The mont Lot heard Morgan's words, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Why does Morgan know about OL attire?
Could it be…?
"Odd changes, even stays the sa?"
The words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them.
A transmigrator… Could there be another transmigrator in this world besides ?
And it's my wife?!
If so, then a husband-and-wife pair of transmigrators would be unstoppable—gods would be slain before gods, Buddhas crushed beneath their feet. Their future would be nothing short of glorious.
[Are we… from the sa hotown?]
But after he said this, all he got from Morgan was a look of utter confusion.
????????
Horndog, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?
I've never heard anything like this before!
And what are you thinking in that head of yours?
How are we from the sa hotown?!
"What are you talking about?"
Morgan asked, baffled.
Seeing her expression, Lot lightly smacked his own forehead.
Well, looks like even if she is a transmigrator, she's probably not from my world.
"English?"
Lot tried switching to modern English.
Morgan's confusion only deepened.
(Note: While this is indeed Britain, modern English didn't erge until around the 1700s. So Morgan wouldn't understand Lot's contemporary phrasing.)
"Lot, are you speaking so kind of dialect from your holand?"
Morgan asked, still perplexed.
"Ah, never mind." Lot waved his hand dismissively, steering the conversation away.
Her reaction didn't seem fake.
If she doesn't understand English or Chinese… then she probably isn't from the 21st century either.
[Then how does she know about OL attire?]
[Did I ntion it myself?]
[No way, I've never brought it up to her before!]
[How the hell does she know?!]
Hehe, horndog, you have no idea—I've been hearing every single thought of yours.
"That… is a woman's secret." Morgan leaned in close, her voice dripping with mischief. "Lot, instead of asking how I know about OL attire, why don't you ask yourself… do you want to see it?"
Her expression was downright seductive.
[Of course I want to see it! And not just OL outfits—maids, schoolgirls, flight attendants, policewon… I want to see them all!]
Good grief, this guy's fantasies are out of control!
Morgan listened to his inner monologue, internally facepalming.
At the sa ti, her curiosity deepened.
These concepts… they've never existed before. How did he suddenly co up with them?
It's just like how he's technically a virgin yet acts like an experienced playboy.
It's utterly baffling.
Right now, Morgan was itching to interrogate Lot until every last secret was wrung out of him.
But she knew that forcing the issue would only damage their relationship.
Fine. I'll find out sooner or later anyway.
For now, she set the matter aside and focused on helping Lot with the administrative work.
As they worked, Morgan began to understand the state of Lot's territory.
His domain was centered in the Orkney region—mostly isolated islands with vast stretches of ocean. The land area was smaller compared to other nobles of equal rank, but in terms of prosperity, it far surpassed them.
Reading through Lot's docunts, Morgan couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
This man really knows how to spend money.
Other nobles would guard their treasuries like dragons, stationing entire armies to keep even a single fly from slipping in. But Lot? He never hoarded wealth—in fact, he'd burned through much of the fortune accumulated by the previous King of Orkney.
And he didn't squander it on lavish estates or courting famous beauties to his palace for entertainnt.
No, he poured every coin into developnt.
Loans for farrs, construction of irrigation systems and fisheries, road repairs…
"Are you sure it's wise not to save anything?"
"Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to provide for you." Lot grinned at her.
[Money only has value when it circulates in the market. Locked away in a vault, it's just gathering dust. I spend now to earn more later. Ensuring farrs can live decently and promoting handicrafts—that's how you truly enrich a territory. In this era, I'm the pioneer of economic developnt!]
Morgan listened, then nodded in agreent. "You're right. Money only matters when it's moving."
Lot's face froze.
…Huh?
[I just thought that! How does she know?!]
Hearing his stunned inner voice, Morgan smirked in triumph.
That's what you get for spouting nonsense I couldn't understand earlier, Lot. Now that I've got you completely figured out, you'd better serve your queen properly.
That said… his logic was sound.
Most nobles hoarded wealth, only for it to end up as ransom when enemies sacked their castles. If they were going to lose it anyway, why not spend it all upfront?
With a powerful army, they could crush their foes outright—then demand ransom from them instead.
Hmph. Lot's way of thinking is genuinely impressive.
A noble with this mindset is a rare breed. No doubt the others would never understand.
But don't worry.
Once I beco Queen of Calot, I'll implent this across the entire kingdom.
I'll forge the strongest army and leave those stuck-up nobles speechless.
…But that's for later.
Right now, I'm going to enjoy the look on my horndog's face—shocked, then awed.
Did you really think you were the only clever one in this world?
Morgan rested her chin on her hand, watching Lot with amusent.
Then, she heard his next thought.
[As expected of my wife—she's on the sa wavelength as . Morgan's the best.]
…Seriously?
Morgan nearly choked.
Good grief!
Horndog, where's your dignity as a master strategist?!
Normal people would feel either defeated or challenged when outwitted!
But you're just sitting there thinking, "My wife is amazing!"
If you keep this up…
I'll… I'll…
I'll kiss you!!
Admittedly, even though Lot's reactions kept catching her off guard… they did make her inexplicably happy.
"Alright, let's move on to discussing our strategy against Vortigern."
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