The headache of Duke Felix intensified. With his intelligence, did he not realize this might be a "strategy"?
No, this couldn’t be called strategy; this was a damn conspiracy!
Duke Felix would bet his wife’s ashes that it all seed prepared, and then those foolish people just jumped in.
But as things had already happened, saying these words seed aningless, and more importantly, the young Count could produce evidence.
He didn’t even question whether the evidence was real. Since the young Count could present it, it inevitably showed he wasn’t afraid of others examining its authenticity.
The problem now was that if they wanted the young Count to back down, they must et his conditions.
Hand over Kipling and the industries he stole, and make up for the stated twenty million losses.
The Duke sighed softly, looking up at the young junior in front of him, about the age of his grandson. As if casually asking, "Why did you place so much money in a financial company?"
This was also a loophole he hoped to seize, and then bargain with the young Count to balance it out.
The young Count responded quickly, almost imdiately, "Your Grace, isn’t it almost New Year?"
"The past two winters have been particularly cold, and many people need to increase their reserves for winter; they need money."
"I prepared this money to deal with such ergencies. Although the Imperial Family reclaid our feudal estates, when people encounter problems, we still need to help them out, right?"
"Not everyone is as cold-blooded as the Imperial Family; we don’t do things that way!"
Nobles lending money to the poor was a tradition. It sounded unbelievable, but in the past, this was tradition.
After all, people within their feudal estates were considered private property. If soone’s family lacked money and found it hard to live, they might escape.
Once people started escaping, it could trigger a series of similar situations, leading to no one left on the Lord’s land to farm, herd, or do other things.
When soone needed money, they sought loans from nobles. Unless the nobles really had no money left, or if the amount needed was so large and complex, they wouldn’t refuse.
Even so poor nobles would rather endure hardships themselves, selling their family’s heirloom silverware for money to lend to the commoners, rather than lose face!
"Noble Lord" in the Middle Ages was not only a symbol of status and privilege but also ca with responsibilities.
This tradition was maintained within Duke Felix’s own family; he naturally knew that with each New Year, so poor people would hope to borrow so money for winter.
The sums weren’t large, three to five hundred dollars or a thousand or two, anything more beca comrcialized, possibly requiring investigations, and they would draft similar contracts—no one complained about having too much money after all.
The young Count’s reasoning had no flaws. Even though Duke Felix knew this little son of a bitch was lying, there wasn’t much he could do.
"You should go back..."
The young Count directly interrupted him, "Duke Felix, this is the last ti I am trusting you on this matter..."
Duke Felix looked at him, frowning a little, "I’ll call you first thing if there’s any result."
Soon after, the young Count left, but Duke Felix knew he couldn’t restrain this young man anymore.
From the beginning, they seemingly never considered compromising, directly heading towards an inter-noble warfare.
At this critical mont...frankly, it greatly affects everyone, but stopping them from going to war seems impossible now.
With his experience, he knew it was impossible for the old nobility and Kipling to co up with twenty million Fla, let alone separate and return Kipling’s industries to the young Count.
He only dutifully made a phone call to the old nobility, then said sothing with a gloomy face before hanging up.
Without a doubt, the old Earl also hoped he wouldn’t continue to involve himself.
What seed like a simple matter now beca so complicated, and Duke Felix imdiately thought about that little bastard Lynch.
Little bastard was a term he used with teeth-gnashing hatred. He knew the young Count would unconditionally follow Lynch’s arrangents to a certain extent. If it weren’t for Lynch, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.
Just a few days ago, he had told Lynch not to leave the Imperial Capital. Now, he wished he could arrange a bomber to airlift Lynch back to the Federation overnight!
But this matter wasn’t so easy.
Lynch ca here as a "Diplomat"; when he leaves and how he does so are up to the Pri Minister.
Now, with Gafura and the Federation in so necessary honeymoon phase, expelling a Federation diplomat is sothing that anyone with a normal mind knows won’t happen!
Gafura increasingly relies on the Federation; this identity is too advantageous!
The young Count soon arrived in the room where Lynch was, also one of the young Count’s properties he had just recently purchased, of course under soone else’s na.
Looking at the burning company, the young Count didn’t appear displeased; on the contrary, he seed sowhat excited.
"That money..."
Just as he started to speak, Lynch raised his hand, "Hold on a bit, arrange for people to not let others in to clear the area, at least until we get the result we want."
"Once things go as we expect, then we take out the money."
The ten million in cash ntioned by the young Count was well justified, and it was personally delivered here by the Royal Bank.
This money has never been taken out, and so remnants of ashes suspected to be from the burning of currency can still be seen on site.
Most of these ashes still appear to maintain their pre-burn state.
All these have been photographed and docunted, ready to be brought out at any ti as crucial evidence.
Lynch is not afraid to use more scientific thods to test the components of these items, knowing that Gafura issued many war bonds at the outbreak of war.
So war bonds have already been redeed, but so are delayed and seem unlikely to be redeed.
Previously, Federation’s bonds also seed unlikely to be redeed, but following a series of incidents, so of these bonds eventually were redeed, leaving the remainder still being redeed yearly.
However, not all regions are as lucky as Federation; those bonds that cannot be redeed are like waste paper, and Lynch acquired quite a few at very low prices.
Their manufacturing process is the sa as Gafura’s currency process, and even the machines that print them are the sa ones on the currency printing assembly line.
Now, what needs to be done is to wait quietly.
As for that money and ledger, they’ve actually been hidden away in a safe place...
In the evening, quite a few people had gathered in the room—they were the new generation nobles who followed Lynch’s advice and went with him to the Alia Region, quickly growing there.
Over there, they have more status and prestige than the major nobles on the Main Island; they can be considered quite successful.
Yet, unfortunately, the nobles on the Main Island look down on them, which makes them very frustrated.
"Once we make a move, there will be no turning back. If you haven’t made up your mind yet, you can rethink."
It’s no easy task to "go to war" with those old nobles, especially on the Main Island, where their power is more extensive, as are their connections.
The new generation nobles fall short in these areas, with few people able to help them, putting them at a disadvantage.
A Viscount in his thirties looked at Lynch, a bit tense, his hand holding the wine glass sweaty.
"Mr. Lynch, I have a question..."
Lynch nodded slightly, indicating him to speak.
The man first thanked Lynch and then said, "Do we have a chance to win?" He squeezed out a smile as he spoke, "It’s not that I’m scared, just... wanting to know if our efforts will be rewarded?"
Others also watched Lynch. The reason they went to war with the Noble Group this ti wasn’t because they were enchanted by soone, like Lynch, but out of necessity.
Once the Noble Group truly defeats the Imperial Family, which everyone believes is inevitable, these old nobles will undoubtedly start to ddle in Alia’s affairs.
The environnt the new generation nobles rely on will beco harsh again, uglier than ever.
Those old nobles simply don’t see them as equals, dealing with them more viciously than those tail-wagging rchants!
Based on this concern, Lynch took on the responsibility because he found a way out for everyone and has substantial profits in the Alia Region.
He’s invested assets worth over a billion there, with his businesses providing many job opportunities for the local society!
The simplest way to protect one’s wealth and prevent robbery is to take the initiative and kill all the robbers!
Lynch looked at the others, his face full of undeniable confidence, "Of course, it’s certain."
"If this had happened at any other ti, I couldn’t promise you like I can now that I can do it!"
"Now the situation is different; the main opponent of the Noble Group is the Imperial Family, while our opponents are the Noble Group. So can we say that we are seemingly on the sa side as the Imperial Family?"
A simple rhetorical question made everyone think seriously, while Lynch continued, "With the Imperial Family and those Royalist Party as our natural allies, we have the strength to go to war with the Noble Group!"
"They are not invincible; there are too many people and complex entangled powers, making it impossible for them to unite entirely."
"But we can!"
"I can’t imagine why we would lose!"
"Victory is ours, gentlen!"
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