Karloff? Count Hosman stood in the center of the banquet hall, looking at the surprised and admiring guests he had invited with satisfaction.
Just like before, he was still the center of attention, the focus of all eyes.
With an elegant smile, he glanced at every face in the hall. Viscount Calor, Countess Glan, and Count Peibo were all important figures. In addition, there were many pure-blooded and honorable gentlemen and ladies who had the right to speak in the Southern Territory. Some of them had inherited their titles, and some were important heirs of their families or important figures who could speak on behalf of their families. It was not easy to invite all these people together, especially in this cold winter. The visit of these important figures was enough to prove that the Hosman family name was as influential as ever in the Southern Territory. In order to strengthen the authority of his family name, Count Hosman had prepared a 'feast' to match this banquet.
That was the magic net technology that he had spent a lot of effort to obtain at the end of the day with a lot of money and good luck.
The people applauded. Karloff? Count Hosman smiled reservedly. After ten seconds of applause, he shook his wine glass slightly and showed a humble look. "I have to admit that the ancestor who came back from the dead was a respectable figure. He created something incredible. Maybe he got some 'help' from some alien friends. But in any case, the magic net technology is amazing, and such a good thing should be shared with everyone."
A noble in a dark blue velvet coat took over Count Hosman's words. "But if I remember correctly, Duke Cecil did not prohibit the outflow of the magic net. It is said that with Viscount Leslie's guarantee and introduction, as long as enough money is paid, Cecil will send craftsmen to help those in need build the magic net and even build various devices based on the magic net."
"Of course, if we pay enough, Duke Cecil will 'help' us build the magic net." Count Hosman raised his glass to the noble representative, then shook his head with a smile. "But that's a lot of money! Our founding duke was going to use a carriage to transport all the gold coins out of the castle. More importantly, things in the hands of others are not reliable, are they not? The Cecil Territory will indeed send people to help build the Magic Net, but rather than saying that they are helping, it would be better to say that they are firmly holding onto the technology. If the Magic Net is damaged or not enough, we will have to spend a large amount of money to invite those craftsmen back. Compared to this seemingly endless investment, don't you think that it is more worth it to obtain the technology to build the Magic Net? "
"That's true." Count Peibo, who had light blond curls and a slightly fat figure, came forward with a smile. "My old friend, how did you get the technology?"
"Just a little luck. I happened to meet two rune craftsmen who were in charge of building the magic net in Tanzania Town, and these two rune craftsmen happened to want some better prospects for development," Count Hosman said. "They brought the blueprints and part of the construction technology of the magic net. Of course, for safety reasons, I asked my scholars and mage consultants to participate in the specific trial work. The final result is satisfactory. I have created a magic net that can be used and is as efficient as the magic net in the mine in Leslie Hill. Everyone, you can look up at the magic crystal lamps in this castle. If you have the chance, you are welcome to visit the magic tower behind the castle. They are now powered by the magic net! "
"The mages in my territory will be interested in this!"
"I am also very interested. I am a mage myself."
"Count Hosman, how do you plan to 'share' these results with us?"
Large and small nobles gathered around Count Hoffman and began to exchange information about the Magic Net with him with sincerity. This was because they all knew about the changes that had taken place in the Leslie Territory in the past few months. Although they were not very familiar with Andrew Cecil, who had completely sided with the Cecil Family. Viscount Leslie was quite critical, but they had to admit that in the past few months, the ores produced by the mines in Tanzania Town had dominated many of the ore markets in the Southern Territory. The huge output and low cost made the nobles in the Southern Territory, who were competing with the Leslie Family in the ore business, miserable.
Of course they wanted to obtain the same mining equipment and Magic Net system as the Leslie Territory, but the price was too daunting. Moreover, they were afraid of the rapidly developing Cecil Territory, so they weren't willing to have too many relations with the Cecil Territory. This was especially true when it came to the "Magic Net", a technology that involved the basics.
Now, Count Hosman had successfully "stolen" the magic net. How could they not be tempted?
Although they still needed to spend a lot of money to buy the mining equipment from Leslie Hill or Cecil Hill, at least they had solved half of the problem, and it was the basic energy problem.
The nobles were mediocre, but they still had brains. They knew the difference between the magic net and the mining equipment. The latter was just a magic tool, and if it was broken or lost, it would only be a loss of money. The former was the foundation. If the energy of the territory could only be built by other people's craftsmen, they would not be at ease. Only when their own craftsmen mastered the technology of laying the magic net would they dare to use it boldly.
But while the nobles gathered around Count Hosman, a tall and thin figure quietly left the banquet hall.
Wearing a black woolen coat, a beard, and a crystal monocle, Viscount Carole walked out of the banquet hall alone with a glass of wine in his hand. He came to the corridor outside the hall and sighed slightly.
This castle was indeed brighter than before. It was not the first time he had come to Count Hosman's castle as a guest. He could see that there were many new magic stones under the corridor, in the courtyard, and even on the outer walls of the main building of the castle. Under the abundant supply of magic power, the bright lights made the ancient castle look like a crystal. It seemed that Count Hosman was right. He had indeed obtained the technology of the magic net and could not wait to use it in his own castle.
Viscount Carole looked at the brightly lit courtyard. Under the bright light, the bright starry sky above the courtyard seemed to have dimmed a little. He glanced around and suddenly found that he was not the only one standing outside the hall.
A thin lady in a black court dress and a black wide-brimmed hat was standing not far from him. The lady's clothes looked thin, but a layer of magic shield shrouded her, blocking the cold wind from the winter night.
Luo Penny? Countess Glen, the richest but also the most unfortunate widow in the Southern Territory.
"Madam Luo Penny." Viscount Carole walked over with a glass of wine. He could not let such a lady stand alone in such a cold winter night. "Do you also feel that the hall is stuffy?"
"Please call me by my title and surname, Mr. Viscount." Luo Penny looked at Viscount Carole. Galen glanced at Viscount Carole. She had deep eye sockets, high cheekbones, and a sickly look. Although she was still a beauty, there was no doubt that her beauty was deteriorating due to her poor health and mood. However, she was still very attractive to many young noble men. "This is a very formal banquet."
"But we are outside the banquet hall," Viscount Carole said with a smile. When he found that his humor did not get a response, he changed the subject quietly. "Countess Glen, are you not interested in the magic network?"
"Earl Hosman just needs someone to flatter him. After the flattery, it will be the real deal. I don't need to waste time and energy before that," Luo Penny said in a sarcastic tone. "And to be honest, I don't have much interest in the Weave. If the price offered by Count Hosman isn't right, I'll leave immediately."
Viscount Carole nodded with a smile. "I understand. Miss Glen is waiting for you to come home."
He mentioned his only daughter, Luo Penny? Only then did Gilan's expression soften a little. She turned to Viscount Calor and asked casually, "What about you? Are you not interested in the magic network? "
Viscount Carole thought for a moment and showed an exaggerated distressed expression. "To be honest, I am interested, but I dare not be interested."
Luo Penny? Ge Lan finally showed a hint of curiosity. "Oh?"
"The things from the Cecil Territory are strange in every way," Viscount Carole said in a low voice, but his volume was just enough to be heard clearly. His subtle way of speaking was always successful in arousing the curiosity of the opposite sex. "I don't know if you've noticed, but the Southern Territory is now full of new things from the Cecil Territory — all kinds of alchemy potions, magic networks, mining machinery, and their high-quality coins. It was almost overnight, and before anyone could react, Gawain Carole had already made a lot of new things from the Cecil Territory. Before anyone could react, Cecil was already everywhere … "
At this point, Viscount Carole paused and opened his hand. "Even I see Gwen at least every day. Cecil's face countless times — when counting money. "
Luo Penny? The corner of Glen's mouth rose slightly. "I'm fine. I only like the silver and gold shields of the kingdom."
"You see, you are also a humorous person," Viscount Carole immediately complimented. He then held his glass and looked in the direction of the courtyard. "Many people are not aware of this infiltration, but I have a sense of crisis. The 'new things' from Cecil are too convenient and cost-effective. No one can resist it. But you should also know that the more toxic something is, the more it will disguise itself as sweet and attractive. Those from Gwen? Cecil's magical creations are no less than a dose of poison in my opinion … "
As Viscount Carole spoke, his eyes inadvertently swept across the soldiers in the courtyard. In the sharp eyes of the low-grade Knight, he saw a small section of crystal bottle sticking out of the belt bag on the waist of a Hosman soldier.
The crystal bottle also had the logo of Cecil on it.
"I'm afraid the poison has entered our hearts."
Luo Penny? Glen glanced at Viscount Carole. "Then, will you refuse these poisons?"
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