Since last year, Cecil's things have become more and more common in the city.

The wheels ran over the newly built roads in the noble area. The high-quality road surface and the same high-quality wheels almost completely offset the bumps of the vehicle when driving. Peidinan Wendell sat in the black magic car. His eyes swept through the window and saw a new shop on the street renovating the storefront. Between the black steep buildings with a rather Aldernan style, a striking wide glass window occupied a whole wall towards the street. In the window were shelves that had not been packed. Workers hung signs in front of the store's main entrance, with several words written in beautiful flower letters:

“Best dessert – Cecil flavor”

"...It's like only Cecils know how to make desserts." Pei Dinnan frowned and couldn't help but mutter softly.

The housekeeper sat opposite him. The honest and reliable man who had served the Pei Dinnan family for decades shook his head: "In fact, the only one who opened the store was the locals - the Magic Movie Drama made those merchants with a keen sense of smell take action."

"Magic Movie Drama?" Pei Dinnan repeated the word that has been heard more and more frequently recently. "I have heard of it... Last winter, Cecil's merchant bought a piece of land in the south of the city and opened a new theater. But it was for civilians - the ticket price was low, and almost everyone was crowded in the same hall."

"Yes, it's a cheap drama for civilians, and at first no one watched it," said the housekeeper with a smile. "After all, no one knows what that thing is for-the upper class people are not interested, and civilians are very cautious about the small change in their pockets. However, more than a month ago, the Cecil merchants spent a lot of money to advertise in newspapers, and kept the theater open for free for three consecutive days. Now it has become hot all of a sudden and has brought some shops..."

The butler said, looking out the window, the shop known as "Cecil's Dessert" had already passed the car window and was about to disappear.

"It is said that several kinds of snacks have appeared repeatedly in the plot of the new drama. Finally, there is a scene where the main characters share the desserts after they meet safely, so the desserts inexplicably aroused people's interest - the store you just saw is actually the third one opened in the city."

Pei Dinnan listened to the butler's words, his face was quite incredible. He frowned and shook his head: "I really can't understand... The script should be elegant and profound. What are the Cecilians doing..."

"It is indeed difficult to understand, but the civilians seem to be very welcome - after all, compared to jewelry and manors, desserts are at least something they can afford, and they can also show their 'decent' in the middle class."

"You know very well," Pei Dinnan couldn't help but look at the butler, "Have you also watched the so-called 'magic drama'?"

"I haven't seen it," replied the housekeeper, "I'm past the age of loving drama and trendy things, but my son and two daughters went to see it, and the young man seemed to like that thing very much."

Pei Dinnan seemed to have been in a brief thought, then he shook his head, picked up the newspaper that he had placed aside, and continued the contents on it - this newspaper belonged to Aldernan. After the great success of the "Imperial" founded by Habier Reston, the emperor gradually opened up the channels for folk newspapers, but the threshold for running newspapers is still very high. To this day, there are only three or four popular newspapers in Aldernan. As a somewhat old nobleman, Pei Dinnan Wendell loves only one of the "Jazz Weekly".

Expanding the second page of the newspaper, the huge printed letters came into his eyes—

That was an advertisement for Cecil Steel Investments to recruit business staff in Aldernan.

The layout is large, eye-catching and generous, and it takes a lot of money to place such an advertisement.

"Even the Jazz Weekly advertisements for Cecil merchants have begun to appear," Grand Duke Pei Dinnan said helplessly, "In the past, who dares to imagine such a thing?"

"This is probably the era of economic opening..." The housekeeper cooperated with the owner's topic, "It is said that our merchants have also opened many shops in Cecil City... As long as the magic train is still speeding up on the border, there will always be more and more situations in the future. After all, no one will be unable to get along with the money."

Duke Pei Dinnan listened to the butler's words, and seemed to have thoughtful expressions, but he didn't say anything more.

...

"No one will be unable to get along with the money," Viscount Hemil sat in a comfortable position on the soft red sofa, gently shaking the high-quality White Mountain wine in his hand, with a pleasant and sunny smile on his face, which seemed to be infectious, which made everyone who faced it happy. "Of course, we used to say that no one would be unable to get along with the gold coins - but times have changed, Earl of Hallmark."

A middle-aged gentleman with a thin figure, a tall nose and short golden hair tightly against his scalp was sitting opposite Viscount Hemil. He also held a wine glass in his hand, but his posture was obviously more upright and more conservative than the young Hemil.

He was a member of Hallmark, a member of the upper class of Alders, one of the imperial ministers appointed by Rosetta Augustus after the reorganization of the imperial order. Unlike Duke Sain, who was also the Economic Minister and was responsible for the establishment of the Imperial Bank, this serious and cautious count was responsible for the foreign economic activities of the Empire. Since last year, he has been responsible for commercial negotiations with the Kaoling Kingdom and the Silver Empire, and has achieved great results.

"Bookbooks have unique advantages - and if used properly, they can connect us more closely with our business partners." Earl Hallmark did not show any displeasure by Viscount Hemill's relatively frivolous behavior. As a sophisticated socialist, he always faces any visitors with the most appropriate attitude.

"Yes, our business collaborator," Viscount Hemil nodded, expressing his appreciation in some exaggerated ways, "I heard about your business negotiations with the Silver Empire. It's a wonderful negotiation sample. Even if I only read some written records, I want to praise your agile thinking. I have dealt with some elves and know how difficult it is to change their ideas - they can be more elegant and kind than any noble, but that doesn't mean they will buy your stuff."

"The Silver Empire is a very difficult fortress, because their society almost does not need Tiffany's industrial products at all - advanced technology makes them live a worry-free life and a kind of arrogance in their bones, but in the end our progress in the Kaoling Kingdom opened up the whole negotiation process," Count Hallmark said slowly. "The elves still need goods from the human empire, mainly enchanting paper and alchemy substrate...although it is much smaller than I imagined."

"But this at least gives us an extra trade route to the southern part of the continent," said Viscount Hemil with a smile. "It is said that the Cecil merchants have already done business with the Auguri tribe state and even the dwarves in the far west of the continent. In terms of business, they are one step ahead of us."

"More than that," Hallmark shook his head, "they even have connections with the Silver Empire."

Viscount Hemil opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Silver Empire? Cecil?" the young viscount couldn't help but exclaim, "How did they do it? I mean... there was such a vast piece of wasteland in the middle that even a bird could not fly over..."

"Of course not a commercial activity like ours, but the relationship between the Silver Empire and the Cecils is indeed very close," Earl Hallmark said seriously, "What I heard from the Kaoling Kingdom was that the elves and the Cecils came together as early as when the countries worked together to restore the magnificent walls. Of course, the wasteland hindered their direct commercial activities. Only a few commodities would set off from the moss forest through the long land trade routes, through the territory of gray elves and orcs, goblins, through the rift valleys southwest of the continent and the edges of the Kaoling Kingdom, and finally into the territory of the elves..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged nobleman frowned and gently turned the wine glass in his hand: "This kind of circulation is not large in scale, and it does not pose a threat to us in terms of business, but who knows what the future will be like? The Cecils are too good at creating unexpected things, and they spend a lot of effort to maintain connections with the elves, which must have a plan for the future."

Viscount Hemil's slightly frivolous smile slowly closed. He stood up from the sofa, and slowly paced while thinking, circled around twice before returning to his position. After taking a sip of the wine, he finally said as if he was determined: "It seems... the market in the southern part of the mainland will sooner or later become a 'battlefield' in the future..."

"Even if the Cecils don't intervene, the markets in the southern part of the mainland will become battlefields. Hemire, you should know how much our factories can produce in a day - short-sighted people only want to sell those things to their neighbors and countrymen, but long-sighted people will realize that the farther the goods sell, the longer and richer benefits they will bring."

Earl Hallmark said, smiling at Hemil.

"Hermire, we have opened the trade route to the Kaoling Kingdom and the Silver Empire. The Southern Investment Company of the Empire has begun to seize gold, just like every brand new field, the first person to gain a foothold in it will always make the most profit."

"Of course," Hemil put down his wine glass, and he breathed a light and a bright sunny smile appeared on his face. "So I am willing to support your 'Southern Investment Company', and I am willing to invest 100,000 in the early stage... No, 150,000 pounds. Mr. Earl, I believe you will make good use of this money."

"Hermill, my friend, you can wait for a generous reward at home," Hallmark stood up, and he smiled and reached out to Hemill, "Stockholder earnings will prove your keen eye today."

Hemil also reached out and held Count Hallmark's slender and thin palm: "Actually, I don't have any keen eyes. I just discovered a trick and insisted on following it-"

"Oh?" Hallmark couldn't help but wonder, "Would you like to share this trick with your new business partner?"

"It's very simple - I will do whatever the Cecils do," Viscount Hemil laughed. "They invest everywhere, and I will do it - in this era where new things and new fields are everywhere, I don't need to be the first, just the second one is enough."

Hallmark looked at the young viscount who was smiling happily, and was stunned for a moment.

After a pleasant conversation, the noble star who was in the limelight in the past two years said goodbye.

Earl Hallmark, with thin body, tall nose and short blonde hair, returned to the reception room. Looking at the two wine glasses on the small round table and the sofa where Viscount Hemil sat on before, the expression on his face did not change much, but he couldn't help but mutter: "Hey, the impetuous young man..."

The servant walked into the room and began to clean up the things in the room. The butler also walked in, waiting for the master's further instructions.

"What kind of person do you think Viscount Hemil is?" Hallmark turned his head and looked at the old housekeeper who had served him for many years, and asked casually.

"I shouldn't judge a nobleman." The housekeeper responded meticulously.

"A impetuous young man, but his talent is unneglectable," Earl Hallmark said without caring about the housekeeper's response, but said on his own, "He became the richest man among the younger generation of nobles in a few years, not because of luck - although many people think he was just lucky to meet the craftsman named Martin, and the Angelic Loom."

Speaking of this, Count Hallmark couldn't help but shake his head: "I admire such a young man, but like other young man, he only focused on what he was interested in. In his position as a nobleman of Tifeng, he was about Cecil... what was this?"

His eyes were suddenly attracted by what a servant was packing up from the table, and he couldn't help asking - the book that looked thin, with a colorful cover and a cheap binding method. After the servant brought the items over, he could see the letters on the cover clearly-

"Magic Life"

"Magazine..." Hallmark was not a closed person. He recognized that this thin book was actually a "magazine" that has gradually become popular in recent years. However, this magazine was not something he had subscribed to, "Is it the Viscount Hemil fallen?"

The housekeeper came over and took a look and nodded: "It seems yes."

"A decent nobleman probably won't care about this kind of thing, but then I'll send someone to him," Hallmark said, taking the magazine and browsing the opening pages of it casually, "Well... is this done by the Cecils?"

"Yes, sir," replied the housekeeper, "this is a recent magazine run by several Cecil merchants, which introduces the lifestyle of the magic era - of course, mainly the lifestyle of the Cecilians. It has been very popular among the decent citizen class in the past two months, because many of the magical devices mentioned in the magazine are popular products on the market."

“Decent citizens…”

"Yes, decent citizens who can buy a magic freezer a year, such as lawyers and physicians. Of course, many young nobles like this magazine, and they like novel and interesting machines."

Earl Hallmark said aloud, then asked casually: "Is anyone subscribed to this house?"

“Yes, as far as I know, the chef Mr. Richard is subscribing to it—he has been talking to people recently that he has a plan to add a magical radio in his home…”

"Tell Mr. Richard—and others that if they bring something like that to the house, they can cancel all their shopping plans," the Earl said blankly, "we don't have our own magazine."
Chapter completed!