Under the sincere persuasion of Viscount Tatdu, Zhang Lisheng, who had vented his anger, seemed to gradually regain his rationality. Although he still muttered in frustration, "I am now a government official in the Chinese country on Earth. What's the use of asking the territory of the Roman continent? It's better to detoxify me quickly...", but his attitude eased.

"My friend, no matter what your identity is, a rich territory has great value and will definitely bring great changes to your life." Knowing that the black-haired young man in front of him was already moved, the Lord Tate suppressed his excitement and struck while the iron was hot, saying: "Gold and gems are precious wealth everywhere, right?"

According to the laws of the Roman Continent, even if you don’t live here in the future, you can appoint trusted people to manage your territory and collect income regularly.

Imagine that as long as Tate has existed, you and your descendants will receive at least one hundred gold dollars a year, which can ensure that your family is a top person in any 'world' for generations.

As for the ‘Honest Medicinal Powder’, please rest assured that as long as I can stand up, the antidote will be delivered to you with the book of title and the book of cedes and the book of cedes of territory.”

"It seems that I have no choice at all," Zhang Lisheng's face was gloomy and sunny, and said powerlessly with a wry smile: "The Taoist disciples with the power of rapid healing are the standard equipment for the protection personnel of the Chinese mission, and we also have two missions.

However, now Tate is not a formal ally of China, so it is difficult to directly order those Taoists to treat the Viscount's wounds, so they can only beg in a roundabout way. It is best to let them take the initiative to ask.

Well, the power of Taoist priests comes from both their own cultivation and the inheritance of the sect. If their religion can be spread in Tate..."

"This is impossible. Director Zhang Bingqi. For millions of years, Roman warriors only believed in three things, the power of fists, the weapons in their hands, and the riding beasts under their crotch. This is the most glorious tradition and the foundation for warriors to rule the continent.

If Lord Viscount allows fictional gods to surpass the 'warriors', then the disaster he faces will not be as simple as abdication. The lords of the entire Roman continent will attack 'Tatdu'. Such examples are not without history!" Etvago interrupted the black-haired youth's temptation and refused firmly.

Hearing this passage, Zhang Lisheng finally understood why the Romans, whose social system was still in slavery and feudal system, saw the powerful and incomprehensible Atlantis warship not only did not regard it as a miracle, but instead launched a brave attack. Even though he had long speculated about this, he still felt a setback.

Unexpectedly, I saw the black-haired young man showing a look of embarrassment. I just felt like I was in a desperate situation, but now I am facing difficulties. Viscount Tatedu, whose mood is so ups and downs that ordinary people can't imagine, suddenly said hoarsely: "It is absolutely impossible to preach among Tatedu soldiers and even civilians, but slaves can be compatible.

Of course, I, the lord family of 'Tatdus', which has been famous for its military merits for generations, cannot allow slaves to have faith, but if, my friend, you become Sir Roman and have your own territory, I will not stop you from preaching among your slaves."

"Sir, you..." Hearing the unnecessary compromise that Lord Tatedu was almost without any bottom line, Etvago's face finally changed color, but when he saw the viscount's bloodshot and his eyes were wide open, he swallowed the objection and stopping it back.

Zhang Lisheng, who was standing beside him, was naturally ecstatic, but he sighed and said, "In fact, it is not beneficial for me to let those Taoists preach in the 'Roman World'.

I am an atheist and I don’t believe in ghosts and gods. The reason I said so just now is for the sake of Lord Viscount. Well, after the mission is settled in Tate in two days, I will secretly contact the Religious Affairs Bureau…”

"We haven't had such a long time, Director Zhang Bingqi," Etvago quickly regained his calm expression, and his voice was low and interrupted the black-haired youth again. "It would be best if you can speak to those companions who have magical powers tomorrow morning to treat Lord Viscount's injuries."

"Is it so urgent? But it's good, so it won't be too long to avoid the nights and dreams," Zhang Lisheng was stunned, pondered for a while and nodded, "Then the plan is going to be changed, I have to discuss it with Director Shi Hongwei first.

Lao Shi looked unkind, but in fact he was not bad to me in private. It should be no big problem to let him turn a blind eye. Then I used the identity of the deputy leader to talk to the Taoist priest of the Religious Affairs Bureau to talk about the conditions. The situation will definitely be successful, but I am afraid that their magical abilities will not be enough and the Viscount's injury will not be cured.

Alas, if you had told the truth, I would try my best to bring Taoist priests with higher cultivation levels."

"We didn't expect Sir Hostan to achieve such a brilliant victory. We thought that the Viscount's status was stable for the time being and everything could be arranged slowly. This is indeed a huge mistake." In response to the complaint of the black-haired young man, Etvago nodded in approval, "Then everything will depend on your lips and tongue tomorrow, Sir Zhang Bingqi."

"It's too early to call me jazz now, Master Etvago." Zhang Lisheng was stunned, and said with a wry smile.

"I have a foreshadowing that you will succeed, respected sir," said the wise man of Tatedu, who showed a gentle smile in front of the black-haired young man for the first time: "It's already very late now. Let Lord Hedland take you back and rest first. I will draft the book of lords and the book of cedes here, and let Lord Viscount stamp the seal and wait for your good news.

"How could I sleep in this situation?" Zhang Lisheng sighed, "Then I will go back to my room and think about how to talk to Director Shi after dawn, and the Taoist priests of the Religious Affairs Bureau have finished their words.

Alas, I hope things will succeed." He bowed to the two big men of Tatedu, turned around and followed the assistant general of Tatedu, and walked back to the secret door.

When the black-haired young man disappeared in the secret room, Etvago's face, which seemed gloomy in the shaking fire, suddenly spoke, "Sir Viscount, if Zhang Bingqi really goes to the Romans on the land you enfeoffed in the future..."

"Old man, although we, Tate, have always included slaves in the population because we are just viscounts, can slaves actually be considered humans?

I still remember twenty years ago when the serfs uprising in the North Enit Plantation, I led a cavalry soldier to hunt thousands of slaves without any injuries in one day..." Before Tat could finish his words, the lord lying on his side said without caring.

But when he saw Etvago's rare cold face, his tone changed: "Don't worry, teacher, I know what to do. Tradition is tradition. I will not let the surname "Tatedu" be shamed.

But the most important thing now is to let those people from other worlds heal me, and then suppress Hostes' arrogance of rising Hostestan. In the future, let's talk about the future, first draft the book of title and ceding the territory."

"Divide the fiefdom, sir?" Etvago knew that the only thing left in his loyal lord was to cure the wounds in his heart, so he asked no longer verbally.

"I thought about it carefully. Don't need too much land. Just find a rich valley in the Xilei Mountains. Well, I remember there is such a town near the Red Shrimp River, right?" Viscount Tatdu asked after a brief thought.

"Yes, sir, the town is called Green River, within a radius of 2,500 steps, and there are 1,500 slaves who plant mountain rice and fish for you, and provide for about eighty households of iron mines, smelting fine iron, and twenty warriors." The wise man of Tatt took out a map drawn on the skin from his arms, looked at it in the dim light of fire, and replied.

"One thousand five hundred slaves, eighty households, twenty warriors, 2500 steps in a radiant irrigated land where rice can be planted, as well as fishing grounds and iron ore, are such a good town..." For a lord and noble, the most precious thing is land. Even if you are willing to pay all the price to treat the wound, Viscount Tatdu felt reluctant to leave when he was really going to cut the soil and make the title.

But soon rationality overwhelmed his instinct. He sighed and gritted his teeth and ordered: "Teacher, let's change the name of Luhe Town in the Xilei Mountains to 'Zhang Town' and cut it into Zhang Bingqi's fief."

"Yes, sir." Etvago nodded, took out two blank animal skins stacked from his sleeve and spread them on the ground, and began to sit cross-legged and write the book of the throne with a charcoal pen, and ceded the book of the territory.

After finishing writing, he bowed his body and handed the animal skin symbolizing noble status and huge wealth to Viscount Tatedu, and warned in an unprecedentedly serious tone: "Don't forget your promise, sir, don't let Tatedu be shamed."

"I know, teacher." Lord Tat, who rarely taught a lesson after the boy, couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this. He nodded and responded in a quiet voice, took the animal skin over and put it in his sleeve.

At the same time, Zhang Lisheng, who returned to the stone bedroom, used a completely opposite mood to Viscount Roman, to consider what to do next after having a nearly perfect start.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt, and time became hard to bear. Finally, at dawn, there was a little light in the sky. Before the sun was shining from the stone window, Zhang Lisheng put on his clothes and hurried out, rushed to the door of the leader of the group and rang a copper bell.

The ringtone rang for only two or three times, and the stone gate was pushed open from inside, revealing the gray-haired old man's mentally dissatisfied face, "Director Zhang, why did you get up so early?"

"Director Shi, I didn't get up early, but I didn't sleep all night like you," Zhang Lisheng said with a dry smile: "I tossed and turned last night and couldn't sleep early, but suddenly I had a new idea and wanted to talk to you quickly."
Chapter completed!