Heaven’s Intention

The end of August is the harvest season. It is the season when the sky is full of golden joy.

During these days, the sun seems to be celebrating this joy. From the sultry heat at the beginning, it slowly turns to the breezy autumn. The sun is so bright that the crops can mature as soon as possible under their light. .

One or two small birds also flew down one after another, carefully pecking at the delicious food, and then, the leaders scolded them and spread their wings.

It was late August at this time, and the entire county was shrouded in an atmosphere of joy because of the upcoming harvest. The streets, open spaces, fields, and fields were full of laughter and laughter, and the county residents were full of joy. Looking forward to waiting for the harvest, a good harvest means a full and warm life.

Ever since experiencing the catastrophe of the demonic disaster, the people of the county have treated this rare peaceful day. They are all extremely cherished, and they are extremely motivated to do farm work. The farmland, which is particularly important on weekdays, is even more caring now.

Those lords who used to be extraordinarily stingy also seem to understand the importance of people. Although they are not as humane as Tertashaw, at least they have loosened up a lot in terms of exploitation policies. In times of crisis, people are needed help to maintain their rule.

Kado, this year's harvest is bumper, will you marry a woman just because of this? On the field of Rocas, a burly man is working hard, and big drops of sweat flow from him. His forehead and neck slid down, and he slammed on the ground, making small puddles.

Occasionally, one or two citizens passed by him, and they all greeted him with a smile. Because of his enthusiasm and good manners, he is very popular in the small town of Rika.

Woman? Kado straightened up, wiped the sweat on his face and neck with a towel next to him, and smiled honestly, but there was something hidden in those round eyes that ordinary citizens would never have. clean.

His name is Cardo, and he has been deliberately forgotten by himself. He is a professional spy in the territory of Viscount Tetashaw, and there are hundreds of them as companions.

The so-called professional espionage. It was Romon who came to this world and created it by combining modern spy knowledge.

These spies don't need them to fight, and second, they don't need them to spy. They work in various industries, and report the situation where they are located every once in a while.

And every month, they will get a salary, if valuable information, and bonuses.

Although the salary is not much, it is enough for them, and this position can be hereditary.

Who will marry me.

Cado smiled honestly, and continued to bend over to work.

Inadvertently, he had already seen clearly the group of people who had just passed by.

This is a team of five or six carriages. The carriages are very gorgeous, but they don't have any leapfrog decorations. It looks like they are owned by ordinary people.

on top of every wagon. With the name of a certain business firm, there are several bodyguards on horseback at the front and back of the carriage. They are riding on horses, looking at the appearance of the neighbors, they are very arrogant.

Someone has passed by again. This group of people is really non-stop. Kado lowered his head, and while doing farm work, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched.

Teta Xiaoling, Panshi Town.

What? Those people still don't give up? Nick put a secret letter sent by a professional spy on the exquisite and gorgeous small table in front of him, and his face was a little gloomy: Are they finished?

Nick, what's the matter? Farfell came in from the outside at this moment, saw Nick's displeasure at a glance, and asked in confusion.

Because Nick is the first internal affairs officer of the territory, he has an independent office. In order to make the central command system of the territory more closely coordinated, Romon built a magnificent and huge building not far from his villa. It has three floors and is the central political area of ​​the territory.

Inside is the office of every central management staff, and these people have moved their family residences to Panshi Town in order to better handle their official duties. Every official has a comfortable villa here.

Inside the central political building, the security work is very strict, and there are several posts and guards taking turns to guard the outside. The building materials of the entire building are stones, which have good self-defense capabilities. Outside the building, advanced spells, The priest and the druid worked together to set up a security formation. Can block all magic attacks below level two.

Therefore, it is still safe to work here.

Except for low-level officials, the offices of upper-level officials are independent, comfortable, and nearby.

It's not that group of businessmen who hit a wall with us and united everywhere, saying that they want to boycott us so that they can blackmail us and demand better treatment. Nick smiled coldly: Who do they think they are? Ask yourself Let’s see, the treatment we have given them is good enough, which cannot be given by other territories. They are not satisfied, saying that the island is remote, and letting them go is no different from allotment. If they are allowed to develop there, they are required to Monopoly rights and better treatment, how is this possible!

Oh, you're talking about that group of brain-crazed guys! Why are you angry with them! Hearing that it was because of this incident, Farfell twitched the corners of his mouth a little funny, seeing Nick sitting there with a gloomy face, Can't help but walk over and pull him up. Let's go. Since this is the matter, let Romon see what to do. Recently, he has been very leisurely. He spends all day with his wife, or sneaking his big eagle, which should give him a headache. .”

Well, let's go eat at his place. Hearing Farfer's words, Nick nodded, picked up the secret letter on the table, and followed Farfer out.

Both of them are the top officials of Tetashaw, and they walked out. All the officials met in the corridor saluted and greeted them modestly.

Although most of them are older than them, how can this be?

In this kind of office, the size of the official position determines everything.

Even if they were outside, the civilian leaders still had to salute when they saw them, because they had now been promoted to the ranks of nobles.

They walked out of the office, and their carriages and war horses were parked outside. Seeing them coming out, the attendants in charge of guarding hurriedly came out of the shed beside them, and asked, My lord, what is this...

You are busy with you, we don't need carts and horses now, just walk around casually. Faffer waved his hand, and the attendants stepped back.

It was very close to Romon's villa. They walked to Romon's villa in a few minutes.

Unlike other officials, as the lord of a place, Romon can freely decide where to work, and he likes a more relaxed environment. He moved his office to the study on the first floor of the villa.

The outside of the villa is still under strict security. The two of them are regular visitors here, and the guards still go in and ask Romon for his opinion every time before letting them in.

In the corridor on the first floor, attendants occasionally pass by. Judging from their walking, these seemingly ordinary attendants have actually received strict training. In just a few years, the various systems that Romon secretly presided over began to It worked, which made the two secretly admire.

It is more and more aristocratic for hundreds of years.

This is actually shortening the process through knowledge.

Huh? Why did you two come here suddenly? The door of Romon's study was open, and Nick and Farfell walked in without anyone notifying him.

Isn't there something else, you don't think we're here for dinner again? Close the door behind you. Nick handed the secret letter in front of Romon.

After opening it, Romon nodded, I see.

In fact, at the same time that Nick received the secret letter, he had already received a more detailed secret letter written by the professional spy a while earlier.

This group of people, do you really think that we can't do without them? They are too confident. There are many merchants who want to open a market in my island and territory. Since they don't want to do it, let them do what they want and don't let them do it. Yes. You go back and write a notice, according to what we agreed before, open investment, they don’t do it, some people do.” With the preferential treatment given by Terta Xiaoling, there are definitely businessmen who are willing to go.

Okay. Nick nodded.

Since you are here, let's have lunch here. Let's discuss the crops first. But they sent it to the door by themselves. Romon was looking at the autumn harvest account book, and he was overjoyed when he saw them come in. , Pushed a bunch of account books to Nick, and by the way, pulled Farfell, let him handle a bunch of defensive matters, and asked not to make any mistakes. The two smiled wryly at each other and got busy.

A few days later, the fields began to be harvested. Sitting in the carriage, Romon drank iced juice and looked out from the small window.

The seas of golden wheat swaying in the wind are really attractive. After many days of investigation, all the territories in the entire county where the seeds he cultivated are planted, the crops are growing very well, and they will definitely have a good harvest.

Among them, including his own territory, the territory of the cheap father-in-law Baron Rocas, the territories of several good lords, noble territories, and the territories of subordinate officials such as Nick and Farfell, what surprised him most was that the one with the The old Viscount, who is his biggest enemy, actually planted a wheat field he cultivated in his own territory.

The seeds obtained by the old Viscount must be the second-generation seeds obtained from others, but even the second-generation wheat seeds are definitely better than ordinary seeds.

It seems that there are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends, only eternal interests. Romon leaned on the soft chair of the carriage and sighed secretly.

Haha! This year must be another bumper harvest year! A cart piled high with wheat ears passed by Romon's carriage, and the leader who was driving the cart rolled his eyes with a smile.

Yeah, it's getting better and better every year. It's good to live like this! Someone was busy harvesting, and he was also driving a cart. He walked across from the driver, and the drivers on both sides stopped and exchanged ideas. Chatted a few words.

The carriage carrying Romon just passed by them, and looking back from the small window, one could see happy smiles on the faces of the citizens.

As a lord of a place, this time is the most fulfilling time. Although Romon has experienced several good harvest years, he still can't help but feel a little proud. (!)