The spring air was slowly evaporated by the scorching sun.
The exchange order set off a craze.
Many nobles who held land deeds in their hands but had inferior land went crazy.
And those who only had nominal land deeds in their hands,
In reality, did not have the nobles who controlled the corresponding land,
After the emperor announced that they could take land deeds and exchange them with the lowest level of land,
They also followed in the footsteps of fanaticism.
The lowest level of land was also land.
Taking advantage of the good situation, Allan I continued to announce that after the one-year exchange period, the remaining land would be enfeoffed.
And this time, the objects of the enfeoffment were those who had started with military merits,
They were of low birth,
The newly promoted nobles who had protected the country. Allan I relied on these people to return to Luster,
As early as when he returned,
He wantonly conferred noble titles.
Unfortunately, before that, he was just an empty emperor,
His subordinates only had a name,
There was not much land that could be rewarded.
These newly promoted nobles were not from a fallen noble family,
They were the third-level disciples,
Although they had received titles from the royal family, most of them had empty titles,
And there was no matching fief.
And some nobles had made meritorious contributions,
But they did not get the land they deserved. For example, the Archduchess's husband, Count Andre,
With his contributions,
Was far more than a count. However, due to the range of titles that Allan I could take out, it was about the category of count. That was why he was given the title of count. There were also some nobles whose land had been snatched by mobs during the previous banquet, such as Archduchess Hathaway, Duke Eric, and so on.
This group of people would be promoted, and they would either obtain or return to the fief that corresponded to their title.
The second object of the enfeoffment was the peasants who had gone bankrupt because of a large number of communes' land.
Allan declared to the world that I pity the peasants. They work hard all year round, don't eat, and don't have a good end. I am willing to give the king's land to pacify my people.
If it was said that when the exchange order came out, only a portion of the nobles were boiling. Then, Allan I's enfeoffment order came out of nowhere, like a bolt of thunder, and the entire Luster was restless.
Day and night, in the streets and alleys, people whispered to each other, discussing the matter of enfeoffment.
The officials who were loyal to the imperial family and the priests who were on the side of the imperial family had already gone to the countryside to spread the news.
Lin Daiyu shut her door and buried herself in writing, but she also heard the big news that blew up the entire Luster.
She put away her pen, blew dry the ink stains on her new work, and sent it to the publishing house. Along the way, she saw many shabbily dressed peasants who had entered the city with foreign accents. She knew that the news was probably true.
The chief editor, a gentleman with a mole on his face, quickly came out to welcome them. "Please come in! Miss Anna, why have you come in person? "
The manuscripts in the office were piled up like a mountain. The clerks and editors quietly looked up and stared at her in a daze. She only came back to her senses after being glared at by the chief editor. She shrunk her head and continued to work, stealing glances at the famous female author from time to time.
"I don't trust others to deliver it," Lin Daiyu said.
The chief editor didn't read between the lines. She was flattered and respectfully took the manuscript. After reading a few lines, she was drawn in.
The novel wasn't long. After the chief editor finished reading it in one breath, she wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and found Lin Daiyu waiting quietly at the side. She hurriedly apologized. "Sorry, sorry, madam. I was fascinated. Your writing is really wonderful. "
"It's okay." She was obviously waiting for the chief editor's reply.
No wonder this madam came in person to deliver the manuscript.
The chief editor had been in publishing for many years and could see the value of this novel at a glance. At this time, she had to bite the bullet. Her face trembled, and the mole on her face trembled. She said to the famous madam who had a good relationship with the young master, "But … Miss, this novel … We don't dare to publish it."
*
Duke Eric paced back and forth in his house like a trapped beast. He roared in confusion and anger, "Is the Emperor crazy?"
The same question echoed in the hearts of everyone present.
At this time, the butler reported, "His Highness the Grand Duke has arrived."
The guests at the scene were all counts, and they all looked at the door.
The ring jingled, and the fragrance blew gently. The charming Grand Duke floated over.
No one at the scene paid attention to her beauty.
"Hathaway! Your Majesty? "
Hathaway nodded gently.
There was silence. Everyone paled.
Bang. Duke Eric lost his composure and smashed the crystal cup in his hand. "Madman! Only a madman would have such an idea! "
"Be careful with your words, Your Excellency." Hathaway frowned.
"Be careful with my words?" Duke Eric's face flushed purple, and he gasped for breath. "A brat. If it wasn't for our cooperation in the country, would he have been able to come back? How dare he be so whimsical! "
His eyebrows rose and he glanced around. "Are you all willing? Let the royal family plant a nail in the territory to seize power? "
Although the faces of the nobles were ashen, they were not as agitated as he was. One of the marquises hesitated and said, "What else?"
"There are more than one or two people present who have the right to inherit the throne." Duke Eric sneered.
"Is it worth it?" Before the others could speak, Hathaway calmly pointed out, "His Majesty is no longer the His Majesty who returned home in a hurry. Most of the Church's land and wealth are in His Majesty's hands. It is His Majesty's kindness that he is willing to give the land. Moreover, His Majesty does not want the output of the fief. The output of the fief still belongs to everyone. His Majesty only asked for the fief to be managed by the consul he appointed. Why take such a risk? "
Most of the people present nodded their heads subconsciously when they heard her understatement.
Allan I had been recuperating for many years, and he had copied the Church of God. He was no longer the miserable young man who had returned home empty-handed.
They were all famous nobles in Luster. As long as the land under their names could make up for the area they should have and enjoy the output of the fief, they could spend the rest of their lives in luxury, enjoy the glory and wealth, and continue to be a person of high status.
In any case, these people originally did not care about the specific affairs of the territory. The inferior people worked hard to care about the trivial matters of the chicken crowing and dog stealing.
Now, he was just replacing his own affairs officer with the affairs officer sent by the royal family. Wasn't the output of the territory still enjoyed by them?
Why should they waste their troops for these lowly affairs officers and bear the risk of rebellion?
Hathaway calmly looked at their expressions and smiled at Duke Eric, "What do you think?"
Duke Eric's face gradually turned from purple to green as he stared at her, "Prodigal woman, a woman is a woman. I overestimated you! "
Then, he looked at the expressions of the nobles who were grateful and agreed with him, and became even more disappointed, "A group of wine sacks and rice bags, you don't even know that you're about to die!"
Then he spat fiercely and left with a flick of his sleeve.
Hathaway saw that the great nobles were being scolded inexplicably, so she comforted them with a few words and sent them away.
When everyone had left, she immediately said goodbye and took a detour into the palace to report, describing everyone's reactions one by one.
Allan I patted her shoulder with a smile, "Hathaway, good job."
Letting out a breath, Hathaway smiled with some contempt and said, "It's just a group of useless snacks that eat, drink, and play. Only that Eric is a little troublesome. "
Allan I heard her words and suddenly sighed, "I've wronged you all these years."
"The country is unfortunate, and the monarch is disgraced. Chenmei is fortunate to be able to share Royal Brother's worries. "
"Between us siblings, there's no need to say such things." Allan I waved his hand and looked deeply into her eyes, "I've let you down. You're no exception in the land. "
"Chenmei knows." When Allan I's secret decree came down, Hathaway was the first to take the initiative to give up her future fiefdom.
The emperor changed the topic, "But I can give you something else."
She suddenly looked up.
Allan did not look at her. Instead, he walked to the window with his hands behind his back and looked down at his empire, "This is my apology after so many years. It's also my compensation to all of you."
"I will never go back on my words."
Cousin still remembers … Her eyes were hot, and a sour feeling rushed up. Hathaway lowered her head and lowered her eyelashes to hide her expression, "Chenmei swears to be loyal to you."
*
Ocot had already lost his temper a few times because of this draft. He was like a limping but still majestic lion, patrolling the editing room and tearing apart draft after draft. "It's not up to standard! Trash! Trash! Which despicable people did you get your drafts from? I'm not a place to recycle vulgar trash! "
The editors were scolded until they could not raise their heads.
At this moment, the doorman came in and reported carefully, "There's a writer here to submit a draft …"
"I'm not free!" Ocot did not even turn his head.
"Ah, but Miss Anna said …"
Ocot was stunned, "Wait, who are you talking about?"
He grabbed the doorman's shoulder like an iron palm, "Quick, quickly invite her in! No, I'll go myself! "
Lin Daiyu waited for a moment outside the door. A man with messy hair, messy eyebrows, stern eyes, and a big nose like an eagle's limped out. He did not look easy to get along with.
There was an air on his face that did not conform to the ethics of the secular world. He only recognized a different set of rules from another world.
Lin Daiyu saw him and knew that this was Ocot Matzerat, who had purposely traveled thousands of miles to Abat to praise her in person.
He was just like how Cremond had described him to her: You could tell at a glance that he was the kind of person who would do most of the incomprehensible things for literature and beliefs. He had his own set of rules for the world.
Now that she saw him, she knew it.
When Ocot saw her, he was also slightly stunned. He had always wanted to see her, but unfortunately, he had missed the opportunity. He did not know that this young lady was born with such an appearance.
However, in the next moment, his attention was completely attracted by the manuscript in her hand.
He dragged his limp and walked quickly.
The next moment, Lin Daiyu found that the manuscript in her hand was rudely taken away by someone.
Okote had already snatched the manuscript from her hand. He stood there and began to read it attentively.
An editor who had just arrived saw this scene and could not help but feel embarrassed. He apologized to the famous author, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, our chief editor just wanted to …"
Lin Daiyu only waved her hand and gently shushed him, indicating that he should not speak.
She knew some extraordinary people, so not only did she not mind Ocot's behavior, she even admired it. She also had some inexplicable confidence in the purpose of her visit.
After some time, Ocot put down the manuscript and as if he had just woken up from a dream, he let out a long breath, "I want this manuscript, you name the price."
He did not mention a single word about the contents of the manuscript.
Lin Daiyu knew that she had succeeded, so she smiled, "I trust you, sir, so please name the price."
"Okay." Ocot said.
A month later, Lin Daiyu's new novel was published.
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