The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

Taking a detour will definitely cause some losses, right?

Regardless of whether I'm transporting steel or not, just tell me if there's any loss or damage.

As for how much to ship, how much to lose, and whether it's a loss or a profit—

Sorry, but our Tower of Babel is a designated patriotic enterprise of the Great Yan Dynasty. We are self-sufficient and don't require a single penny from the government. Moreover, this is a trade secret and cannot be disclosed...

Don't make it so that everyone can't use the Originium inhibitors produced by Babel.

So even though he is just a dish, Qiao Yelan's job is to squeeze out the value from the dish.

As for whether Grand Duke Godottin's refusal will cause problems...

Don't worry, just play with him.

When the chieftains of Sargon discovered the benefits of Lungmen currency and realized, through its pricing power, just how much the Godotdin had exploited them in the past—

Grand Duke Gao Duoting should be kneeling and begging to join the Lungmen coin system.

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PS1:

First, regarding the questions of Fontainebleau and Lingonce – the original text says, "[a skeleton pulled from the largest mobile city]", and this largest mobile city refers to Lingonce, the capital of Gaul.

Mobile cities are divided into plots, and Lingons is no exception. Therefore, as the victor, Wellington would definitely extract the most crucial piece of the skeleton, not just any broken plot.

In addition, I habitually refer to the core area of ​​Gaul as Fontainebleau—as you can see, the Grand Duke of Normandy said he was drawing the "dragon bone," which is the main bearing of this core area.

The descriptions "[The dragon bone of Fontainebleau was extracted]" and "[A bone of Lingonce was extracted]" would definitely use the former to create greater dramatic tension in the story of the Duke of Normandy in my setting.

There's nothing to worry about; it's just a simple technical adjustment.

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PS2:

Regarding updates, I generally update once a day, but the author has their own life and occasionally wants to take a break. Taking two days off a month is enough to meet the full attendance requirement, so please don't ask if I'm cutting off my work just because I miss an update by one day. Thank you.

Chapter 108 Landmine System

The Grand Duchy of Normandy gives the impression of a magnificent and beautiful flower, but feels as hard and cold as steel.

The Duchy of Gaudottin evokes the feeling of a sunset with a gentle sea breeze, a twilight that seems glorious yet will eventually fade away.

The Duchy of Caesar, on the other hand, gives the impression of being just an ordinary, normal country.

Yes, a country.

The Duke of Caesar possessed the most territories, the most mobile cities—and the most armies of all the Dukes of Victoria.

This was undoubtedly a country, with a completely self-sufficient industrial system and agricultural production, a large population and territory—except for its name, Duchy of Castells, it was no different from a new nation.

There are reasons why the Grand Duke of Caesar possesses such power.

"Long time no see, Doctor."

"It has indeed been a long time, Grand Duke of Caesar."

The lady removed her gloves and extended them to Qiao Yelan, while the doctor gracefully performed a hand-kissing gesture, lightly kissing the other's fingertips.

"Welcome to the Great Yan delegation to my territory, and welcome to my banquet. I hope you have a good time. Mr. Qiao Yelan and I need to discuss some matters privately first."

Okay, that's right—this is the Mr. Qiao I know.

As expected, Gao Duoting wasn't very perceptive.

The envoys gave each other a smile that was neither awkward nor less polite, and then skillfully spread out to mingle with the guests around them.

Without the help of a servant, the Duke of Castells walked behind Joe Yelan, pushed his wheelchair, and left the noisy banquet hall.

The cacophony faded into the distance, leaving only the monotonous noise of the wheels.

Just as Qiao Yelan was about to speak—

"Have you become so distant from me now? Even a simple hand-kissing gesture is so exaggerated—you kissed more than just these hands back then."

what?

Qiao Yelan was stunned for a moment.

I couldn't find any combat records for what you're talking about.

"You flatter me, Your Excellency."

The wheelchair suddenly stopped.

The woman walked to Qiao Yelan's side, half-squatted down, reached out and stroked Qiao Yelan's face, examining it inch by inch.

"I'm not joking."

She said softly.

Qiao Yelan didn't know how to continue the conversation. Her face was tense, and she cursed herself inwardly for not keeping any record of this incident last time.

Then she suddenly burst out laughing.

"So you really did lose your memory—your reaction is quite amusing?"

Are you trying to trick me?

"Hmm—you can keep guessing what we did."

She even winked playfully.

Despite his advanced age, the Archduke of Custer's expression was still enough to captivate anyone.

She stood up, walked back behind Qiao Yelan, and pushed him forward.

"Is this the price you were talking about...? It really is a terrifying technology."

"The price of what?"

Qiao Yelan asked the question without any emotion.

The situation was completely out of control, the upstream and downstream relationships of the intelligence gap had been reversed, and he now knew nothing about the woman behind him—he couldn't even see her expression or demeanor.

It seems that using a wheelchair for disguise also has its downsides.

"To remain forever young, or rather, to live forever."

The Grand Duke of Caesar's voice, however, remained unchanged.

"Back then, I was so envious—although whether it was you or anyone else, they all said that the more mature a woman is, the more beautiful she becomes, but women themselves know that it's just a compliment from men to fool people."

"However, you successfully scared me, so I gave up on demanding it back—now it seems I'm glad I didn't persist, otherwise..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

"Here we are."

Before me was an unremarkable door.

This must be the secret room where they were having their conversation.

Before Qiao Yelan was pushed inside, he was still subconsciously thinking like this.

Until he saw that there was no table for talking in this secret room, only a thick cashmere carpet that covered his ankles, a dressing table, a small chair, a coat rack, and a huge bed.

?

Wait a moment.

Something is wrong with you.

Just as Qiao Yelan was about to speak, she heard the sound of the door behind her being locked.

He didn't even bother to continue pretending and stood up from his wheelchair to see what was going on.

However, he suddenly stumbled and tried to hold onto the wheelchair, forgetting that his wheelchair had just been pushed in and the handbrake had not been engaged.

As the wheelchair slid smoothly away, Qiao Yelan collapsed onto the soft carpet.

"Hmm, so the wheelchair was indeed a disguise."

There was not a trace of doubt in the woman's voice; she was clearly certain of this all along.

Qiao Yelan shook his head, focused his attention, and looked up at the Grand Duchess.

She noticed Qiao Yelan's gaze, smiled happily, and waved the gloves she had taken off again at him.

...It seems like she was wearing gloves when she touched her face earlier?

“Over the years, I’ve prepared many methods, but I never expected that you would fall at the first hurdle—that’s why I said I’m glad I didn’t insist on asking you for this kind of immortality.”

She lifted Qiao Yelan up by the waist, placed him on the bed, then took off her own clothes and pressed herself against him.

The Grand Duke leaned close to the man's ear and gently breathed warm air into his ear.

"Now, you can continue to guess what we've been doing—"

"--teacher."