"Who can create more wealth for a person who is strong and can fill his stomach every day and a person who is pale and thin on the verge of hunger? I believe you don't need me to explain more. A skilled shopkeeper who is proficient in accounting and arithmetic, knows all kinds of cargo markets, and a captain who knows all kinds of ships and knows every route, how much is their value different from ordinary workers?" Ribo looked at the Marquis of Faru and said with a smile: "I believe that Master Faru knows best how precious an excellent accountant and analyst is."

"Earl Medin said it well, Marquis Mag must have had a deep understanding. Recently, we were really worried about the lack of manpower. I have raised my salary to two thousand gold Francis. I didn't expect that there were people who were willing to pay a higher price." Marquis Farror shook his head and said, Marquis Mag was also frowning. Obviously, his efforts to do this were not less than those of the Director of Law and Political Affairs.

"Oh, Mr. Dumilière is undoubtedly the greatest wise man I have ever heard of. Unfortunately, I have never really understood him. I think I will never be able to do this in the future. However, you are undoubtedly greater in order to turn his thoughts into reality. Are I fortunate to understand how you plan to turn Mr. Dumilière's thoughts into reality?" asked the Duke of Pernet. Facing those wine glasses, the Prime Minister seemed to have discovered something, but he could not figure it out. He had decided to give up thinking about these abstract and complex questions and listen directly to the specific opinions put forward by the experts.

"The real great man is not me, but Duke Auburn. In the Duke Auburn's mansion, the efficient and orderly arrangement inspired me. As we all know, the meeting came from this, and another Duke Auburn's initiative also inspired me. That academy is undoubtedly the thing I have been looking for the most." Ribo said, which was his true words. Although there are schools in Nangang, poor children like him have no chance to go to school. There is no such person as Duke Auburn in Nangang. It is precisely for this reason that Ribo really wants to help this neutral leader.

"Are you planning to create an academy in the South?" asked the Duke of Auburn, apparently he was interested in the proposal.

"It may be different from what you think, not one college but one hundred colleges," Ribo said enthusiastically.

This number is now once again a surprise to everyone, because most of the people here know how much the Duke of Auburn costs for his academy every year.

"Of course, with your financial resources, you are fully capable of supporting the expenses of a hundred academies." After thinking for a while, Duke Auburn nodded and said, after all, the young man in front of him could easily take out one.5 million gold Francs to fight a war. What else could he not do?

"You obviously misunderstood. I'm not saying that I'm going to build a hundred schools of the same size as Andrew's College. Just like these cups, I don't plan to make the water in the cup completely equal, which is impossible." Ribo pointed to the glass again and said.

"Ninety colleges will be used to impart the most basic knowledge, such as reading and arithmetic. In addition to reducing some illiterate illiteracy, another important role is to provide the remaining ten colleges with talents worth further cultivation.

"As we all know, I am not a very good art connoisseur. I have a very shallow understanding of literature, so there may not be teachers in my academy who teach literature, poetry, painting, and music."

Ribo said self-deprecatingly: "However, among those ten colleges, there will be at least two of them used to train qualified accountants and analysts."

"I am willing to invest in this." The Director of Law and Political Affairs immediately interrupted. Judging from his tone, it was obvious that this time was definitely not a compliment.

"Thank you for your generosity. In my plan, there will be an academy dedicated to training captains. Although this subject can only be truly learned in the wind and waves, a planned and systematic education can shorten the time required to train a captain. For the current Nangang, the cycle of cultivating a captain is too long. The lack of captains has become a bottleneck restricting the continued development of Nangang."

Hearing this sentence, everyone nodded repeatedly, obviously this was a wonderful idea.

"I will keep the teachers who teach sculpture art, because this art may be used in the production of glassware. At least one college will be used to cultivate skilled glass craftsmen, who can also develop more exquisite glass products to bring glory to the residences.

"There is an academy that will be opened for the children of nobles. They need to know how to manage their territory and deal with merchants. I think the previous one is obviously not suitable."

"With a captain, it's not possible to have a ship without a ship. All the ships in Nangang were purchased from Yilei, but do you know that most of the wood used to make these ships comes from Batter Forest. Why don't we use these wood to build ships by ourselves? So I want to build a college that studies how to build ships. Of course, students will also know how to build carriages, after all, carriages are the main means of transportation.

"Any city needs an architect, and an architecture college is essential. As for the other three colleges, I haven't completely figured out because there are so many things needed, it's difficult to sort them out for a while."

Ruibo said his plan in detail.

"I have said just now, now I want to say another thing. You are a great man, and this is the greatest plan I have ever heard of." said the Duke of Pernet.

Although the Prime Minister's compliment was a bit exaggerated, no one thought that the little heir of Sesberg just said was just a saying, and no one thought that it was just a beautiful wish.

Thinking about the first time in the Duke of Auburn, most people thought that the generous speech of the little heir of Sethborough was just a fantasy with other purposes. Even the Marquis Farror himself was not very firm. At that time, he was still suspected that the real intention of the little heir of Sethborough was to bribe him and let him and the Legal Affairs Office stand on the side of the favor of Sethborough.

Even at the Winter Hunting Conference, when Ribo made that novel and interesting suggestion that made the horse racing conference the most sensational gambling ever, most people were still skeptical of the talented teenager.

It was those boxes of gold that broke everyone's doubts, and the disastrous ending could not erase the nobles' enthusiasm for this emerging and strange entertainment.

It was also those boxes of gold coins that really touched the hearts of the Director of Law and the Director of Supervision.

But they still did not expect that the meeting would be so successful, and the huge success even made them at a loss. Just as the court chief was so busy with the huge bet, Marquis of Farror and Marquis of Mag now finally had the opportunity to experience the feeling of being overwhelmed by the swarming Golden Francis.

The creator of this series of miracles, even if he was whimsical, would never have any doubts now.

Everyone looked at the little heir of Sesburg with strange eyes, admiring, fearing, envious, and jealous...

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"The world praises his wisdom, and at the same time fears his strength, and his power and wisdom do not seem to come from this world." Standing in the center of the dance venue, the young master of the Director of Law and Political Affairs murmured to himself.

"What are you talking about?" The Duke's daughter obviously knew nothing about it.

"This is a sentence recorded in the famous notes of Francis V. The person referred to is the great magician Kaimildit." The young man said softly.

"I don't know who has the wisdom of that little boy and the strongest magician, but I believe my father is definitely willing to give in." The Duke's daughter smiled mischievously.

"Isn't that the same with my father? I have never seen him work so hard, and even specially invited two scholars and masters to teach him accounting. You can't imagine how interesting it is. My father's most undestined life is probably arithmetic. He will doze off when he sees the numbers." The young master chuckled softly.

"Maybe soon, my father will invite two scholars and masters to the house. He is much older than the marquis." said the duke's daughter, and the smile on her face became more and more strange.

"Don't your father have so many excellent daughters? He can easily ask others to do it for him, so that's enough?" said the young master with a smile.

"Are you proposing yourself?" asked the Duke's daughter.

"No, no, Count Manfir must be more suitable than me, and I am too lazy." The young master shook his head and said, and he immediately looked idle.

"Isn't the Marquis looking for help too? Your sister was originally very promising." said the Duke's daughter.

"My stepmother doesn't know how to teach her daughter, and she herself has no idea what a woman's charm is, and regards showing off her charm as a fall in love with all living beings." The young master said sarcastically: "And her biggest mistake is that she believes that in front of a beautiful woman of noble origin, any man will be respectful."

"It's true in most cases." The Duke's daughter said with a smile.

"Yes, in most cases, my sister has never missed before. It must be this reason that made her believe in her mother's teachings, but this time she encountered an exception, and that only exception almost cost the life of this silly girl." The head of the law and politics said disapprovingly.

"You said, if Sir Manheld didn't come forward to stop him, would that little boy really kill Emosen?" the Duke's daughter leaned into her sweetheart's ear and asked softly.

"Maybe you should ask your sister to ask Sir Manheld for this question, that I have only met the little boy once." The young man of the Director of Law said lightly.

"I've asked, just want to get verification from you." The Duke's daughter muttered.

"I don't know the answer, but if my father answered this question, the answer was absolutely yes. The young man once killed a magician who wanted to be unfavorable to him without hesitation. The most powerful killer who successfully assassinated Lord Monstock also died at his hands. Many people in the escort of the Legal Affairs Bureau witnessed the fatal blow, and many of them still have nightmares often." said the young master.

"I think Emosen may have some time to sleep peacefully." The Duke's daughter said with a smile.

"Now it's time to tell me what the answer I got from Sir Manheld." asked the young master.

"As with your answer, the ending will be very bad for Emosen." The Duke's daughter shook her head and said, "We will lose one of our closest friends."

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The dance continued until late at night, and when Ribo came out of the Prime Minister's mansion, the streets were already empty.

Looking at the dark street, Rebe thought to himself that if Mr. Lomel had been following him and waiting for a chance to take revenge, it would be a good time.

He has always acted alone these days, one of which is to draw out Mr. Lomel. Although his hope is slim, this is indeed a way.

Rebow was sure that somewhere in the darkness, Kelle was staring tightly around.

It was nearly a quarter of an hour from Shantrongen Avenue to his mansion. When Ribo returned home with tired steps, he felt both the celebrating car and a little helpless. After all, Lomel did not appear. The dark king who had lost most of his subordinates and even more lost his territory was still hidden in the vast sea of ​​people.

Ruibo walked straight towards his bedroom.

To his surprise, when he walked into the bedroom, the bedroom was still brightly lit, Frera sat beside the bed, wearing only a corset, and a very strange-looking necklace wrapped around her wrist, which was one of Ribo's favorite toys.

The bra tightly tied Miss Frera's already extremely slender waist, making her look even thinner and cute, and also highlighted her high buttocks and plump and upright breasts.

Rebow knew very well what kind of game Miss Frera wanted to play with him, but unfortunately he was exhausted now and wanted to get into the bed and have a good rest.

"Frera, I'm so tired. I'm going to the palace tomorrow morning. Please spare me, I don't even have the strength to take a shower." Ruibo begged.

"I can relax your muscles and quickly recover from fatigue. You just need to lie in bed and enjoy it." Frera pulled Rebo to the edge of the bed, her strength was much greater than that of other girls.

Rebe had to lie on the bed and let Frera mercy. He knew very well that Frera would not let him go without satisfaction.

To his expectations, Frera did not use his usual tricks to quickly trigger his yu-seek, but kept sniffing around him.

"Which woman did you play so crazy today? Is it the Marquis of Miley?" Frera jealously pinched a part of Ribo and said, "It's empty, you're very hardworking! No wonder you're exhausted when you come back."

"I swear, I have never touched the Marquis of Miley at all." Rebow quickly defended.

Frera approached Ruibo again and sniffed gently.

"That woman sprinkled rose dew and jasmine on her body. She should be a mature woman, not Marquis Mili. Who is that? You'd better come from the truth." Frera grabbed Ribo's vital point and pinched hard.

This time, Ribo finally couldn't bear it, and the fierce Frera scared him.

He gently leaned into Frera's ear, lowered his voice and said, "It's His Majesty the Queen."
Chapter completed!