King

With a sense of presence all the way, Hudson can be regarded as a duck in water. The nobles present were not ordinary people, and all of them spoke very nicely.

There is no trace of the dog-eat-dog plot of looking down on others, provoking, scorning and engendering hatred.

As the youngest presence, Hudson is still very popular among the crowd. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I would probably have to sell my daughter to him.

The only regret was that the banquet was attended by a group of grown men, and none of the expected ladies or noble ladies showed up.

There is nothing we can do about this. Who will take care of the family when we are away from home? If a foreigner does not bring his family, the nearby nobles will naturally not bring a female companion.

Everyone comes here to exchange feelings and hug each other for warmth. In the face of the pressure of survival, all romance and romance have to be put aside.

Eating dark food, Hudson became more and more contemptuous of Chelsea's invention. The Magic Table can be pretentious, but the taste is really hard to describe.

But this is normal, just like the unmanned cooking machine in the previous life. All ingredients and side dishes are put in according to the most scientific proportions, and the food produced in the end is barely swallowable and has no soul at all.

Seeing Chelsea drinking alone, Hudson suddenly had an idea, picked up the wine glass and walked over, smiling and said: "Uncle Chelsea, are you planning to change your career to become a bard?"

Chelsea, who was already unhappy, became more and more gloomy after hearing this, and his eyes when looking at Hudson were no longer kind.

"Bard" seems to have great glory, but in fact it is not a good profession. In the eyes of the nobles, they are just a group of guys who are full and have nothing to do.

Normally, it would be fine to listen to the stories, but any kid from that family who became a bard would be laughed at for decades.

The joke went too far, but Hudson didn't show any signs of panic and continued to say calmly: "Uncle Chelsea, there is an opportunity to make a fortune. I wonder if you are interested?"

Seeing that he was not joking, Chelsea's originally rising anger was instantly extinguished.

I was conducting magic experiments a few days ago and accidentally went too far, causing the territory's finances to be on the verge of bankruptcy. If he doesn't find a solution as soon as possible, thousands of people will starve with him.

In order to raise money, his beard is almost turning gray. Unfortunately, there was a leak in the house and it rained all night. A call from Earl Pierce made it impossible for Chelsea to borrow money.

War is a waste of money. This kind of compulsory recruitment requires bringing your own dry food to participate in the war, and all expenses are borne by the noble lords themselves.

Judging from the intensity of mobilization, we can tell that everyone will have to tighten their belts to live a better life. Even if you still have some energy left, you should keep it for emergencies.

Even if he wanted to borrow money, he couldn't ask for it. You can imagine the pressure on Chelsea.

If the territory really went bankrupt, he would be the end of the line as a lord. Nobles not only enjoy rights, but also have obligations.

No matter how successful enslavement education is, it must keep the people's stomachs full and at least ensure the minimum survival line. Otherwise, people will rebel if they are hungry.

Chelsea also has a wife and children, and he would never dare to lose his family fortune. Today's banquet was only possible out of necessity.

From the current point of view, this wave has already been a blood loss. Nothing was sold, but the money spent on the banquet was lost.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. For Chelsea, who is on the verge of bankruptcy, hosting a banquet is still a big expense.

Hearing that there was an opportunity to make a fortune, Chelsea didn't hesitate and immediately asked: "Hudson, my cutest nephew, what is the opportunity to make a fortune you are talking about?"

After taking a sip of wine, Hudson replied calmly: "Of course it's war money!

The scale of this rebellion was not small, and the accumulations of many nobles and wealthy businessmen fell into the hands of the rebels. These guys are extremely rich now.

As long as we destroy them, we will surely gain a lot. If you are lucky and catch a few big fish, it will be a huge profit. "

After getting the answer, Chelsea's interest suddenly dropped and he said angrily: "Hudson, you are still too young.

Everyone knows about the war fortune. But do you think there are many people who have made money through war?

No matter how much loot there is, it only belongs to the big shots above. We can only pick up some leftovers. We can't even make up for the cost of sending troops, so how can we make a fortune! "

This is a fact. Since ancient times, few people have made a fortune through war. It's not that there was no wealth during the war, it was mainly that the wealth was divided among the powerful.

The small nobles can follow the soup, that is, the big bosses above have a conscience. When they meet the master who eats alone, they can't even drink the bath water.

"Uncle Chelsea, don't worry!"

"In this world, strength must speak for itself. We alone as a family naturally have no say on the battlefield, but if we all unite, it will be different.

There are more than thirty noble families present today, and when all their troops are gathered together, there are thousands of them.

If Uncle Chelsea can take the lead and get everyone to unite, there will be a place for us on the battlefield.

If you're lucky, you might be able to take charge of an area alone. When the time comes, don’t we have the final say on how to divide the spoils? "

Hudson tried his best to persuade.

Originally, he was not prepared to cause trouble, but the opportunity came to his door. If he didn't know how to take advantage of it, he would be a fool.

Even though the Knight of Chelsea has a low title and is poor, he is strong enough to hold up his power and his influence among the nobles is not low.

If they were willing to take the lead in forming an alliance, few of the nobles present could refuse. After all, no one wants to be cannon fodder on the battlefield.

With the alliance here, they can at least send representatives to attend military meetings without getting a black eye.

As for whether the existence of the alliance will cause displeasure among the big shots above, what does that have to do with Hudson?

When the sky falls, the taller ones bear it first. He doesn't know how to be the boss. As a small person, who has enough to eat and nothing to do to pay attention to him?

"Is everyone really willing to join?"

Chelsea asked uncertainly.

It's okay to let him fight, and it's okay to do research, but if he plays politics, he's really making things difficult.

After working for so many years, not only did the family business fail to develop, but it was brought to the brink of bankruptcy, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

"Why should everyone refuse something that is beneficial?"

Hudson smiled and tossed the question back. The exchange just now was not in vain. He was also vaguely aware of the little thoughts of the nobles.

Had he not been sure, Hudson would not have come over to tease the Chelsea Knight. After all, offending a great knight is also very troublesome.

After hesitating for a moment, Chelsea suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had made a major decision.

"Okay, I've done this!"