"Marquis, the Earl of Wells, comes to see you."

In the inner court of Besanson, the court guards reported to Fland, the new ruler of the Burgundian marquis who were handling internal affairs.

"Yat? He's still here." Flander was not surprised by Yat's arrival.

When the court discussed announcing the fiefs of all the heroes, the guys who had made great contributions were blushing for several villages and manors, and almost fought. Only this new count had a calm face and showed no dissatisfaction. I guess there was something more important than the fief. How could this little thought escape Flander's eyes?

"Call him in."

Flander stood up and moved his muscles and bones, and ordered the servant to prepare the drinks.

Flander was a little uncomfortable when he was the Marquis of Burgundy. After all, he had been accustomed to military life on horseback. He had kept him in the palace all day to deal with complicated affairs, which really gave him a headache. Especially when the Marquis of the Marquis was first established, everything was in trouble, and the business table was filled with literary strategies, and he needed to make decisions on all matters of all kinds.

"Marquis!"

After a while, Yat, who was guided by the palace guards, appeared at the door.

"Come in."

Fland turned and walked slowly towards Att.

"Marquis, this was brought back from Provence by me half a month ago by people from the European Trading Company."

After Yat saluted, he ordered Ron, who was standing outside the door, to bring in a box of exquisitely wrapped gifts.

"I heard that the Marquis has worked day and night for the affairs of the Marquis recently and has poor sleep. This product is produced from the Eastern Kingdoms and comes through the sea. It has the effect of calming the mind and reducing dryness. Please take care of yourself."

"Yat, it's better for you to understand that this marquis is not easy. I've accepted your wishes."

Flander turned his head and signaled the servant to take the gift.

"Yat, sit down."

"Marquis Xie."

After the two of them sat down, Flander glanced at Yat for a frivolous glance and looked at the thoughts of the new count in front of him.

"Tell me, are you asking me for something?"

After Flander said that, he leaned his right hand against the armrest and looked at Yat with his chin.

"This~"

Ate said nothing.

"The day before yesterday, you didn't say a word in the court meeting and did not respond to the territory I rewarded you. I'm afraid you have your own little thoughts. I think you should come to me in the past two days."

Seeing that Yat was embarrassed to speak, Flander was straight to the point.

"Marquis, I have not made too many requests for the territory."

"In this battle, besides the military merits of the Restoration Army, it is your greatest. Those territories do not match your military merits. I think you have heard that those old-fashioned powerful ministers are still clamoring to enter the palace to meet each other because they have too few fiefs. While I have to deal with all the affairs of the marquis, I have to deal with them. It is not easy for me, a marquis."

Flander rubbed his swollen eyes, then picked up the wine glass and signaled Yat to clink the glass.

"Just say it straight, what conditions do you want to exchange for territory? This is my compensation for you."

"Marquis, then I'll just say it." Yat did not intend to hide in front of the smart man.

Fland nodded.

"Mr. Marquis, the war that the Marquis just ended has led to the decline of people's livelihood and the decline of national strength. If you hadn't turned the tide, I'm afraid the Marquis' State is still in danger of being divided up by surrounding forces." In front of Fland, Yat never stings with praise.

"I think that to restore national strength at present, the first priority is to organize farmers to reopen the long-destroyed arable land and plant food. Otherwise, I don't know how many people will die of hunger next year."

"You are right. The Marquis is currently the weakest. Just like a piece of fat meat in the mouth of other principalities, everyone wants to take a bite while the chaos is in trouble. If you don't hurry up and restore the national strength, the revival will be nowhere to go."

After Flander finished speaking, he drank the wine in his glass and sighed softly. The servant quickly came to fill it with the wine pot.

"Marquis, my territory is the most remote and barren of the entire marquis. With the war disasters in recent years, the population has decreased, most places have been abandoned, and grain production has also been reduced. Without a large amount of agricultural supplies and livestock, it may be difficult to recover within one or two years."

Yaquin continued after looking at Flander.

"So, I hope that the Marquis will provide me with the farm supplies and animals needed for the farmland."

"You are right. Tinets is indeed not as good as other places. You are also a little aggrieved. I will ask the palace to prepare all the agricultural tools and supplies for you, and you can get them at that time."

Flander readily agreed to Yat's request.

"Marquis Xie."

"What else? You're coming to me for such a small thing."

Since Flander was so straightforward, Yat then shook out the other requests.

"In addition, it is the issue of trade privileges. I hope that the Marquis can give my territory some relief in taxes in recent years..."

...

"Finally, as a royal franchise, the European Continental Trading Company should be exempt from paying commercial taxes when passing through other territories..."

Yat discussed with Flander for half a day in the Neither court, and finally said goodbye to Flander with a satisfactory result.

This time, the various discounts and privileges that Yat exchanged for land will create more wealth and gain more benefits for him and his territory in the next few years. While others are still arguing about those lands, the new Count has already weaved a huge network and waited for a steady stream of wealth. Compared to squeezing serfs on the land to obtain wealth, it is much easier to earn money through business.

Of course, Flander would not give Yat so many benefits in vain. Once Yat's territory is restored and developed, not only will it pay taxes at the same rate as other territories. The court will also take a share of the profits of the Continental Commercial Bank as a reward for giving the Continental Commercial Bank the right to trade.

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After leaving the palace, Yat did not return directly to his mansion in the south of the city, but walked towards the Besanson Cathedral in the north of the city with 30,000 Finneys coins. Since returning to Besanson, Yat had not had time to visit Archbishop Orov, who is now in charge of the affairs of the Houguo State.

Yat is not an ungrateful person. Since he was a hunter, this noble man began to spare no effort to help him, and until today he became the Count of the Marquis of the Marquis who looked down on the side. Among them, Bishop Orov undoubtedly played an important role.

As a "devoted" believer and a new nobleman in the Marquis State, Yat should have visited. Now Orov has become the archbishop in charge of religious affairs in the Marquis State, and his influence can be seen.

Under the escort of the crowd, Yat passed through several lively streets and came to a city square not far from the cathedral. Then he dismounted and walked on the wide road leading to the church.

When the group came to the square in front of the cathedral, the voices of clergy praying came from inside.

"Master, according to the priest guards around the bishop, Bishop Orov is in the temple on the right side of the church."

Just as Yat was looking around, Ron came from the side of the church to report to Yat.

"You guys stay, you guys take off your sword with your things and go back with me."

"Yes, sir."

Soon, several people had already arrived at the gate of the side hall. The guards who had already been waiting here bowed to Yat. After taking Yat's reward, they led several people in.

"Sir Bishop, Lord Yat, Earl of Wells Province, is here." The guard knocked on the door.

"Come in here quickly."

Squeak~

The door of the bishop's office in the side hall opened in response to the sound.

"Dear Master Bishop."

As soon as Yat saw Bishop Orov, he hurriedly knelt down and met him, holding Bishop Orov's right hand with both hands, and gently kissed the ring.

At this time, this power precept symbolizing the identity of a bishop is no longer the power precept worn by the district bishop, but the power precept only the supreme bishop of the marquis is qualified to wear.

"Yat, my child. I'm very happy to see you return safely."

Bishop Orov said excitedly, his body trembled slightly. The Archbishop of the Hou Kingdom had consumed too much energy in this battle for successors.

"Dear Bishop, thank you for your concern. As a devout believer of our Lord, this time, God is on our side."

As Yat said, he put his hands on his chest and drew a holy cross, chanting the scriptures.

"Kid, get up."

Bishop Orlov reached out to help Yat up, making Yat very grateful.

"Ron."

Yat turned and signaled Ron to place the holy blessing he had donated to the church before Bishop Orov.

"Sir, as a devout believer of God, please accept my wishes."

Olof looked at the shining gold coins in his bag and showed no excitement. It was not because it was too little, but because the Besançon Cathedral was not short of this little money.

"Yat, your arrival has told you everything, why bother to the church with such a huge amount of money?"

Bishop Orlof said, holding Yat's hands tightly.

"My Bishop, the Marquis has just established a country and everything is waiting for prosperity. I can only take these to serve God, and may his love and mercy shine on the world."

"Amen~"

"Amen~"

"Okay, I will use this money to help those poor families. May God protect this war-torn country and heal the pain among people as soon as possible."

Yat talked with Bishop Orov in the cathedral office for half a day, and told him about his wars over the past six months one by one. Bishop Orov praised Yat for his courage and intelligence from time to time, and admired the upstart in front of him very much, and was satisfied with his original choice and decision.

At noon, at the warm invitation of Bishop Orov, Yat and Bishop Orov went to communion with each other and chatted.

After dinner, Yat said goodbye to Bishop Orov and took his group back to the mansion in the south of the city. He was preparing to entertain guests who came to the evening.

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Dong~ Dongdong~
To be continued...