Don't call me evil god

The Castle of the Earl of Ceylon.

The Countess's study is located in the lower middle part of a tower on the east side of the castle. From the window, you can see the continuous farmland and hazy hills outside the city of Ceylon. When the morning light or the afterglow shines, the comfortable light shines in through the special stained glass windows, covering the space with a layer of dreamy veil.

Most of the nearly 100 square meters of space is occupied by various bookshelves and piles of books. The towering bookshelves almost touch the ceiling. They are made of dark oak, with complex and exquisite patterns carved on the sides, and are filled with various books, letters, and various data files from different sources.

The desk is located in the center of the study. The desktop is wide, with a paperweight painted with the Earl's coat of arms, an expensive feather pen, and glimmering magic ink. There is also a lit magic lamp at the corner of the table.

In the corner of the study, there is a comfortable cushioned sofa and a small coffee table, on which the butler has placed a cup of freshly brewed Northern Snow Country fragrant tea, the curling tea fragrance and the book smell intertwined.

There are all kinds of artworks hanging on the walls. From the outside, there are murals depicting ancient legends, rough reliefs that are obviously made by dwarves, and several gorgeous oil paintings with blurred and fantastic pictures.

"Ding, Ding Ding."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The middle-aged woman who was thinking about something behind the desk said softly.

The Countess of Ceylon, full name Frigga Ceylon, took her husband's surname after marriage, and should now be called Frigga Ceylon Skov.

It's just that the reputation of "Countess" is too loud, so most people still call her Countess of Ceylon or Count Ceylon by default.

Her face is exquisite and picturesque. The erosion brought by the adventures and the changes of time in her early years did not seem to have any effect on the Countess.

Her facial features are three-dimensional and deep, her eyes are shining with a bright and mysterious light, her nose is straight, her lips are rosy, and her long hair falls softly from her shoulders to her chest, like midnight satin, black and shiny.

She was wearing an exquisite long dress for home, the overall combination was mainly dark colors, and the dark purple neckline set off a pair of white and plump breasts on her chest. Giving birth did not affect her nearly perfect figure, but added a bit of mature charm to her already attractive charm.

Almost everyone who saw the Countess of Ceylon for the first time would be infected by her unforgettable extraordinary temperament and could not help but fall for her.

The year when the Countess married her former childhood sweetheart, many male nobles in the Kingdom of Reyak shed tears secretly at night.

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The old butler Winnex, who had served in the castle for many years, gently pushed open the door of the study.

"My Lord Earl, there is a letter for you."

"It's the merchant in the city who opened a shop selling weapons, armor and other dwarf equipment."

The Countess of Ceylon pondered for a moment.

"What did he say in the letter?"

The old butler Winnex said politely: "He said that someone is disrupting the market order near Ceylon recently, and he hopes you can come forward to regulate the industry."

"Is he still outside the castle?"

"No, as you ordered, the castle will not receive guests during this period, so the guards asked him to leave after leaving the letter."

"Do you need me to send someone to invite him back?"

The countess shook her head slightly: "No, no need."

"Let me see the content of the letter."

Winnex stepped forward and handed over the envelope that had been opened in advance.

To ensure safety, Winnex had actually read the specific content of the letter.

But he was just a butler in the castle, responsible for serving the countess's life and helping her deal with various chores.

In the decision-making of specific matters, unless the countess asked for his views or opinions, he would not express any opinions, but would only convey the information neutrally and objectively.

The Ceylon Countess poured out the letter and read it from the beginning.

The content on the first page of the letter was quickly skipped by her.

The above is almost entirely filled with the bearded merchant's flattering and praising sentences in the style and words that the nobles of the kingdom like.

The Countess is not interested in such things that have no actual value.

The second page is the main topic:

"Selling at an ultra-low price... destroying the market... industry regulations, restricting business rights..."

The bearded man's expression is actually not complicated. Excluding the compliment nonsense that occupies more than half of the space, the remaining words want to express that he hopes that the Countess can, as the ruler of Ceylon Territory, issue a bill or regulation to limit the number of operators in the name of "ensuring product quality".

Only merchants with permission can operate related businesses within the scope of Ceylon Territory.

For this reason, the bearded merchant also made a series of promises about the "advantages" of increasing the income of the nobles after the weapons and armor industry is taken over by the Countess, such as the need to pay additional fees to obtain a license, and the market regulation will help merchants make more money, which will also increase taxes accordingly.

Her eyes finally stopped at the word "Xiwei Territory".

"...Xiwei Territory."

The Countess suddenly asked the butler Winnex a random question:

"What is the recent situation of the refugee camp outside the city?"

The old butler answered meticulously: "There is no problem at present."

"The recent donations and relief activities of the Glowing God Church have been very smooth, and the priests have not noticed any clues."

The Countess looked calm: "What is the actual situation?"

Winnex answered calmly: "More than 200 refugees left the refugee camp during this period."

"How many people can be matched in the new territories in the Dark Forest?"

"Currently, 49 people have been matched. The actual number should be higher than this, because there are many refugees whose identities cannot be confirmed among the refugees, and their sources cannot be confirmed."

"What are the data from the ore merchants?"

"The newly emerged purchasing merchants are gradually expanding their scale, and the purchase volume is more than 5 times that of the beginning."

The countess's face showed no emotional ups and downs, and she lowered her head to look at the letter handed in by the bearded man.

She made a decision.

"Don't worry about their competition, let the market decide."

"Where to cover, continue to maintain it."

"Also, help me remind Nicole again."

"This year's hunting month, she can join in the fun, but stay away from the people of the church."

The old butler Winnex agreed seriously.

"That's it, I'm going to rest."

Winnex gently left the study.

The breeze brought by closing the door blew up a document pressed by the paperweight on the desk.

"Notice on the Market-oriented Sale of the Self-produced Replacement Equipment of the Holy Army in Ceylon"

On the document, the golden-red round emblem representing the image of the Glorious God Cult is emitting dazzling colorful rays under the light.

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