Hubbard burst into the Lions Den's Lord's Hall like a fat boar rolling down a hill.
His expensive silk overcoat was gone, replaced by a worn leather armor stained with mud and grass, sweat plastered a few strands of hair to his forehead, and he looked dusty but highly excited.
He never expected it! He truly never expected it! He was going to get rich! He was going to get rich!
The guards frowned, their hands on their sword hilts, awaiting Lord Arthur's command.
Arthur's voice came from the Lord's seat above: "Calm down! My fat Affairs Officer!"
Internally, he let out a long sigh of relief, it was finally over. He was getting a headache from the commoners who came to request judgment. One of the major daily tasks for a Lord in Westeros was to receive commoners who wished to see him.
After the Three-Chiefs System was implemented, general affairs were handled by Affairs Officer, but there were still many disputes where commoners felt the Affairs Officer had handled things unfairly and demanded to see the Lord to plead their grievances.
Things like 'his building encroached on my land' or 'his dog bit my child, but he denies it'.
Hubbard stopped in the hall, panting heavily. After a simple bow, he handed a thick roll of parchment to an approaching maid. Having already been informed of the Lord's unique preferences beforehand, he showed no inappropriate reaction to the ugly maid.
He watched the maid hand the parchment to Arthur.
His voice was a little sharp from excitement, and his small eyes gleamed with fanaticism: "My Lord!"
"Genius! You are simply a genius!"
Arthur took the roll of parchment but did not immediately unroll it. He looked at Hubbard with interest, motioning for him to continue.
"I went, Lord Arthur."
"I went to every military fort in the Brightmoon Mountains under your rule."
Hubbard waved his fat arms, spittle flying.
"I initially thought that your system of working in the fields when it's time to farm, gathering when it's free time, and the Three-Chiefs System, were merely methods of military and security management."
He took a deep breath, seemingly to calm his racing heart. He had never seen such an orderly land.
"The management of your territory is so efficient and precise."
"I saw the Family Chiefs! The Village Chiefs! The Household Chiefs! Conveying your orders from the Affairs Officer, word for word!"
"Even when I asked a child by the roadside, he knew what decrees you had issued!"
Hubbard paused, leaned forward, and lowered his voice, but his excitement only grew.
"Lord Arthur! This is simply a perfect system tailor-made for Lordly monopolies!"
Arthur listened calmly, as if everything was within his expectations. In his opinion, the fat man had some misunderstandings, but he wasn't far off. In fact, the main factor at play was the small population, combined with the Three-Chiefs System.
If the system were too large, with too many people, it would still lead to confusion and distortion in the transmission of information.
However, this was already enough to severely impact the worldview of people in medieval society.
Seeing Arthur's expression, he knew he had to offer some groundbreaking proposals. Hubbard's voice rose again.
"My Lord, think about it, we don't need to sell our monopolized goods door-to-door like in other places!"
"Salt, sugar, charcoal, these things!"
"We only need to deliver the goods to the Household Chiefs, who then pass them down to the Village Chiefs, who then distribute them to the Family Chiefs, and finally, the Family Chiefs can ensure that the five households under his responsibility all purchase your monopolized goods!"
Hubbard excitedly slapped his thigh, his fat jiggling.
"This is a top-down, absolutely controllable sales channel, covering every single family!"
"No middlemen, no losses, every bit of profit is firmly held in our… no… your hands!!!"
He turned to Evelyn, who stood beside Arthur, a shrewd glint in his small eyes. He had heard that she was the woman behind the Lord.
"Lord Arthur, think again, what about the reverse?"
"In reverse, we can also use this system to accurately calculate the demand for each settlement."
"Which place lacks salt, which place has broken iron plows, the Family Chiefs report to the Village Chiefs, the Village Chiefs compile it for the Household Chiefs, and we will know immediately!"
"No more guessing, no more waste or shortages!"
The hall was silent, save for Hubbard's heavy breathing. Even Evelyn's expression had changed, a commercial giant web woven by the system.
Only Arthur was silent. This sounded somewhat familiar, but this system seemed genuinely suitable for his period of a small state and sparse population, at least for now.
Hubbard's voice became sinister and triumphant: "And that's not all, my dear Lord Arthur!"
At this moment, he looked at Arthur on the platform, as if looking at a man made of golden dragons. If this young man's territory was not just this small, how many golden dragons could he earn?
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