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Chapter 235 - 163 Vampire and Black Night Laws (5505)_1

Chapter 235: Chapter 163 Vampire and Black Night Laws (5505)_1

Ivita sent Rayli to the city of Parviga with money to find a tailor to make cloaks from five different materials, setting a budget of about 10 gold pounds.

At the same time, he ordered the Knight Griffin to gather the troops within his domain, garrison the castle, and issued a temporary recruitment mission.

Feudal soldiers were as such, only acting as soldiers when needed, and were otherwise farmers, carpenters, and other civilians when not needed.

Therefore, their combat capabilities were hard to guarantee.

This was because an unknown number of armies were about to arrive in their territory.

Ivita also stopped his magic research, left his study to the care of his servant and the Water Elemental, and went to the lawn under the castle to inspect the troops gathered on the castle’s internal lawn.

At this point, Tartax, holding a book, approached and said: "Lord Ivita. The blacksmiths have been mostly recruited. Compensation has been paid to the families of the five blacksmiths who previously died."

"Their death is a real pity."

Ivita said: "To prevent such incidents in the future, I have ordered the Water Elemental to patrol the entire castle, the foundry, and the soap factory."

"From now on, no one will be able to sneak into our territory and easily kill our valuable technicians."

Tartax frowned, but said nothing. He continued, "That would be ideal."

"Your behavior of recruiting a large number of technicians from the surrounding areas has almost depleted the surrounding areas of its technicians and improved their treatment."

"Of course, your unusual behavior has attracted the attention of nearby domain lords and city councils. I worry that some will target your soap factory and foundry within your territory."

Ivita looked at this anti-magic fanatic somewhat surprisingly.

Unexpectedly, this guy had no objections to it at all.

Tartax, holding his book, looked at Ivita and said: "My lord, I’m not a stubborn person. And in my view, the soap factory is a very important thing. Previously, only the large nobles could afford such cleansers, perhaps it could be popularized to the civilians."

"So, under this premise, it would be inevitable to use magic to protect the soap factory."

Tartax said, "However, the mayor of the Thirteen States is coming, and we lack the experience and resources to deal with such a high-ranking noble, let alone a head of state."

Ivita raised his eyebrows, he too lacked that experience.

Whether in my past life or this world, I have no experience in dealing with heads of state.

But on second thought, if I hadn’t been deposed, I would be the king of Alsace now.

Tartax whispered: "I’m afraid we will make a fool of ourselves, become the joke of others, and lose face for the Ambros people."

Ivita smiles lightly. "Tartax, you’re wrong."

"In diplomatic relations between countries, the only thing that will truly make others look down on you is your lack of power."

"For border barons like us, the correct etiquette doesn’t matter. After all, no one would expect us to know it."

"I just hope that nothing happens during the troops’ passage and that it doesn’t affect our civilians."

"Besides that, I have nothing else to worry about."

Tartax was startled, but soon started to laugh as well. "You’re right."

"You are indeed more practical in your approach."

"Although lacking manners may earn a few jeers for a moment, no one would disregard a powerful Baron. Power is the foundation of everything."

"The Frankish people were also just tribes of barbarians initially, established on the ruins of an ancient civilization, lacking etiquette. However, their strong power made their unkept long hair a symbol of nobility."

"From this, people rushed to imitate them, and praised them as the ’Long Hair King’".

Ivita nodded.

At this moment, an attendant of the Knight Griffin was carrying a large wooden box towards the lawn. He then threw the box on the ground.

Ivita turned curiously to the Knight Griffin, "What are these?"

The knight wiped the sweat from his face, bent down and opened the box, revealing a dazzling array of gilt tableware and silver-plated dishes.

Both Tartax and Ivita were stunned.

Especially the latter, he didn’t first consider where the knight had gotten the tableware from, but how much money he could make if he sold all of this expensive tableware.

Ivita asked: "Where did you get all this?"

"I didn’t bring it." The knight wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Lord Ivita, it was given to us by officials from Ambros City."

"Because he came from the Ambros Basin and did not pass through the toll station, no one informed you."

"He said that as foreign state guests are visiting, we must uphold the reputation of the Ambros people. So, he sent these utensils a day in advance. Also, he brought many male and female servants, saying he wanted to hold a professional banquet."

Ivita was bewildered.

Well, it seems that the people from the Ambros City Council value first impressions. So, they sent envoys here in advance to wait for the mayor of the Thirteen States.

But that makes sense.

I’m not inviting the mayor on behalf of my own baron’s territory.

At this moment, I am representing the entire Ambros Country, inviting the mayor.

The Ambros City Council should support me.