Chapter 521 Tax Reform 6

Material life that the current world cannot provide

Is this why his lord works so hard? Bernard thought about it in his mind, but he couldn't imagine it.

"My lord, please forgive my short-sightedness, but I really can't imagine what else you can't get with your current power and wealth-if you really use them."

He raised his new question again.

"Oh, Bernard." There was a hint of pity in Paul's voice. "I want to be able to communicate with friends thousands of miles away by using my hands. Can this world give me that?"

"I want to browse news from all over the world while eating, and exchange my views with all kinds of people from different places around the world. Can this world give me that?"

"I want to record the interesting moments in my life with images, and then take them out and savor them over and over again in my spare time. Can this world give me that?"

"Hey, Bernard, I know what you want to say." Paul waved his hand to stop the secretary who wanted to speak.

He continued: "Yes, you are right. Hire more manpower, buy more fast horses, even build more optical base stations, and hire more painters. Wouldn't it be possible to accomplish what I want?" Nothing? But..."

“I want to be able to hear my friend’s voice when I’m on the phone and he can hear mine. I want the news I see to be illustrated and documented. I want it to be recorded.”

“If I say I want to put what I want to do into a palm-sized box that can be operated with one hand, can the world give me such a small box?”

"This is impossible!" Bernard shouted in disbelief upon hearing Paul's "fantasy." "It is impossible to make such a box in the world."

"This is the world [now], Bernard."

Paul embellished Bernard's description, and Bernard saw the overwhelming confidence on his face.

"But I think it will be made sooner or later. One hundred years? Two hundred years? Five hundred years? One thousand years? Sooner or later."

"What I want to do is to promote this process and make this box...and the things behind this box appear in the world as soon as possible."

Paul put his feet on the table again, and said with a sense of sadness in his tone:

"Yes, from a pessimistic point of view, I may never see it appear in my life, but people have to have some hope, right? Are you right?"

The lord's dream made Bernard feel both ridiculous and real. It was ridiculous because he didn't believe in the existence of that kind of thing, and it was real because of the confidence in the lord's tone. Thinking of all the previous inventions of Earl Grayman, Bernard was really not sure about it. His words were dismissed as nonsense.

The office was quiet for a few seconds.

"Lord Grayman!" Bernard decided not to continue the previous topic. He took out a document and placed it on Paul's case.

"Lord Cecil asked me to pass this document to you before he left. He did not report to you personally because he was in an emergency. This document is the selection information for Arda's envoy in the Horn Bay."

Paul happily picked up the document, "Oh? So fast."

As the situation in Cape Bay changed, Paul increasingly felt the need for a permanent official representative in Cape Bay.

At first, he considered Ladi Setia, but considering that her identity as a witch was too sensitive at this juncture, and his own little selfishness, Paul finally excluded Ladi.

Finally, after careful consideration, he decided to choose from those people from the northwest bay who frequented Cape Bay - especially businessmen.

He instructed Cecil, the head of intelligence, to select a suitable candidate for him.

The reason why Cecil was asked to do this was because the Intelligence Department had contacted businessmen from the Northwest Bay who went to Cape Bay, and asked them to collect various information about Cape Bay within the scope of conventional means and provide it to the Intelligence Department. Naturally, The identities and biographies of these businessmen were registered with the Ministry of Intelligence, so Paul left the job of selecting official representatives to Cecil.

"So quickly, this guy Cecil couldn't just find someone to deal with me."

Paul muttered as he opened the file.

"Friedrich List?"

…

Collins' General Fedotov watched with satisfaction as his own army forced the enemy Eton army back step by step.

There was a knight in the Etonian army wearing a white helmet who was very conspicuous. He was the ruler of this country, the Archduke Cabre. Before the battle began, according to ancient etiquette, the generals of both sides informed each other of their names, so Fedor Toph could recognize him.

At this time, Grand Justice Cabret was wielding a strange-shaped long sword and fighting hard. Almost no one among the Skitarii knights around him was his opponent. But one person's bravery cannot change the situation of the entire battlefield.

The Etonians fought very bravely, but their soldiers were a little immature and obviously lacked training, and their cooperation with each other was very poor.

Fedotov guessed that it was because most of Eaton's main forces had joined the Corner Bay Alliance. It seems that the Skitarii's strategy was very successful on an overall level.

The goddess of victory is already waving to herself.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"Hahaha!" Fedotov couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh.

"General, your name will be heard throughout the entire Horn Bay from now on."

His subordinate Harper was very diligent in flattering him.

"My dear Harper." Ferdopov looked at him somewhatly, "It seems that those wizards who defeated you did not show up today."

"Uh ..." Harper's face flashed on his face for a while embarrassed, "They must be afraid of your power, running in advance."

"Hmm!" Ferdopov did not doubt Harper's falsehood. He thought Harper must have met a wizard.

According to the report of the soldiers who ran back from the Pioneer Forces, the wizard was led by a strong man holding a rough iron chain, and seemed to be afraid of his casualties. The swords in the hands of the military soldiers were cut on their thin leather armor, but it seemed to be cut on a metal plate, and they collapsed.

Now that his main force is over, just below the wall of Heidera to crush the Hope of the Eaton people little by little.

That group of wizards still did not come. The "devout" Fidotov believed that it was because the Father's prestige was blessed to himself, so the wizards were afraid to appear.

"Harper, you can open your eyes and take a look. Even if those wizards appear, it is too late, and our army will shatter.

Festov slowly raised his head and said to his subordinates.

"General Fetof!" "General Fedetov!"

A Chuan Ling soldiers rode to him crazy to him.

Fervotov did not have a bad premonition without the original real estate.