Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Jefferson was attending a dance at this time.

The castle's hall was spacious and magnificent, with huge tapestries hanging on the boulder walls and magic crystal chandeliers swaying lights on the ceiling, adding a psychedelic atmosphere to the party.

There is a thick carpet on the ground, which is not only comfortable to walk on, but also makes no sound.

The nobles wore clothes made of gold and silver threads or velvet robes and danced to the music on the dance floor.

From time to time, there are professionals who use fireworks and light magic to create an atmosphere.

Jefferson hadn't felt this kind of atmosphere for a long time, and for a moment he was even a little uncomfortable with it.

"What's the matter, Mr. Jefferson? Are you not very happy with our welcome ceremony?"

An elegant middle-aged nobleman came up, clinked glasses with Jefferson, and then drank the light golden wine in his hand.

"Mr. Doug, aren't we talking about business?"

"No, we're not talking business tonight."

After that, Doug threw the cup in his hand and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome Viscount Jefferson from the Gray Collar!"

The nobles burst into warm applause, leaving Jefferson at a loss and even a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Lord Jefferson, you are welcome to embrace freedom."

Jefferson initially refused the assignment.

Jefferson now just wanted to run his sugar and potion business peacefully and did not want to get involved in the open and secret struggles among the nobles.

Anyway, the scale of the industry that Jefferson is in charge of now has long exceeded the sum of all the champagne nobles in the past, and all that is left to do is to lie down.

Although Jefferson was only responsible for the sugar and potion agent, he only needed to find a way to sell these things to Doug's territory, and the majority of the income still had to be handed over.

But even if Jefferson handed over all the bribes from the dealers, the wealth he accumulated was still quite astonishing.

Jefferson was like a kitten who saw cat food falling. At first, it was just a little bit and Jefferson took a couple of bites normally. But then more and more cat food poured down like a waterfall, so much so that Jefferson started to get scared and didn't dare to eat more than a bite.

Jefferson's greatest wish was to be able to retire peacefully.

But Lind, with the British spirit of using the best he could, found Jefferson.

The good news is that Jefferson can finally stop managing the trade of sugar and medicine. This makes Jefferson feel relieved. He finally doesn't have to manage this lucrative industry where he can lose everything if he is not careful.

Bad news, Jefferson will start helping to sell arms, and he will be selling arms to the enemy camp. This time he will be lucky to have a whole body left.

Amid the chaos of the dance, Jefferson's thoughts returned to the afternoon when he was summoned.

"Are you sure?"

Jefferson checked the plan again and again.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Lind's appearance had not changed much from when Jefferson first met him, but Jefferson could clearly feel that there was something more about the governor after he was assassinated.

Something called ambition.

Everyone has this kind of thing, but after the unsuccessful assassination, the governor's ambition can be said to be undisguised.

"No matter what, selling weapons to the enemy is really..."

Jefferson, who had read the plan several times, was almost dehydrated by sweat. No matter how he looked at it, this was asking for his own death. In Jefferson's understanding, if he was defeated in the future, his act of sending weapons to the enemy would definitely be brought up for settlement.

Rather, sending weapons to the enemy was a completely incomprehensible act in the eyes of these traditional nobles.

Or has he offended the Governor recently? He obviously didn't take a cent from the sugar and medicine trade.

"It's just replacing sugar and potions with weapons."

Lind did not expect Jefferson to be so resistant, so he did a lot of ideological work that day. In fact, the total amount of sugar and medicine sold to Doug's territory was constantly decreasing, and the main supply had already shifted to the army.

But the railway still needs to be built. It is a huge project. Of course, those businessmen are very interested in this thing. Many businessmen donated money without asking for anything in return, just hoping that the railway can pass through their hometown along the way when it is opened in the future.

However, building a railway requires strong central support. The donations from these businessmen are just a drop in the bucket, and the real big chunk of the money has to come from Lind’s own pocket.

Not to mention that although the trains in this world do not burn coal, they need to build obelisks at regular intervals to replenish magic power, which requires the government to have strong execution capabilities and good economic conditions.

Of course, Lind does have some evil methods. As long as Lind wants, he can get a railway for free, but the railway is the lifeline of a country. Lind must hold it firmly and never let others do it.

Moreover, in Lind's opinion, providing inferior weapons to Doug's army would be far less harmful than providing sugar and medicine.

A bunch of obsolete muskets that couldn't even break through the defenses of the gray-and-white-collar standard equipment. Moreover, given Doug's army's management level and overall quality, these muskets were not sold to Doug's army, but to the people of the North who had not yet been liberated, and Doug paid for them himself.

In any case, unified weapons and armaments are always easier to deal with than Doug's mess of muskets of unknown use. At least you are very clear about the performance of the opponent's weapons.

Even if Lind doesn't sell it, the alchemists in this world will be able to copy the same musket sooner or later. The method of making muskets in the royal capital is probably becoming commonplace, and Doug will sooner or later figure out how to mass-produce it. It would be better to make a fortune from him before that.

In the end, the money Doug used to buy old weapons would be used by Lind to build railways and develop new weapons, forming a virtuous circle.

In short, after explaining the whole story to Jefferson, Jefferson finally took over the task.

With his previous experience in reselling sugar and medicine, Jefferson quickly established connections with merchants in Doug's territory, and through this connection he contacted Doug officials.

But unexpectedly, Doug attached great importance to this business and personally invited and met Jefferson.

Perhaps because of the influence of the Gray-Collar Intelligence System, Jefferson paid special attention to the living conditions of civilians in Doug Territory, as well as information such as prices, along the way.

Jefferson could already assert that Doug's economy was about to collapse.

Moreover, although it is already spring, there are not many people preparing for spring plowing in Doug's territory. Most of them are old women turning the soil in the fields. Not to mention young and strong people, there is not even an old man to be seen.

At that time, Jefferson was sighing inwardly, wondering how sad the governor would be if he saw this situation, with so much good land left uncultivated.

Jefferson came back to his senses and looked at the nobles at the ball in front of him. These nobles were more than just luxurious. Some of them even had special people to catch their spit, under the pretext of maintaining their aristocratic demeanor. They would not spit on the "ground" to avoid dirtying Doug's luxurious carpet.

After all, people are much cheaper than carpets.

Jefferson was thinking hard after seeing this scene. The Governor was right. What's the point of selling weapons to people like this? They would probably only use them for hunting and fireworks. It would be better to make a lot of money from them, and count them as making a contribution to the North.

Jefferson's eyes regained their spirits, and he gently raised his glass to Doug and said, "For the North, I toast to you, Your Excellency, and to everyone here."