The nobles signed.

In just one minute, the last trace of influence of the southern aristocratic system stranded on this land disappeared.

Gao Wen sat on the head of the long table in a solemn manner. The thirty-one lords who survived the southern territory sat on both sides of the long table. The inheritors of noble and ancient surnames lowered their heads here and signed their names silently on the documents in front of them. In the corner of the hall, an old man in a scholar's robe was directing his apprentice to turn a slightly bulky magic device into the direction of the long table.

It is actually a Magic Net communicator. Although it is so heavy that it requires a young and strong man to lift it up, it already represents Cecil's current highest technology.

When the long table was reflected in the photography crystal of the Magic Net communicator, Godwin Orlando pressed a button on the device without hesitation.

In another room not far away, the projection crystal above an arcane printing machine lit up, and the holographic projection presented the scene in the large conference hall. With a series of mechanical movements inside the machine, the surface of its arcane transfer cylinder showed the brilliance of magic energy, and the transmitted image was quickly printed on the paper that had been prepared.

Hetty took out the paper from the side of the printing press, rolled it up carefully and sealed it into the sealing cylinder, and handed it to an assistant who had been waiting next to him: "Term to the newspaper office, tell them to use the full page."

The assistant took the "bottom plate" away like a treasure. Hetty looked at the holographic projection above the machine in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim softly: "It's really unimaginable..."

Carmire floated aside and asked after hearing Hetty's words: "Are you talking about what happened in the conference hall or this device?"

"All," Hetty turned his head and said seriously, "The scene of the old nobles signing will be recorded in this way and spread throughout the southern border at an astonishing speed, far better than any notice, any preaching, any rumors, and ironclad evidence will spread throughout the land in an irresistible way... I always thought that those giant cannons that could break mountains and crack rocks were the most powerful weapons, but now I finally understand... why the ancestors said that printing machines were equally powerful as weapons."

Then she lowered her head and looked at Rebecca, who was squatting behind the side of the arcane printer and disassemblying the cover of the machine to check the internal operation: "...and this child thought so quickly about the use of the Magic Net communicator and the arcane printer, which also surprised me."

"I said early on that Rebecca is a genius, and she lives up to the glory of the Cecil family," Gao Wen's voice came from the doorway and intervened in the conversation between Hetty and Carmier. "And as for your words... I'm glad you finally realized the power of the printing press and the 'media'."

Rebecca, who was drilling under the printing press to study the machine situation, heard Gao Wen's voice and immediately stood up happily: "Ah! Master Ancestor, you are here! You were so..."

"Bang!!"

Rebecca's head slammed against a metal guide rail under the machine, making a clang sound that could be heard throughout the room. Gao Wen saw that the entire machine was even shaken. Then he saw Rebecca covering his head and crawling out in pain: "Oh mom... it hurts, it hurts..."

Hetty was shocked by the movement of the silly roe deer, and forgot to blame for a moment. He quickly squatted down to check his niece's head. Gao Wen was also shocked and came to his great-granddaughter in a few steps: "Are you okay?"

Rebecca staggered with her head in her arms, looked up at Gao Wen, and tears fell on her face: "It's okay..."

Gao Wen then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly directed the Bachelor of Mechanics next to him: "Then check the machine..."

No one at the scene thought that Gao Wen was wrong with his words...

Hetty glared at Rebecca with helplessness, but remembered that he was praising this girl the moment before, so he didn't say anything in his heart until the end, so he had to change the subject to Gao Wen: "Ancestor, have you left all the nobles?"

"They signed the meeting and it was over," Gao Wen said indifferently. "I have explained all the follow-up arrangements to them. It won't take long. Of course, to celebrate their freedom and becoming part of Cecil, I arranged a small banquet for them... but I don't care what kind of mood they will attend."

After saying this, Gao Wen waved his hand: "Put these aside first - have the 'photo' been printed? How is the effect?"

"Ah, sorry for the ancestor, I have sent someone away," Hetty exclaimed in a small voice, and then reported, "The effect is very good. The effect after printing the illusion magic on paper is very different from the traditional 'shortcoming' spell, but it is more realistic."

"That's good, just you have reviewed it," Gao Wen nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Rebecca, who was still wiping tears and sniffing, "Silly kid, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Rebecca said, pounding her neck and blushing, but then she shook her head, "It's just that there's a little buzzing in her head..."

Seeing the girl's forced calm appearance, Gao Wen could only sigh with laughter and cry: "Oh--you'd better protect your head. If you really want to fool such a good mind, it would be too great to lose."

Hetty also looked amused and crying. She sighed in a low voice and turned to Gao Wen: "Ancestor, do you think the nobles who signed the signature will settle down?"

"To be honest, I never trust them, whether before or after they sign," there are no outsiders here, Gao Wen said very directly. "But I don't need them to support me or oppose me from the bottom of their hearts. It doesn't make sense. We must remain vigilant about them and maintain surveillance of them, at least until they and their first generations die. Even if these two generations die, we must continue to be alert to the actions of their descendants, but the surveillance will become milder."

Gao Wen raised his head and looked in the direction of the conference hall. His gaze seemed to see the southern nobles who were leaving the scene through the walls and door panels.

"Remember: the nobles and their first generation of direct descendants signed here today cannot enter politics, cannot participate in any position in the Government Affairs Department, nor can they enter the education system and the news communication system. Even if they are the primary clerks, substitute teachers and assistant editors, they cannot do it. If there are really capable and secure people in them, they can do business and be investors. I even allow them to open factories. As long as they have a brain, they can live a more comfortable and wealthy life than they were before when they were land nobles, but the Government Affairs Department, schools, newspapers... have no place for them."

"Yes," Hetty nodded seriously, but she was still a little worried, "but in this way... maybe we will miss some talents. The descendants of the nobles are the best intellectuals on the land at present. They may be mostly unstable factors, but there are still things that can be fought for and educated..."

Gao Wen sighed, and Hety's words certainly understood: "I allow them to do business and run factories after passing the assessment. This is to avoid waste as much as possible. Moreover, there are already many hidden risks in it. Taking into account the risk and expected returns, this line cannot be changed. In addition, I have not completely restricted death - the second and third generation of the old nobles, and non-legitimate branches, these people can enjoy the same rights as ordinary citizens after the assessment and observation."

Speaking of this, he paused and continued: "Of course, this would still miss some talents and lack fairness to them, but it was a necessary price - it would be easy for us to destroy the old nobles' army on the battlefield, but if they became part of the Cecil system, it would be a huge problem to clear them out."

Hetty lowered his head deeply: "Yes, I understand."

Gao Wen pondered for a moment and added: "Let's do this, if you really find a very recognized talent among the nobles in the southern border and their direct children, you can report it to me, and I will organize the assessment and consider it as appropriate."

Then he exhaled: "Next, let's go and see our real guests."

Not far from the conference area, in a small but tidy and comfortable living room, Andrew Leslie and Roppennie Glen are quietly waiting for the Duke's arrival.

"This day came very quickly, didn't it?" Viscount Andrew picked up the black tea in his hand and greeted the virgin next to him with a smile. "It seemed like yesterday - Cecil was still a dying surname last year, but today they have already ruled the southern border."

Penny Glen showed a warm smile: "I have been waiting for more than a year or two, Mr. Viscount."

"...You are a lady worthy of admiration. You have faith and your heart is stronger than me," Viscount Andrew said after a moment of silence. His attitude was sincere and then he was a little self-deprecating. "Unlike me, I was just investing in a business at first."

"Investment?" Penny Rodney looked at the pale man with curiosity. It is said that she was weak due to excessive consumption of potions. She did not know much about this past. "What kind of investment?"

"Investment in Duke Cecil," Andrew Leslie looked forward and said softly, "that is the boldest business I have ever done in my life..."

"Now Gowen is our monarch," said Roppenni Glen, looking at Viscount Andrew quietly. "Does this investment be profitable in your opinion?"

"Make or lose..." Andrew Leslie murmured in a low voice, and the territory that had developed rapidly in the past year had emerged in his mind. The territory had completely become the source of industrial raw materials for Cecil. The amazing wealth he had earned in the past year. Every gold and silver coin was marked by Cecil. He was regarded as the best, most kind and enlightened lord of the Leslie family ever. His people praised him and praised him for his unwavering enforcement of Cecil's laws...

He is about to become the consul of Tanzan City. As a proof of his achievements, the Leslie family will be retained forever in the Government Affairs Department of Tanzan City.

He believed that as long as the Leslie family did not commit disobedience and was not too stupid, his descendants would enjoy great wealth forever, which was unimaginable compared to when they were land lords in the past.

But they will also lose the power to kill and kill in the territory forever, and even... they must obey the administration of the Government Affairs Department.

Is this investment profitable or lost?

"Of course it's profitable," Andrew Leslie raised his head, smiled, and said without hesitation. "Of course I made money, and I can only make money."
Chapter completed!