories and take them home to decorate their desks.

Yat bought seven sets of book volumes in one go, totaling fifteen books. If it was placed in a remote place in the north, the churches in the county might not have fifteen books, such as the Tinets Church.

The three sets of military art books were prepared by Yat for the Officers' Academy. As the legion continues to expand, the theoretical training of officers must also be kept up as soon as possible. It is not enough to rely solely on teaching by example and battlefield experience as the school textbook, so Yat intends to learn from the wisdom of his predecessors and mix practical experience to extract the things in the three sets of military art books as the theoretical textbooks of the Officers' Academy.

Two of the other four books are about words - these two books are taught materials compiled by Noble Theological Seminary, aiming to help the apprentices of the seminary learn Latin and grammatical rhetoric. To be honest, these two books are not very good, but they are enough to teach apprentices and officers who were civilians yesterday. The most important thing is that these two books are practical and cheap, with a combined price of only 1,200 Finney, and six parchment manuscripts made by the college were also included;

The other two books are the same. Yat is only a rough understanding of arithmetic in both past and present lives. The "arithmetic" in knight education can only barely calculate the territory taxes, transactions, and maths in later generations are unlikely to be promoted and applied in a short time. It is acceptable to calculate quietly behind closed doors. If you dare to sell publicly, you may be asked by the heresy judge to question one day.

One book was copied and copied from ancient classics. It was copied and written repeatedly. I don’t know if it originated from the great man’s works. However, after Yat turned it over roughly, he felt that it would be fine to teach apprentices who would become civil affairs pillars in the future. So he waved his hand and bought it. Cooper and Salter were sure to be proficient in the civil affairs system of this book. Thanks to Galvin, the father-in-law of the merchant noble, Lotti was also proficient in this. This book was used as a teaching material for them. And that book was profound and unfathomable. His author was a great master of calculation in the Nanlu, named Leonardo Fibonacci. Yat planned to study this profound mathematical work together with those sets of military books, and then deliver it to them for special research when he met suitable talents in the future.

In addition to seven sets of book volumes, Yat also purchased five sets of pens and inks. These pens and inks are also valuable, but they are nearly half cheaper than the North, so Yat won them without thinking.

This was a deal worth more than 20,000 Finneys, which even alarmed the library manager.

At first, the manager who was busy on his own was already waiting for Yat and the others as guests on the seat. He invited the couple to the table and chairs for guests to rest. The wine in the glasses was served round by round in the hands of the three. The manager's originally indifferent face was now full of flowers.

While the manager took two administrators to pack several sets of books with his pen and ink wrappers, Yat waved to summon the young librarian named Barol.

Barol was still excited on his face. The commission for the deal today exceeded his reward for a whole year.

Barol earnestly filled the wine glasses for Yat and the other two again, waiting for Yat's question.

Yat picked up the wine glass and looked at Barol with interest, "Young man, I've seen the set of books you copied, and the books are very beautiful. How much is your monthly salary here?" Yat asked.

"Thank you for your praise, what do you mean by monthly salary?"

"Oh, I want to know how much you can get for every week?" Yat remembered that in addition to his territory, most of the people still have a weekly salary system.

"Disciple, I came here for five years as a labor apprentice when I was twelve years old. The labor apprentice only cared for food and accommodation, and there was no salary. It was not until last year that I started working as an administrator and scribe after the apprenticeship. As for salary, I can get a Grosso from the library for every 1,000-word ancient book volume I sold can get a commission of twenty-one. However, it is difficult to encounter a few times in a year. I mainly rely on selling books to earn some commission.

"Yeah~ If you are lucky, you can get a salary of fifty or sixty Grosso a year."

Yat had already looked at this young man. As a scholar who could write Latin and multilingual, he shouldn't be so embarrassed, at least he shouldn't wear patched clothes and ripped boots.

Yat pointed to the hole in Barol's boot, "You are a scholar who can write and read, even a scholar who has just published an apprentice should not do this, right?" Yat asked.

"Disciple, the most dear one in Noble is scholars. There are too many priests and monks here and I can write and read. I am not a scholar." Barol awkwardly blocked the patches on his clothes with his hands, and subconsciously shrank his toes into his boots.

"Then have you ever thought about leaving here? You must be worth more than you are now after Noble." Yat did not intend to go around in circles and said something.

Barol could understand Yat's intention to recruit, but his eyes immediately dimmed, "Leave? I have a mother who has been in bed for two years, a sister who has just been able to do housework and two younger brothers who are not even able to handle the meal plate."

"Where is your father~" Matthew spoke next to him.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked." Matthew shut up after asking. He knew he had asked something he shouldn't have asked.

Barol shook his head, "It's okay, he died of drunkenness. The priest said that people like him are not worthy of sympathy and sympathy."

Yat originally intended to recruit, but when he heard that there were four burdens in his family, he felt a little cold.

However, Yat tried it with the mentality of recruiting talents, "Barol, it's not to be hiding. I am a frontier viscount of the Burgundy Kingdom. I just obtained a fiefdom. Now I need young scholars like you to do things for me."

"If you are interested, I can recruit you as my private secretary, officers and apprentices who are responsible for handling documents for me or teaching my territory. You will be respected and preferentially treated by bachelors in my territory. In addition, food and accommodation are also responsible for Grosso, monthly salary, which is the lowest salary. If you do well, you will be promoted to your post and salary. If you make meritorious contributions, you will be rewarded separately."

"As for your mother and younger brothers and sisters, if they want, you can go to my territory with you. Your younger brothers and sisters can enter the school I have opened. If you are not suitable for going to the school, you can do some simple work in my territory. I will let them grow up; as for your sick mother, your salary can fully support her, and my territory has medical doctors who are very skilled in medicine, and they can treat your mother for free."

The conditions offered by Yat are definitely sincere enough.

A trace of light was restored to Barol's eyes, "Master Viscount, you are not the first guest to throw an olive branch to me, but you are the first person willing to accept the burden behind me. Thank you for your kindness, but Burgundy is far away in a foreign country in the north, I need to discuss it with my family." Barol was a little moved.

Yat nodded with satisfaction, turned around and whispered to Ron. Ron immediately took out a piece of birch bark. Yat took it and tore it off, took the pen and ink on the wooden table for the guests to copy, wrote a line of words on the birch bark, and then signed the "name" at the end.

"Barol, I'm going to hurry north. If you think clearly, go to the city of Verno in Provence in the north to find a shop called the European Trading Company. As long as you take out this note, they will arrange for you and your family to go north." Yat said, then raised Barol's hand and patted the birch bark into his palm.

At this time, the library manager had already packed all the books and inks purchased by Yat. After Yat paid the money in full, he did not stop for much. With the eyes of everyone in the library, he left the seminary and Noble City.

The group had been away for a long time, but Barol was still standing at the entrance of the library holding the birch bark and looking at it, "Salte Medici? Medici clan surname~ I think I have heard of it somewhere~"

After leaving Noble, everyone stopped wasting time and headed north.

The Principality of Lombardy did not strictly control business travelers, and as long as they did not enter the city, they would basically not have to pay taxes, so the Yats and the others traveled freely in the Lombardy border.

But as the border gets closer, this relaxed atmosphere gradually becomes tense.

The war between the two principalities of Provence and Lombardy has ended for more than a year, but the embers of the war between the two convoys have not yet been completely extinguished, and the two principalities still stockpiled a large number of troops on the border.

Yat and his men also acted low-key, trying to avoid those garrison castles with strict inspections. When they encountered the checkpoints, they lowered their posture and dealt with the inspections as if an ordinary business traveler should have. They should pay taxes and stuff money. With the business traveler identity documents obtained by Salter in Provence, the Lombards did not deliberately make things difficult for these merchants. After all, their country had to rely on these merchants to transport gold, silver and blood.

However, after passing through the Lombardy border and passing through the Bogdan Fort, which has turned into ruins and black markets, the hard days of entering the business trip came.

Ten miles north of Bogdan, crossing a shallow river is the actual controlled area of ​​Provence. As soon as Yatz drove his horse across the river, he was stopped by a team of Provence soldiers holding swords, shields, axes and spears.

Without saying a word, the soldiers took the reins of several people and walked into a tax card outpost on the shore. Yat waved his hand to stop Ron and Matthew from drawing their swords. This is not Burgundy.

The Provence soldiers did not do anything out of order. They just took a few people to a long wooden table in front of the checkpoint and handed them over to a man who looked like a tax collector.

The tax collector was about thirty years old, his left finger was broken, and his face was traumatized, like a retired officer in the army. The tax collector didn't raise his head and dipped his quill into the carbon juice in the glass bottle. "Name? Where did you come from? Do business or travel? Are you carrying goods? How much is it worth?"

"Atwood Wells, from Burgundy, traveled and did not carry goods." Att had left Lombardy at this time, there was no need to hide his identity.

The tax collector obviously had never heard of Yat, but just glanced at the horses and guards behind Yat, "It's just for such a big battle to travel to the south? Sir, according to the regulations, I need to check your luggage, please understand."

Yat shrugged and made way.

After speaking, the tax collector winked at the soldiers beside him. The soldiers walked to the horses, and Ron and others stared at the soldiers and checked them.

Several soldiers dug out the books Yat purchased and took them to the tax collector.

"Sir, didn't you say you didn't bring any commercial goods? What is this?"

Yat was a little silenced, "This ~ there is no tariff on education and books, do you know?"

The tax collector clenched his forehead and pointed to a parchment notice on the wall of the sentry tower behind him, "You are talking about a few years ago. Now, unless the priests personally escorted the property, the rest will be taxed, but the tax amount is lower, fifty tax one, and other ordinary goods are thirty tax one, and southern goods, spices and other goods, ten tax one."

It seems that Provence has indeed become crazy because of the war, and such taxes are almost crazy.

The tax collector saw the incredible thing in Yat's eyes, "Sir, we don't count as heavy taxes here. Now the tax on the western border is more than twice as heavy as ours. The Lombards stole too many of us, and we must rely on commercial tax to recover the damage."

"We know Viscount Berryon! My master is a friend of Viscount Berryon and a viscount on the frontier of Burgundy." Ron could not help but move out the flag of Viscount Berryon and the noble status of Ate. Usually, such an identity is useful.

The tax collector was startled and then calm again. He quickly stood up and bowed to Att to pay tribute to Att, and then asked the soldiers beside him to put down their weapons. "Sorry, Lord Viscount, you should indicate your identity in advance. Burgundy is a friendly country in Provence. We treat the nobles of a friendly country like our own nobles." He said that, and bowed to Att to apologize.

"Okay, can I leave?" Yat had no intention of making things difficult for these conscientious border tax collectors.

"Sorry, sir, unless you have a court privileged pardon or a lord Viscount Berion's handwritten order, according to the law and our estimate, you will need to pay the trade tax of thirty-five Provence Niel, and the other five people and six horses will need to pay the entry tax of thirty-five Provence Niel." The tax collector had a selfless face with a faceless face.

"When you meet Lord Berion, you have to talk to him and get all the taxes he collected to you." Ron was still heartbroken by the huge border tax, which was almost as good as his military pay for half a year.

"Okay, let's talk about it when I see Viscount Berryon. I'm not just worried about this little money."
Chapter completed!