Not long after, the waiter placed a large stack of black papers in front of the Earl Of Avon.
The Earl Of Avon smiled and nodded at the waiter. The waiter bowed and left.
"Is this the welfare lottery?"
Shalia took out a piece of black paper and looked at the white numbers on it. She asked curiously.
The Earl Of Avon also took out a piece and looked at it carefully. Then, he took out a candle and lit it.
The black paper produced an orange flame, and when it burned the white numbers, it produced an indigo flame. At the same time, a unique burnt smell quickly spread.
The Earl Of Avon threw away the almost burnt lottery ticket and said, "This is the same paper as the bonds, but the dye is different."
"So?"
"When the bonds were released, I guessed that Earl Angele had mastered a more advanced papermaking process. Now, it seems that it's true. This means that whether it's the lottery ticket or the bonds, they can't be forged. "
"What is Earl Angele planning to do by issuing this lottery ticket?"
"What do you think he's planning?"
Shalia played with the welfare lottery ticket in her hand and said seriously, "I won't lie to you.
"To tell you the truth, looking at the welfare lottery tickets in front of me, I can't help but want to know if they have won or not. Although I also know that even if they have won, the reward is only a few thousand copper coins, I still can't help but think about it. It's as if they have a magical power.
For a prince's daughter like me to have such a temptation, it shows how attractive these welfare lottery tickets are to the commoners. "
"Yes!" The Earl Of Avon pointed at the drinkers who were still discussing the welfare lottery ticket downstairs and said with emotion, "Earl Angele is so young, but he has such an accurate grasp of people's hearts. It's terrifying!"
Shalia stared at the Earl Of Avon with her big sparkling eyes and said with a smile, "This is the first time I've heard you praise someone so highly."
The Earl Of Avon shrugged and said with a bitter smile, "As a peer, Earl Angele's power is far beyond mine. How can I not be convinced?
What's more, he comes from an inconspicuous Baron family, but I'm a descendant of the Paladin family. Haha, sometimes I even feel that I'm not worthy of the Paladin bloodline. "
Shalia pursed her seductive red lips and said, "Earl Angele is not that powerful! The reason why he has his current status is because of the House of Saint Hilde. If he didn't marry Vera Saint Hilde, how could he have been so successful? "
The Earl Of Avon shook his head seriously and said, "No, it's not because of the House of Saint Hilde. It's the House of Saint Hilde that relies on him!"
Seeing his fiancée's disapproving face, the Earl Of Avon sighed and said, "If you seriously study the past two rebellions in the Northern Frontier, you will understand that without Earl Angele, the current Lord of the Northern Frontier would have changed his surname to Saint Theon."
Shalia seemed to be a little unconvinced and said, "Even so, Earl Angele spent his intelligence and wisdom on the inferior people and issued these welfare lottery tickets just to earn some money. It's really unbecoming of a noble."
"No, no, no, this is not a small amount of money." The Earl Of Avon shook his head again and again. "I don't know the specific probability of winning the lottery ticket. Even if it's one in a thousand, many of the prizes are small prizes of ten copper coins or a hundred copper coins. The probability of winning the big prize is estimated to be one in ten thousand at most.
If we calculate it this way, compared to the income from selling the lottery tickets, those prizes are not even worth mentioning.
Look at the sales of the lottery tickets in Icestone City right now. I assume that each of the three hundred thousand citizens here only buys one lottery ticket every month. That's close to nine hundred thousand copper coins! "
"That's not a lot, it's only nine hundred gold coins. If I remember correctly, the royal family's annual tax income is more than nine million gold coins."
The Earl Of Avon rolled his eyes and secretly sighed that his fiancée was of noble birth and didn't know the hardships of the world. She actually used the royal family's tax income as a comparison.
Thus, he could only patiently explain, "Don't forget, this nine hundred gold coins is only for a month, and it's only for Icestone City.
If the lottery tickets slowly spread throughout the Northern Frontier and affect tens of millions of people, do you still think this income is a small amount? "
Shalia was instantly speechless. After a while, she suddenly realized something and said, "Evan, tell me, isn't this a different kind of tax?"
"Smart!" The Earl Of Avon snapped his fingers and praised, "If you can think of this, then you finally understand a part of Count Angele's ingenious plan."
"A part? Does the lottery ticket have other uses? "
"Of course. If you think that Count Angele only wants to use this lottery ticket to amass wealth, then you're looking down on this genius. "
"Then what other plans does Count Angele have?" Shalia's beautiful eyes moved as she asked seriously.
The Earl Of Avon raised his wine cup and took a sip, leisurely saying, "Think about it, what is the original intention of this lottery ticket?"
Shalia thought back to the tavern waiter's explanation and said somewhat uncertainly, "Is it really to help the poor? Isn't this a dignified excuse that Count Angele came up with? "
"Hahaha, Shalia, you're underestimating Count Angele's magnanimity and scheme."
"Does he really plan to use the lottery ticket income to help the poor?"
"Yes." The Earl Of Avon nodded affirmatively, then shook his head. "But he's not doing this out of kindness, at least not completely."
"Then what is it for?"
The Earl Of Avon's eyes flashed and asked rhetorically, "Think about it again, which organization is responsible for helping the poor in the Empire of Light?"
"It's the church."
"Then why are they doing this?"
"Why?" Shalia was a little dazed. "Isn't it the church's duty to help the poor?"
The Earl Of Avon laughed and asked again, "So the church really doesn't ask for anything in return for helping the poor?"
"What are you trying to say?"
The Earl Of Avon lowered his voice and said, "The poor are more devout than the rich, the old are more devout than the young, the sick are more devout than the healthy … Shalia, these poor people at the bottom of society are actually the church's most firm supporters."
Shalia's beautiful brows furrowed again, she seemed to understand the Earl Of Avon's meaning a little.
The Earl Of Avon drank the wine in his cup and said leisurely, "Salvation is a kind of responsibility, but it's also a kind of authority!
And Count Angele wants to steal the church's authority! "
Shalia was shocked, her beautiful eyes widening as she looked at her fiancé in disbelief.
The Earl Of Avon slowly put down the wine cup and said with a smile, "Alright, the commoner's wine is finished, we should go and try the nobles' wine."
Shalia still hadn't recovered from her shock and said after a while, "You mean the Red Castle?"
"Yes. Coming to Icestone City, it would be rude if we didn't pay a visit to the owner. "The Earl Of Avon had a matter-of-fact expression.
Shalia blinked her beautiful big eyes and said hesitantly, "But … Count Angele isn't in the Red Castle right now."
"Isn't that even better!"
The Earl Of Avon smiled faintly and threw a few copper coins on the table as a tip. Then, he stood up and walked out.
Shaliya was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly followed him.
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