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

If there is a standard aristocratic template in the world, Jefferson can be said to be the original template.

His hair was carefully combed, matching his shining golden beard, showing his noble status and power. A gorgeous coat covered his broad shoulders, inlaid with the exclusive family emblem of Farsen Town, also proclaiming his family lineage and status.

Jefferson's lazy yet elegant movements made Lind look at Rena, who was standing stiffly beside him, and he began to doubt who was the real noble.

The etiquette of a viscount from a borderland is much better than that of Rena. No wonder the fourth prince Clan completely despises Rena in the game.

"Viscount Linde Roll, I have heard about your story. I deeply sympathize with your experience."

After saying this, Jefferson looked at Linde and Lena meaningfully, making it unclear whether he was expressing sympathy for Linde for losing his original territory, or whether he felt sorry for Linde for marrying the granddaughter of Grand Duke Lars.

Jefferson did not show much respect to Lena, and the etiquette was only that which one would observe when dealing with a noble lady.

It's not that Jefferson didn't know etiquette. After all, Jefferson's etiquette course was at least better than that of someone who had to crack the teacher's ruler with his big butt and break the teacher's defense to pass.

The identities and statuses among nobles were very complicated, and one had to take into account the political environment at the time, marriages, family financial resources, etc. Reina's identity and status were indeed not comparable to those of ordinary nobles. However, due to the political turmoil in the royal city and the fact that Jefferson was not an ordinary viscount, Jefferson only treated Reina as Lind's wife.

Of course, the main reason was that Jefferson saw at a glance at the dinner table that Linde was the boss of the upper gray-collar workers, and Lena was just a vase.

But to be honest, although Jefferson was polite to Lind, he did not show any respect. In the eyes of the nobles in the North, Lind was just a son-in-law of the Lars family. He did not even have the status of a member of the Lars family. It could be said that he was not even a branch of the Lars family.

And even though Reina is the eldest granddaughter of the Lars family, she did not participate in the War of Heirs in the North, at least not from Jefferson's perspective. However, Jefferson has secretly invested in several other Lars. No matter which Lars comes to power, Jefferson will be in a safe position, and his status is much higher than that of Linde, the son-in-law.

So in response to Lind's visit, Jefferson did not hold any ball or invite other nobles. Rena's reputation was so bad now that even if other nobles were invited, they would most likely refuse.

"Mr. Jefferson, I'm not here to complain to you. Besides, I'm doing well in Gray Collar now. I like my life now."

Because he inherited the charm of the heroine, Linde always spoke in a gentle and approachable manner, which made Jefferson feel a little fond of him, but that was all. Jefferson even complained in his heart that with the material assistance from Grand Duke Lars, his life would definitely not be too bad.

"I came here mainly to discuss a business with you."

After saying that, Lind took out a box that was not exactly exquisite.

Although there were many exquisite gift boxes thanks to the assistance of Grand Duke Lars, Lind really couldn't understand the nouveau riche aesthetic of farmhouses popular in the kingdom, so he could only design his own.

Seeing the quaint wooden box, Jefferson laughed inwardly: Hey, what kind of garbage is this?

Most likely, the territory was not managed well. The son-in-law sold the fashionable junk given by Grand Duke Lars. Jefferson had even thought about how to politely reject Lind.

But the moment the wooden box was opened, Jefferson jumped up immediately, sat up straight, and exclaimed in his heart: Damn it, I have to sit up and talk to him.

In the wooden box was a handful of crystal clear white sugar. Unlike those white sugars made from strange materials, the white sugar in the wooden box had almost no impurities and was of very high quality. Jefferson also understood that Lind was definitely not reselling the white sugar brought by Grand Duke Lars, because even the white sugar made from a pot of bee droppings and a bunch of expensive materials by the Lars family was not of such high quality.

Considering what his entourage had reported, that Lind had purchased a large amount of alchemical supplies at the Champagne market, Jefferson was almost certain that Lind had mastered a new sugar-making formula and was preparing for large-scale production.

"Lord Linde, can I have a taste?"

Sugar was a fatal attraction to the nobles, and even Jefferson showed his greedy eyes without concealing it.

"Of course, this one is for you, Mr. Jefferson."

After hearing Lind's answer, Jefferson even felt that the somewhat simple wooden box had become quaint, simple, and elegant, as if it was a different aesthetic from the aristocracy's current aesthetic that the more complex the better, revealing a sense of luxury.

Jefferson repeatedly wiped the silver spoon in his hand with a napkin, carefully scooped up a spoonful of white sugar and put it in his mouth.

The taste of sugar was like a sweet breeze under the warm spring sun, gently blowing across the tip of the tongue, evoking endless joy and satisfaction in Jefferson.

This sweetness is different from white sugar which is unable to remove the taste of other alchemical materials. It is a pure sweetness.

The sugar stimulated Jefferson's brain, making it impossible for him to maintain his aristocratic reserve. He was so rude that he placed the wooden box next to him and solemnly closed the lid.

"How many silver leaf coins do you plan to sell? How much stock do you have left? Can you sell all these snowflake-like candies to the town of Fassen?"

After asking a series of questions, Jefferson realized that he had been rude, and then he blushed and wiped his mouth with a napkin to hide his embarrassment.

Lind pretended not to see it and answered Jefferson one by one: "There is not much stock at the moment. There are too few people in our territory. The production of these snowflake candies has already mobilized a quarter of the population in the territory."

One quarter refers to the elderly, the weak, women and children who make up one quarter of the remaining workers, excluding Reina's knights and the veterans in the management. As for the name "Snowflake Candy", Lind felt that Jefferson's description was very accurate, at least it sounded better than white sugar, so he just went with the flow and continued to use it.

"As for who to sell it to, Mr. Jefferson, you have seen that our territory has just begun to develop, and there are not many merchants. Transportation other than water transportation is not convenient, so we plan to let you, Viscount Jefferson, sell it on our behalf for the time being."

"Okay, okay, I'll buy as many as you have."

Hearing this, Jefferson interrupted Lind without caring about etiquette and immediately said that he would accept all orders in the future.

Afterwards, the two sides discussed some details. For example, if other nobles wanted the agency rights for Snowflake Candy, Lind would have to notify Jefferson first and negotiate with him. There was no other way. Before the gray-collar workers started building the road, they could only rely on Jefferson's Champagne Market and connections to sell the candy.

Jefferson also had to regularly organize daily necessities merchants to conduct gray-collar transactions.

As for the price, Lind originally planned to sell a box of sixty silver leaf coins, but in order to hide the cost, Lind asked for two hundred silver leaf coins. Unexpectedly, Jefferson agreed without even thinking about it. Only then did Lind realize that he had underestimated the wealth of these nobles.

A rich peasant could only earn less than 20 silver leaf coins in a year, but a nobleman felt he had made a profit by spending 200 silver leaf coins on a box of candy.

No wonder Lena still felt that her weekly pocket money of more than 200 silver leaf coins was not enough. Lind’s poverty limited his imagination.

Just like that, with Lena's somewhat surprised gaze, Jefferson first ordered one hundred boxes of snowflake candy. This was only the minimum purchase quantity stipulated by Jefferson. Jefferson would take as many as Linde produced later.

The deal worth at least 20,000 silver leaf coins was thus concluded.

Halfway through, Jefferson found an excuse and temporarily left the party with the box of snowflake candy.

The more Jefferson looked at the simple and quaint box in his hand, the more he liked it. He especially liked the high-end feeling revealed in the simple lines, as if this was something that should be used in the homes of great nobles. After handing the box to the butler, Jefferson said, "Make a few imitations of this box using sandalwood and gold wire for me. I'm sure it will be more popular with the nobles than the nouveau riche aesthetic of the Augustine family."

Faced with his master's outrageous speech, the old butler did not react. After all, in the current North, the most powerful thing to say is gold coins, followed by the Lars family, and then the royal family. Jefferson just happened to have a lot of gold coins.

"Also, have your people buy all the alchemical materials and equipment that Viscount Linde bought at the Champagne Market today, and then have the alchemists in the family use these materials to try to see if they can make the same snowflake candy."

After arranging everything, Jefferson returned to the dining table with a warm smile.

"By the way, my dear brother, the thing you asked me to do in your letter has finally come to fruition."

Jefferson upgraded his address to Lind to "brother" and held a roll of parchment in his hand.

In Lind's previous visiting card, Lind specifically asked Jefferson to help find information about Isa Nebet, the original heroine of the game, but Jefferson didn't take it seriously at the time. Now, in order to get closer, Jefferson can only temporarily ask someone to find all the relevant information regardless of whether it is true or false.

"The evil heretic, the White Witch Isa Nebet, is deploying 100,000 troops in the north, attempting to overthrow the rule of the Capetian Kingdom."

Linde couldn't hold back at the first sentence and almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

For the first time, Lind learned about the information transmission in this world, or how unreliable those bards were.

On the parchment is news about the heroine Issa recorded by a bard in the North.

And several versions have been derived, each version is different.

This includes Isa becoming the chosen one of the goddess of the dead, and leading 100,000 living dead to attack cities and plunder lands.

And Isa has become Yuri, and now has nearly a million brainwashed people under her.

Isa received 500,000 gold shield coins from the demons and is now wreaking havoc everywhere in the North.

The most outrageous thing is that Lind even saw his own name on the list of victimized nobles.

Not only that, it is said that when Isa and Count Jager were fighting, there was a sudden strong wind, the sky and the earth were dark, and then a meteorite rain suddenly fell from the Luye Collar, killing Count Jager instantly.

What is going on here? Did you invite Liu Xiu or Judy?

The more reliable one is that Isa led the refugees and serfs to rebel, but it also focuses on describing how cruel Isa was to the nobles. The content is so detailed that Lind suspects that the person who wrote this news is an R18G writer.

The only thing that is certain is that the heroine of the original work took the lead in the rebellion, even before Reina, the future rebel.

It's upside down, the world is crazy - this was Lind's only feeling after reading the information on the parchment.