Chapter 362: This is to force the palace?

Just when everyone thought that Paul should feel gratified and congratulated, they saw the majestic Earl of Arda with a bitter face.

"Earl Graham?"

Earl Parker called him out of curiosity.

no response.

Myron Gardner roughly guessed what Paul was thinking now.

He elbowed his ally, "Paul, the king's decree..."

"Huh?" Paul reacted and found that Hansel was looking at him with a strange look.

"The Greiman family thanks His Majesty the King for his grace!"

He immediately knelt down on one knee and respectfully took the parchment.

grace? This is obviously adding to the chaos!

What Paul hopes to establish is an efficient administrative system that can communicate from top to bottom and make government orders smooth. This depends on high-quality civil servants level after level, rather than a bunch of local emperors who are far inferior to me.

Although Paul is now one of the many local emperors in the Aldo Kingdom, he absolutely does not want a group of such people to appear under his command.

Isn't this the reason for all the hard work to promote education and use examinations to recruit qualified government officials?

Of course, Paul could use the power in his hands to choose not to confer titles or territories or only to confer nobility in robes. But what will the people below think of him? Other lords are so generous, why are you so stingy here?

How can this guarantee the loyalty of the people below?

Franchise? Still unpacked? This is a very important question.

The embryonic form of a modern regime has emerged in Arda now. Although there are various backward aspects, as the regime gradually improves, Paul believes that the problems will be resolved one by one.

A enfeoffment may wipe out all previous efforts and rapidly shrink the land he can actually control.

"Congratulations to Earl Greiman!"

The other lords except Melon didn't know what Paul was thinking, so they came up to congratulate him.

"thanks!"

Paul answered one by one with a wry smile.

With mixed feelings, he accompanied the guests to visit the remaining machinery.

"Earl Greiman!"

After the visit, Earl Heller's son Derrick Heller excitedly called Paul to stop.

"May I visit the place where you manufacture your muskets and artillery?"

Ask Paul a difficult question at once, this is the secret among Arda's secrets.

"Uh... I'm so sorry!" Paul flatly refused.

Old Heller quickly smoothed things over for his son: "Earl Greiman, Derrick is young and ignorant, please don't take offense."

"I'm very sorry, I was too reckless." Derrick became dejected, looking very depressed.

Maybe he is just interested and has no other ideas. Paul has inquired about this noble boy who is young and impulsive but relatively simple.

"Mr. Viscount, there will be a joint infantry drill tomorrow morning. If you are interested, you can go and watch it."

Derrick, who was drooping his head just now, raised his head, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"Great, thank you very much, Earl Greiman, I can't wait to witness the heroic appearance of the army under your lord's command here."

He clenched his fists tightly, looking very excited.

Winifred Heller smiled wryly and said to everyone: "Let everyone see a joke. My son has liked fighting since he was a child. The war a while ago really excited him, and he still feels dissatisfied with it."

Everyone smiled and nodded. They had all experienced Derrick Heller's bravery in battle, although he was sometimes reckless.

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Two days later, Arda Navy Commander Austin rushed to Huxin Town to participate in the joint military and political high-level meeting in the Lord's Mansion.

Now the communication between Huxin Town and Fulan Port is very fast, thanks to the flag-raising signal "telegraph" system that has begun to function. A message from Huxin Town can be delivered in half an hour. In the hands of the recipient, and in this half hour, the time spent on the actual transmission on the line is only about ten minutes, and most of the time is spent on translating the signal and delivering paper letters to the recipient.

In addition to the line "Fulan Port-Huxin Town-Butuya" that has been put into use, more lines are under construction. The "telegraph" lines will be like octopus tentacles, connecting Arda-Bailding ——The three places of Emden are tightly gathered together, and the center of the lake is the brain of the octopus. The signals from the brain can be sent to the tentacles to make them move immediately, and any feeling on the tentacles can also be uploaded to the octopus immediately. brain.

The topic of the meeting was to discuss whether to allow the Tirpitz fleet to stay in Westport to assist the Royal Army's maritime defense.

There were no too heated arguments at the meeting.

"After nearly two years of raids, the pirates in the Northwest Gulf have disappeared, and other coastal territories basically do not have any decent sea power, so we have no greater defense pressure."

"Putting fleets in the face of threats can exercise their combat capabilities."

"A good knife doesn't have to rust."

"Keeping the fleet in the south provides protection for our merchants."

So the matter was settled like this, and Paul made the final decision and decided to let the fleet stay in the south.

"The only problem is the mood of the other generals."

Austin said to everyone with some embarrassment.

"As you know, Tirpitz took away most of the warships capable of combat~www.readwn.com~Quick and Arman... are almost polished commanders."

Paul rubbed his head and said, "Build new warships for the First Fleet and the Second Fleet. Tell Quick and Arman that I will build a larger three-masted warship and send it to them as their flagship."

Austin said in embarrassment again: "But my lord, the shipyard in Fulan Port and the shipyard we bought in Larnaca are already full of orders for civilian ships, and it may take several years to build new warships. "

Paul waved his hand: "Let's build the third shipyard, Manager Ford. The Government Administration Council will be responsible for the construction of the third shipyard. If the finances are tight, you can raise funds from the private sector by issuing securities on the exchange, and the profits can be distributed, but Stewardship must remain in our hands."

"Yes, Lord Earl." Old Ford nodded and remembered.

Austin was overjoyed, "Then I would like to thank the Earl on behalf of the navy. Please watch, in a few years, from Fulan Port to Westport, all the fish in the sea will jump out and shout "Long Live Greyman."

The matter was agreed, Paul announced the meeting was dismissed, but no one in the room raised their asses.

Paul looked up, and except for Old Ford and Schroeder, who were closing their eyes and resting their minds, everyone else was looking at him eagerly.

That is the look of hope! It was a longing look! Even Bryce, with thick eyebrows and big eyes...

Whoops! Paul secretly exclaimed that it was not good. Could it be that the news brought by Hansel had been spread two days ago?

Look at their eyes, is this trying to force the palace?