In the sumr so hot that it makes you wonder whether you’re made of water, lying in a room at a temperature in the teens, covered with a quilt to sleep, what kind of experience is that?
Thinking about this, so nobles in the room recalled the spring not long ago.
Spring and autumn are the favorite seasons for the nobles, with temperatures neither too cold nor too hot. They wouldn’t be sweating all over with just a bit of clothing like now.
They wouldn’t need, like in winter, either to shiver to maintain their so-called "noble deanor" or to make themselves look as dignified as a country farr.
Spring is good, autumn is also good, Lynch’s words made their expressions change sowhat.
"A device that can control the room temperature?", a noble repeated, "If that were true, it would be great!"
Without any other incident, this topic, which barely counts as a discussion about temperature, was about to conclude, but how could Lynch let this hard-to-raise topic end just like that?
"Doesn’t Gafura have this technology?" His seemingly innocent question and tone, along with the smile on his face, combined with his Federation identity, ford a provocation that couldn’t be ignored.
At this ti, the imaginative nobles only had one scene in their minds—Lynch arrogantly stepping on them, loudly mocking the backwardness of Gafura’s technology.
Nobles are a very special breed, they cherish their face more than their life—most of the ti, it’s indeed like this.
Perhaps soone will ntion the redemption system between nobles during wars. In reality, this system is not as people imagine, where nobles captured by the enemy would be humiliated.
Once a noble declares their identity, the opponent not only won’t humiliate them but would invite them as honored guests.
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They would dine in the sa restaurant, enjoy operas together, have afternoon tea together, enjoy dinner together...
The defeated nobles were almost never treated humiliatingly, as if they hadn’t been defeated, just visiting a friend’s house, waiting for their family to gather enough money to redeem them.
In Gafura’s history, there’s a story of a noble family unwilling to redeem a defeated noble, causing him to feel humiliated and eventually commit suicide on velvet bedding.
The dignity of nobles is very important to them.
Lynch’s words undoubtedly stirred so Gafura nobles’ dissatisfaction and anger, causing unfriendly glances towards him.
"Of course we have..." a noble quickly continued Lynch’s words, "but these thermostats are temporarily only supplied to the Imperial Family. It won’t be long before they beco widespread."
He stamred when he started speaking, not fluent, clearly hadn’t thought about how to make it up, but the more he talked, the more fluent he beca.
If the Federation’s thermostats had really started to spread, there’s no reason not to export them.
Nowadays, any product that can make money is first supplied to the affluent and exported.
It’s not that they don’t supply the dostic lower class, but the profit from supplying the lower class is not as big as the profit from exporting. Many tech products receive subsidies and tax rebates when exported.
Selling a product for one hundred dollars dostically might yield less than twenty percent profit, but selling abroad, the tax rebates and subsidies already make the profit reach a satisfactory level, plus the selling profit, can only earn more.
If they really had these and they had spread, Gafura would definitely be a dumping country. The nobles here love to enjoy most.
So this noble firmly believes that the Federation’s thermostats have not yet reached the point of "flooding," his response seems reasonable.
Lynch didn’t argue, just smiled modestly, but his smile and silence didn’t give people the impression of "admitting defeat," instead, it felt very much like a provocative "mocking."
He seed to be silently mocking the nobles’ powerless sophistry, as if seeing through the truth behind the lies.
"What, doesn’t Lynch Baron believe?"
His smile was so... annoying, soone impatiently interjected a line. At this mont, Lynch vaguely beca everyone’s "enemy," becoming the one targeted.
"Believe, how could I not believe?" He spread his hands, seemingly gentle smile now twisted in everyone’s hearts, "I believe every word you say!"
Clearly harmless words, but from Lynch’s mouth suddenly made people uncomfortable, wishing to give him a few hard hits on the face.
Soone couldn’t help but ask, "Baron Lynch, what do you think are the differences between the Empire and the Bail Federal?"
There are many federations in the world, this Federation, that Federation, the place Lynch ca from is called the "Bail Federal," in Gafura people’s mouths, they won’t say "Gafura," but "Empire."
Just like in Bail Federal, they would say "Federation and Gafura."
These words seem unremarkable, but Lynch and others can feel the hidden anger within, he pursed his lips, looked around, clearly peaceful gaze but in those wearing "colored glasses," beca provocative.
"This place is great, preserving so traditional features. For example, the streets outside the Imperial Palace, it’s said that the paving stones have a history longer than the one seen by the Federation."
"There are also so places with historical stories, I even saw rickshaws..."
Lynch talked a lot about the places he thought were nice here. The expressions of the nobles relaxed a bit, and their gazes towards Lynch seed a bit more friendly.
They felt they were being overly sensitive, viewing the issue from the wrong angle. Lynch didn’t seem like a difficult person to get along with.
But this thought quickly disappeared.
After sharing his impressions, Lynch smiled and said, "This place maintains many excellent and unique traditions. The city looks as I imagined."
"Baron Lynch, what does it look like in your imagination?"
"Like the Middle Ages. Before I ca, I thought you might be riding horses on the road, relying mainly on letters for long-distance communication."
"Commoners wearing plain long skirts or pant skirts, wearing wide-brimd hats..."
"The air should also be filled with a bit of cow dung sll!"
This is no longer a feature, it’s fucking backward!
"I don’t know where you heard this is the ’tradition’ of the Empire. Clearly, you’ve been misled by your source. Our country is very advanced, in technology not any worse than Bail, and in so areas even better than Bail!"
Lynch did not argue back, just nodded repeatedly with a face acknowledging it, as if saying, "Okay, okay, you’re right, you have a point, don’t say more," which made them even angrier.
It’s like after working yourself up, ready to draw a knife and fight the enemy, the enemy looks at you with a face saying, "I don’t want to bully the weak," and says, "You’re powerful, alright?"
That feeling is like arguing with a woman in her thirties, and she puts her hands on her hips, asking you, "Who the hell is being unreasonable between us?"
It clearly doesn’t hurt much, but the anger flares up!
The nobles took a deep breath, they found the core the of today’s salon: making Lynch realize how serious the consequences of his outrageous words are here.
The first noble to speak stood up, his voice a bit loud.
When soone does this in a salon, it ans this topic might draw more people’s attention.
The exchanges in other places stopped, people looked at this noble, wanting to hear what he had to say.
"We always hear that the Bail Federal is renowned worldwide for its technological advancents. Baron Lynch, we haven’t been to that place which was only a convict exile in the past, so we’re not clear how advanced your technology is."
Lynch, like a real noble, didn’t show anger at others’ words, which would be a lack of cultivation. He pondered for a mont and said, "It’s hard to summarize simply, but I think if we materialize so abstract things, it’ll be easier to understand."
"The embodint of technology often shows in important industrial fields, like the chemical, dical, and electronic industries."
"So things I’m not very familiar with, but since this gentleman wants to talk about comparisons between two countries, I’ll talk about what I know."
A noble asked, "Baron Lynch, what do you want to talk about?"
Those nobles who initially didn’t know what was happening here finally understood what was going on after so explanation, being mocked by a Federation person was sothing the nobles could not endure.
This isn’t just about the historical relationship between Gafura and the Federation, like them mocking the Federation for being a place for convict exile.
It’s more because of a naval battle that changed the world order; hatred is not so easily resolved, especially this kind of hatred.
Soone had already inford the Emperor about what happened here. The Emperor wasn’t too concerned, just instructing to keep an eye on it and avoid the nobles collectively beating Lynch, as it wouldn’t look good for him.
Now the ti was about right, Lynch smiled slightly, "Let’s talk about military matters."
"You know, I have a personal military organization engaged in military outsourcing, so I’m a bit more familiar with this field."
"The first area where it can be applied, besides dical, should be military. Maybe we can find so clear comparisons in this issue..."
What followed was a series of seemingly earnest but dubious "true revelations." To "bring honor to the country," Lynch shared so military equipnt information that even Gafura people hadn’t obtained.
Like more detailed paraters of so new standard weapons, like so artillery paraters.
This salon was destined to be rembered by many people and even by history. When Lynch pointed to the sky and said, "We have developed a 275mm caliber field gun," the nobles all gasped.
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