In fact, the amount of money these rchants could offer was even more astonishing than Perfikot had anticipated.
When the five Pioneer Knight appointnt docunts were brought out, everyone fell into a frenzy.
The first appointnt docunt perhaps only fetched around seventy thousand gold pounds because it was the initial bid stage, and Perfikot hadn’t set a minimum price, so everyone was just testing the waters.
But as for the second and third docunts, once all the qualified rchants or their representatives finished warming up, the bidding price started to soar.
Perfikot used a very frustrating trick; the first docunt indeed had no starting bid, but the remaining four did, with each one’s starting price being the previous one’s closing price.
This ant that the prices of the later docunts would go even higher.
This caused a frenzy over the second and third docunts, because if those two weren’t won, the remaining two would be even harder to obtain.
These rchants and their representatives naturally weren’t happy to bid this way, but they had no grounds to argue.
After all, these were noble titles, and even the lowest-ranked knight title required official ennoblent.
So far, besides Perfikot’s venue, there was no other channel in the Empire where noble titles could be bought with money.
So even knowing there was a big pitfall, they had no choice but to dive in.
And one by one, they did so eagerly.
The transaction price for the second docunt reached twelve thousand gold pounds, nearly doubling the first, while the third soared to an astounding seventeen thousand gold pounds.
"Tsk-tsk, you have to admit, these guys truly have money!" Perfikot watched as these folks nearly fought over re pieces of paper, expressing awe aloud.
Beside her, Duke Gloucester shook his head and sighed, "These are noble titles; for them, it’s a leap in social status. With it, they can truly beco part of the noble class. How could they be stingy on this matter?"
Over here, Duke Gloucester, who had specially taken this flight to the Northern Territory to discuss the ongoing expansion plans with Perfikot, chuckled, "If this were in Langton, you wouldn’t believe it could fetch a million gold pounds."
"Are they really that wealthy?" Perfikot said with a clearly mocking tone.
Hearing her obvious scoffing, Sir McIntock, the comrce minister who accompanied Duke Gloucester, couldn’t help but remark, "Since the Industrial Revolution, the Empire’s rchants have beco wealthy; their assets are indeed impressive.
Even regular small factory owners have at least a few thousand gold pounds worth of assets, while mid-level rchants and factory owners range between twenty thousand and fifty thousand gold pounds. The large rchants and factory owners could offer up to millions of gold pounds.
The gap between them is jaw-dropping; compared to them, traditional nobles’ thods of accumulating wealth are truly outdated."
"Is that true? If they’re really that wealthy, what if I write another five appointnt docunts for you to auction in Langton? How much could one earn?" Perfikot listened to Sir McIntock’s words, showing a playful expression.
Beside her, Duke Gloucester hurried to dissuade, "Count Brandelis, it doesn’t matter in the Northern Territory, but if you truly auction titles in the Empire’s heartland, you’d offend many."
Although Duke Gloucester’s words seed a bit incomplete, Perfikot still understood his aning.
She herself ca from a traditional noble family and knew well what these people were thinking.
A rchant acting like a nouveau riche, capable of buying a title granted to those who served the country relentlessly, sotis even falling in battle, equalizing hundreds of years of heritage and surpassing generational accumulations could naturally rub them the wrong way.
However, Perfikot didn’t care about this, instead sneered, "And what if I offend people? They wouldn’t dare co to the Northern Territory to trouble , would they? Besides, in two years, it’s about that thing; the Empire’s heartland is destined to be abandoned, and soon they’ll be scrambling to get here.
When the Empire’s heartland is abandoned and they all co to the Northern Territory, we’ll see who’s offending whom!"
Upon hearing Perfikot’s words, Duke Gloucester and Sir McIntock exchanged glances, seeing mutual helplessness in each other’s eyes.
For the current Perfikot, indeed, she feared offending no one.
The Empire needed her for the Northern Territory expansion, and the Royal Family, Noble Council, and the Privy Council would support her relentlessly. As the Lord of the Northern Territory holding life-and-death authority, even without the looming apocalypse, she wasn’t soone they could easily offend.
As for offending, in peaceti, Perfikot doing so would result in public outcry; though they couldn’t overtly oppose her, there’d be much criticism behind the scenes, even concerted exclusion by the entire noble circle.
Even if Perfikot were the Lord of the Northern Territory or an esteed minister, Empire law didn’t mandate nobles to be polite or praise her.
But now? The entire Empire relies on the Northern Territory expansion plan for a chance amidst the apocalypse.
Offend Perfikot in such a context? Are they truly confident the Northern Territory’s soil won’t bury n, or that Perfikot’s blade isn’t lethal?
Indeed, when the ti cos, it will be as she said; it’s not her offending them, but them offending her.
With that understanding, Duke Gloucester ceased advising, only telling Perfikot, "Since Count Brandelis, you’ve said so, I won’t advise further. However, you should consider carefully with the docunt auctions; scarcity increases value, and selling too many will diminish it.
The Empire’s nobles already spent considerable money; if you release another batch, they’ll truly turn against you.
Though you’re not afraid, such a matter remains troubleso, and it’s better avoided to not impact the Northern Territory expansion plan, isn’t it?"
Hearing Duke Gloucester, Perfikot wasn’t surprised he knew about her dealings with the Empire’s nobles regarding appointnt docunts; after all, there’s no wall without cracks.
"Alright, since Duke Gloucester, you’ve advised." Perfikot said sowhat bored, her gaze fixed on the fourth appointnt docunt already reaching twenty thousand gold pounds, right when soone else bid, raising it to twenty-one thousand gold pounds.
User Comments
0 comments from readers