Arthur shook his head: "I only have ten pairs now."
Roderick almost shouted, "Then make them quickly!"
"Why not produce more! Time is money!"
"One pair is one thousand Gold Dragons!"
Arthur's gaze did not answer him, but turned to Evelyn, who had been silent beside him, the sharpness in his eyes fading, becoming gentle. He intended to say something rustic to shock the woman in front of him. Arthur said softly:
"Because she is more precious than them."
This sentence was like a stone thrown into a lake. To Roderick, it meant that this ugly woman was key to making the glasses, and the process was extremely taxing on her, thus preventing mass production.
But to Evelyn, it was telling her that for her health, and to prevent her from exhausting herself further, he would rather give up a readily available mountain of gold. Evelyn suddenly lowered her head, her heart beating wildly against her will. She felt her cheeks burning,
The ugly disguised birthmark seemed unable to hide the blush quietly spreading from her earlobes. This little fellow... how could he speak so well?
Just kidding, with such a talent, he could distinguish between being full for one meal and being full for every meal. Moreover, a man is innocent, but his possession of a treasure makes him guilty. The fatter the pig, the more it is feared. Doing business secretly would only benefit him and cause no harm.
Except for Barna, who had already understood, the retinues of both sides opened their mouths wide and stared with expressions of shock. This young noble lord actually liked this kind of taste. Had he never seen a woman? Roderick, on the other hand, was even more anxious. Ten pairs of glasses were too few.
Roderick left with three hundred Gold Dragons and the reply and contract for Tyrell Family, feeling unwilling and agitated.
After he left, Arthur immediately turned to Barna:
"Take these Gold Dragons and put them into a chest that one person can carry."
"Also, go and gather everyone on the open plain outside the valley."
Some time later, on the high platform outside the valley, Arthur stood before everyone.
Below the platform was a dense crowd of liege men, who curiously looked up at the young lord on the high platform.
At Arthur's feet, the chest full of Gold Dragons lay open. Everyone's gaze was drawn to the Gold Dragons, and their breathing became cautious.
Arthur surveyed the faces below, each stained with sweat and dust. Then, he bent down and picked up the heavy money chest with both hands, pouring the Gold Dragons onto the ground.
Golden hard objects poured out, scattering on the wooden planks of the high platform, clinking against each other, making a crisp, pleasant, and maddening sound.
The crowd below gasped, everyone was shocked by the extremely luxurious scene before them. They stared intently at the golden ocean, their Adam's apples bobbing, breathing heavily.
Arthur looked at the crowd and spoke loudly: "Your Lord! Will never mistreat those who have served him well!"
"I promised you that if you follow me, you will have enough to eat. Now, I will fulfill that promise!"
"From today on, everyone who serves my family, in addition to ample food, will also receive wages!"
"The more you work, the more you earn! There is no upper limit!"
"No matter who it is! Even a beggar! A courtesan! As long as they have put in effort for me!"
"The most ordinary miner, as long as he completes his quota, can earn one Silver Stag a month! And there will be rewards for exceeding the quota!"
This number exploded in the crowd. This young lord told them that as long as they worked hard, they could earn one Silver Stag a month! The entire construction site was instantly ignited!
Labor service for lords in Westeros had always been unpaid, it was their duty. But now, their lord was going to pay them wages.
Someone shouted first, and then, a deafening roar of cheers, like a mountain collapsing and a sea roaring, converged from all directions of the valley.
The crowd waved their arms, jumped, and roared, putting all their strength into cheering.
Arthur kicked the Gold Dragons at his feet. This was an education in gratitude.
The dense crowd looked at the young figure on the high platform, at the dazzling gold at his feet, their eyes filled with almost worshipful fervor. It was unclear whether this worship was for the gold at Arthur's feet or for Arthur himself, but that no longer mattered.
Because Arthur knew that in their hearts, Arthur's image had transformed from a distant person who brought food into a more real, benevolent, and generous master who, as long as they worked hard and risked their lives for him, would be willing to share wealth with them, ensuring they would gain something.
This point would differentiate him from the nobles of Westeros in the hearts of the people. It wasn't that they couldn't endure darkness, but that they hadn't seen the light. People followed him, not because of a surname or countless terrifying titles attached to his name,
But because of what he gave them, something tangible and visible.
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