Don't call me evil god

Chapter 242 The Countess's Decision
Earl of Ceylon Castle.

The Countess's study is located in the lower middle part of a tower on the east side of the castle. From the window, you can see the rolling farmlands and hazy hills outside Ceylon. When the morning light or the afterglow shines, comfortable light shines in through the specially made stained glass windows, covering the space with a dreamy veil.

Most of the nearly 100-square-meter space is occupied by various bookshelves and piles of books. The towering bookshelves almost touch the ceiling. They are made of dark oak, with complex and exquisite patterns carved on the sides. They are filled with all kinds of books, letters, and various documents from different sources.

The desk is located in the center of the study. It has a large desktop, a paperweight with the earl's coat of arms, an expensive feather pen, gleaming magic ink, and a lit magic lamp in the corner of the desk.

In the corner of the study, there is a comfortable cushioned sofa and a small coffee table, on which the butler has placed a cup of freshly brewed Northern Snow Country fragrant tea, the lingering tea fragrance and the scent of books intertwined.

There are all kinds of works of art hanging on the walls. From the outside, there are murals depicting ancient legends, rough reliefs that are obviously made by dwarves, and several gorgeous oil paintings with blurry and fantastic pictures.

"Ding, ding, ding."

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The middle-aged woman who was deep in thought behind the desk said softly.

Countess Ceylon, whose full name is Frigga Ceylon, took her husband's surname after marriage, and should now be called Frigga Ceylon Skov.

It’s just that the reputation of “Countess” is so loud that most people still default to calling her the Countess of Ceylon or the Count of Ceylon.

Her face was exquisite and picturesque, and the erosion caused by the adventures and hardships of her early years and the passage of time seemed to have had no effect on the countess.

Her facial features are three-dimensional and deep, her eyes sparkle with a bright and mysterious light, her nose is straight, her lips are rosy, and her long hair falls softly over her shoulders to her chest, like midnight satin, black and shiny.

She was wearing an exquisite long home dress, the overall combination was mainly dark colors, and the dark purple neckline brought out the pair of fair and plump breasts on her chest. Giving birth did not affect her nearly perfect figure, but added a bit of mature charm to her already alluring charm.

Almost everyone who sees the Countess of Ceylon for the first time will be infected by her unforgettable and extraordinary temperament and will be involuntarily attracted by her.

The year the Countess married her childhood sweetheart, many of the male nobles in the Reyak Kingdom shed tears in the night.

……

Winnex, the old butler who had served in the castle for many years, gently pushed open the door of the study.

"My Lord, there is a letter for you."

"It's the merchant in the city who runs a shop selling weapons, armor and other dwarven equipment."

The Countess of Ceylon pondered for a moment.

"What did he say in the letter?"

The old butler Winnex said politely, "He said that someone has been disrupting the market order near Ceylon recently, and he hopes you can come forward to regulate the industry."

"Is anyone still outside the castle?"

"No, as you ordered, the castle will not receive guests during this period, so the guards left the letter and asked him to leave."

"Do you need me to send someone to invite him back?"

The Countess shook her head slightly: "No, it's not necessary."

"Let me see the contents of the letter."

Winnex walked forward and handed over the envelope that had been opened in advance.

To ensure safety, Winnekes had actually read the specific contents of the letter.

But he was just the butler in the castle, responsible for serving the countess's life and helping her deal with various chores.

When it comes to decision-making on specific matters, unless the Countess asks for his views or opinions, he will not express any opinions, but will only relay the information neutrally and objectively.

The Countess of Ceylon poured out the letter and began to read it from the beginning.

She quickly glanced over the contents of the first page of letter paper. It was almost entirely filled with the bearded merchant's flattering and praising sentences using the writing style and words favored by the nobles of the kingdom.

The Countess was not interested in such things that had no practical value.

The second page is where we start:
"Selling at an extremely low price... destroying the market... industry regulations restricting business rights..."

What the bearded man wanted to express was actually not complicated. Apart from the nonsense words of praise that took up more than half of the article, the rest of his words meant that he hoped the countess, as the ruler of Ceylon, would introduce a bill or regulation to limit the number of operators in the name of "ensuring product quality."

Only licensed merchants can conduct business related to it within the territory of Ceylon.

To this end, the bearded merchant also proudly promised a series of "advantages" about how making the weapons and armor industry the exclusive domain of the Countess would help increase the income of the nobles, such as requiring additional fees to obtain licenses, and market regulation would help merchants make more money, which would in turn increase tax revenues accordingly.

Her gaze finally stopped on the word "Xiweiling".

"...Xiweiling."

The Countess suddenly asked the butler Winnex a nonsensical question:

"What's the situation like in the refugee camps outside the city?"

The old butler replied meticulously: "There is no problem at the moment."

"The recent charity and relief activities of the Glorious God Cult have been going smoothly, and the priests didn't notice anything."

The countess looked calm: "What about the actual situation?"

Winnex calmly replied: "More than 200 refugees have left the refugee camp during this period."

"How many people can we fight against in the new territories in the Dark Forest?"

"Currently, 49 people have been matched. The actual number should be higher because there are many refugees whose identities cannot be confirmed and their origins cannot be confirmed."

"What are the data from the ore merchant?"

"The newly emerged acquirers are gradually expanding their scale and have already acquired more than five times the amount they did when they first started."

There was no emotion on the countess's face. She lowered her head and looked at the letter handed in by the bearded man.

She made a decision.

"Don't worry about their competition, let the market decide."

"Where you need to set up cover, keep it up."

"Also, remind Nicole again for me."

"She can join in the fun during Hunting Month this year, but stay away from the people in the church."

The old butler Winnex agreed seriously.

"That's it. I'm going to rest now."

Winnex quietly left the study.

A breeze brought by the closed door blew up a document that was pressed down by a paperweight on the desk.

Notice on the Market-oriented Sale of the Self-produced Replacement Equipment of the Crusader Army in Ceylon

On the document, the golden-red circular emblem representing the image of the Glowing God Church was emitting a dazzling glow under the light.

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(End of this chapter)