Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

Paul walked quickly into the hall of the lord's mansion and greeted him warmly: "You came so fast, my brother."

Myron showed a look of surprise on his face and came to hug him: "You are fast, I thought the war would last at least a week."

The two found a seat and sat down. Paul said with a little regret: "It's a pity that only Abbot was killed by us when he led the knights to charge. Angelo and the other two people, as well as your butler, all ran away."

"I guess they ran back to their fiefdoms to recruit soldiers again."

Paul was very disdainful: "Humph! No matter how many come, they will all die."

The two discussed the subsequent arrangements. Although Paul won the battle, Myron Garnard was the lord of Bayerding after all.

In the end, it was decided to continue to sweep the two viscounts and two barons who participated in the conspiracy in Bayerding, confiscate their property, deprive these families of their titles and honors, and if Angelo and others could be caught, they would be brought back for trial and hanging. If they had already run away, a wanted notice would be issued to the surrounding territories.

As for Baron Andrew, who led the army to the south to quell the rebellion, his territory would not be moved until it was confirmed whether he was involved in the conspiracy.

Of course, in view of the fierce battle that had just been experienced, Paul told Myron that his soldiers needed to rest for a while.

The two continued to chat for a while, and suddenly, Myron sighed.

When he returned to his home this time, everything had changed. It was desolate and the familiar faces had disappeared. Although he knew that most of the servants in the house were arranged by the butler Miles, he still felt a great sense of loss when he saw the empty lord's house.

"Paul, I want to..." Myron hesitated.

"Hmm? What are you going to do in the future?"

After hesitating for a while, Myron finally said: "After hanging those traitors to avenge my father, I plan to go to the monastery to become a monk in the future."

"Puff--" Paul, who had just finished drinking water, spit it out.

Monks never get married, eat simple meals, pray and chant, and dedicate their whole body and mind to the Lord of Light. If this were placed on Earth, wouldn't it be like becoming a monk? Why don't you become a good lord?

Paul was very anxious, and there were other reasons for his anxiety. He originally planned to help Mailon quell the rebellion this time, and he could take a few mines from his territory, which would be of great help to his subsequent industrial development plan.

He saved Mailon's life and helped him so much. In addition to their previous friendship, he should be very easy to talk to.

But if Mailon gave up the position of lord now, then the territory of the Garnard family would be taken back by the royal family, or inherited by some relative who didn't know where he came from. What would Paul Graman do then? Wouldn't this war be fought in vain?

No, he must give up this stupid idea, or at least postpone it. After he gets what he wants in Bayerding, let him do whatever he wants.

He said quickly: "Hey, hey, hey! Why did you suddenly come up with such a crazy idea?"

Mellon shook his head: "This idea has actually been around for a long time. Since I was rescued by you, I have felt discouraged. All my previous efforts and achievements are illusory, like bubbles that will break at the touch. I can't stand it, and I want to escape. After thinking about it, only the monastery is suitable for me. It happens that you have a North Shore Monastery. When you were busy, I went there several times and felt that the environment there was very good. The dean is also a very upright person. So I think..."

Paul shook his head repeatedly: "It's totally wrong, it's totally wrong!"

He tried to persuade Mellon to give up this idea and found all kinds of reasons, from the hard life in the monastery to the conveniences of being a noble, from the responsibilities of a lord to the long history of the Garnard family.

Finally, he spitted and said in great grief and indignation: "Are you worthy of your murdered father? Are you worthy of the soldiers under my command who sacrificed their lives for your revenge?"

"Well..." Mellon seemed to be persuaded, and a shameful expression appeared on his face. It can be seen that he was very hesitant before, and Paul made him even more so.

He held the water cup tightly with both hands, lowered his head and said: "But I am afraid that I will still become an unqualified lord. You see, I was fooled by Anqiluo and others for so many years without knowing it. If I continue to sit in this position, I will inevitably be deceived by others. Moreover, what I dealt with before were all fabricated things. I am afraid that I have no idea about the real situation in the territory. There is no one around me who can be trusted. What should I do?"

He put down the water cup, covered his face with his hands, and looked at a loss.

Okay, it's time to play the role of a close brother.

Paul stretched out his right arm and tightly embraced Mailon's back, "Hey, brother. Your last sentence really hurt me. Have you forgotten that you still have me, your blood-sworn brother? At least you can trust me."

"Don't worry, I will help you. I will help you in any way you need. Under my protection, no one can deceive you or plot against you again."

Mailon turned his head and saw Paul looking at him with a warm smile on his face, looking like an extremely reliable good man.

"Thank you, Paul."

He thanked him very sincerely, but asked, "But what should I do now?"

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum!

"This is what I should do."

Paul held up a finger and said, "Seeing you are so distressed, I have a suggestion. If you don't have anyone you can rely on for the time being, maybe I can ask General Manager Ford to help you. He is proficient in various government affairs and manages Alda in an orderly manner. Although Bailding is older than Alda, it should not be difficult for him."

"Of course, the premise is that you agree to this proposal. And we will report to you on matters related to Bailding. After all, you are the real lord of Bailding, and you have the final say on all matters in your territory."

"Until you find a capable and trustworthy new general manager."

After Paul finished this sentence, he looked into Myron's eyes, waiting for his brother's reply.

To his surprise, the other party barely hesitated. After hearing this, Myron breathed a sigh of relief, then held his hand tightly and said, "I think this is a good idea, Paul, let's do as you say. I have talked with General Manager Ford several times recently. He is indeed a steady and reliable old man. With his assistance, Bayerding will surely get better and better."

"Well... since you agree, let's do it." This is really a pleasant surprise. He originally only wanted a few mines, but he didn't expect that Myron would hand over the management rights of Bayerding to him so readily after he said it casually.

Bayerding is larger in area and more populous than Alda. With all the resources on it, he can be more free.

Paul hammered his palm hard and said excitedly, "Tomorrow we will set out to the fiefdoms of those traitors, pull them out for trial, and avenge Uncle Garnard!"

Thanks to "The Cunning Villain Is Me" for the reward.