Ride and Cut

After Li Cha returned to Gaoshan Castle and completely relaxed for a few days, he was too idle to look for old documents.

Recently, Pompeii is busy taking over a large area of ​​the former Stuart territory. Of course, the news sent back to the country is basically exciting and good news. It seems that scenes of welcoming the king are happening everywhere.

The lord who had just taken a shower was wearing a bathrobe, revealing his muscular discus-like chest muscles and two hairy legs. While flipping through the pages like flipping through a book, he walked back and forth on the cashmere carpet with his bare feet.

"Don't turn around! It makes me dizzy." Buckland held a teacup, with tortoiseshell glasses drooping on the tip of his nose.

He was figuring out the current month's financial revenue and expenditure just now, and he was very busy. The lord who had been ignoring the government affairs suddenly broke in, and without a word, he made a mess of the neatly stored old official documents. I forgot half of the number and had to start from the beginning again.

Although Lao Baihu is usually a sloppy person, he is actually very picky in official affairs. He can't rub a little sand in his eyes, and he can't see a layman making trouble.

"Stuart has been completely reduced to a second-rate country." Li Cha raised his head from a stack of official documents, and threw them back on the table without interest.

"Not only did we lose two and a half provinces, but our own country is now in serious conflict. It is no exaggeration to say that we are not far from splitting up."

"Do you think Belluni is really crazy or fake?" Buckland lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.

"Crazy, but not stupid." Li Cha said absently, walked to the window and opened the curtain, "Let some sunshine in."

"I think so too." Buckland said, "For a country with a long history and profound traditions like Stuart, it is actually not easy to bring it down."

"There are so many vested interests, and each other checks and balances layers of stability. No one will be allowed to destroy their interests, not even His Majesty the King himself."

"Of course, to be able to overthrow such a behemoth in such a short period of time, you can't just go crazy." Li Cha nodded, agreeing.

The king may be the representative of the aristocracy, but he is definitely not the master of the aristocracy.

This point, no matter how high-sounding the oath of allegiance is, it still cannot be changed.

Being able to crazily hurt the interests of the domestic nobles while still holding the real power without being ostracized. Simply evaluating from the technical level, it is already worthy of a thumbs up and a praise of "brilliant".

Especially considering that the Stuart royal family is not traditionally strong, it is unimaginable that Bellune can do this-although it is still unclear why he did this.

"The mad king is indeed not stupid." Buckland sighed.

Although it was not detailed in the official document, it can be guessed that the former Stuart people in the occupied area of ​​Pompeii must be facing a collective tragedy. People tend to soften their hearts when they get older, and the old white tiger is no exception. Just thinking about it makes him feel anxious.

"It's ridiculous that a former famous patriot would become what he is today. It's even more ridiculous that a former infatuated man would marry Nightingale as his queen." The lord curled his lips, "By the way, how much sand spider meat did you get this month?"

Buckland glanced down at the accounts on the desktop, "As of now, the total storage is 347 tons."

Li Cha pondered in his mind for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence - "That's all?"

If other lords heard these words, they would most likely become enraged on the spot and spend the rest of their lives in hemiplegia.

Meat has always been the highest quality food, and fresh meat has to squeeze out 30% of the water when it is dried. An average of more than ten tons of dried meat can be recorded in the account every day, which is definitely an astonishing number. For a general territory, it is enough to lie down and eat to the end of the world.

But according to Li Cha's calculations, a sand spider can probably provide more than 50 pounds of fresh meat, and 30 to 40 pounds of dried meat.

Three hundred tons is only 20,000 heads, which is at least an order of magnitude worse than the number of sand spiders that the Ripper has killed these days.

More than 300 tons may sound like a lot, but there are tens of thousands of people in the upper and lower parts of the Alpine Fort, as well as the soldiers of the people, and the per head is less than ten pounds.

"The main reason is that the supply of salt is not available, and a lot of resources were wasted." Old Baihu opened the drawer and took out a few hot-stamped business contracts. "I am already ordering sea salt from several big trading houses. Although the bulk commodity transaction will take a while, I think it should come next month."

"As long as there is enough salt, the storage will at least double next month."

"Not bad." Li Cha nodded.

"Do you know—just to buy salt, the amount of gold coins spent is an astronomical figure." Buckland said with a wry smile, "It's not as simple as burning money or not burning money, it's opening floodgates! Seeing the money on the account decrease day by day, my old heart can't stand it!"

"If you don't pay, how can you get anything in return." Li Cha was much calmer, "The little money for buying salt is worth a penny compared to the dried meat that goes into storage."

It is not an exaggeration to say that when he is rich to his level, money is just a number, as ethereal as the clouds in the sky.

"That's right, it's only 10,000 gold coins, you're the one who is arrogant." Buckland gave a thumbs up fiercely.

"Damn it! 10,000 gold coins! The salt you bought is still diamonds!" The lord's calmness was self-defeating. He grabbed the contract and stared at it carefully.

"Mr. Buckland!" Anne's startled voice suddenly came from behind along with the sound of pushing the door.

The lord turned around instinctively with his bathrobe dangling - he didn't wear a belt.

"Ah!" A scream broke the tranquility of the morning.

"Why don't you wear clothes!" Annie stood at the door and covered her eyes with her hands.

"I'm wearing pants, am I?" Li Chahan looked down at his short silk bath pants, firmly covering every inch of skin from his navel to his knees, "I can't tell, my thoughts are quite obscene at a young age."

"You, you, you..." The half-elf businessman glanced through his fingers, and his face immediately turned red visibly.

"What are you, if you have something to do, go back to the court early if you don't have anything to do." Li Cha said as he tied his belt.

"It's okay!" Annie gave him a hard look, and ran away without looking back.

"The beginning of a beautiful day!" The lord was laughing wildly, raising his head.

"Oh, you..." Buckland shook his head helplessly.

When there is danger, the lord is the most steadfast barrier. When Haiyan and Heqing are not in danger, the lord is the main danger.

"Annie must have something to do when she came to see me. Hurry up and change your clothes to have a look. My legs and feet are a bit inconvenient recently, so I won't go there."

"Okay." Li Cha agreed without hesitation.