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The reason for this is that the total amount of grain is limited - after the evil moon, the food flowing in the kingdom will enter a state of scarcity, and the price will skyrocket, not to mention that it may not be able to buy it. The shortage of grain does not ease until the wheat fields are harvested, and autumn is the season when grain trade is most frequent, and it rises rapidly during the evil months.

Of course, these transactions were generally for merchants and nobles, and as for the penniless exiles and rats, even if there was more wheat, they would have to go hungry into the cold winter.

Judging from Barov's many years of experience as assistant to the finance minister, at this time the major cities are waiting for the ears of wheat to ripen, and it is unlikely that they will sell grain in large quantities, and the shortfall of thousands of people may be able to make up for it, and tens of thousands of people will not be satisfied in any case.

If open source doesn't work, you can only throttle.

Cutting the city's food supply, reducing the number of daily purchases, and making the people move from bread to porridge until the day of the harvest - that's what Edith is most likely to propose.

Then he can refute the impropriety of such a practice from the aspects of His Majesty's promise to redeem grain, the fact that it contradicts the propaganda, and the panic of food shortage.

Looking at Edith's look as she raised her eyebrows and flipped through the list, she knew that this trouble was not easy to solve.

It won't be long before she asks herself what to do.

Thinking of this, Barov couldn't help but touch his beard, the so-called control of the overall situation, not only has to be skilled and experienced in government affairs, but also has to be clear about the characteristics of the city. For example, when he was in the royal capital, he was able to recite the price of the Alchemy Association's specialty products and the amount of silver ore shipped by Silverlight City every month without thinking, which could not be remembered in a short period of time.

And Neverwinter is characterized by witches.

Barov knew that there was a green-haired woman named Leaf in the League of Witches, who could make the wheat fields grow at an incredible rate, and when she didn't care about the maintenance of the land, she could even make the wheat ripen in a day, and the ears of wheat were not comparable to the Golden One.

In other words, if you ask her to manage a wheat field and focus on producing food quickly, she can fill the gap.

Of course, he also knew that His Majesty was letting the leaves control the Hidden Forest to the west to build an early warning line against the devil, but given that this enemy was still a few years away, he was not in a hurry to stop for two or three months.

And this is something that Edith would never know.

No matter how talented she was, she had been involved in managing the affairs of the North since she became an adult, and it was impossible for her to know everything about this completely unfamiliar city after half a month of arriving in Neverwinter, let alone the abilities of every witch.

She wouldn't even understand why the office of the Ministry of Education should be linked to the archives, and the Minister of Education would be present from time to time and have the power to look through all the documents.

It took a long time for Edith to put down the list and curl the corners of her mouth slightly.

"It's not that hard to solve. ”

"Hmm......" Barov nodded first, then stunned, "What?"

"Before the development of Glen, most of the land in the north was not suitable for growing wheat, so when spring came, food would be particularly scarce, so the local lords set their sights on the east and the kingdom of Dawn. ”

"What do you mean—" He suddenly realized something.

"Since you can't grow it and you can't buy it, you can only rob other people's ones. Edith said lightly, "Isn't that the case now? Your Majesty's army is attacking the Falling Dragon Ridge, and I heard that Earl Speer's younger brother has co-opted many local nobles in order to rebel against her, right? How many golden dragons and grain do you think they will have in their basement?"

"The lack of food is only a small amount of grain that is allowed to move, and in fact, most of the grain produced by the kingdom is divided among the nobles, who can use this part of the grain to control the freedmen and peasants in the territory, and can also earn a large amount of gold dragon during the poor harvest years. Her speed of speech was not fast, but her voice was chilling in Barov's ears, "If you turn over the Falling Dragon Ridge, I think the food of tens of thousands of people is naturally not a problem." If that's not enough, there are several cities in the south-east waiting for your majesty to claim them. ”

"They're all nobles......" The steward closed his mouth halfway through, yes...... After His Majesty occupied the southern border, they were no more. With a neat start, these captures are enough to fill Neverwinter's granary again.

And unlike the royal capital, Falling Dragon Ridge is a city that has completely fallen to His Majesty, and it is also a key road to the south. At that time, the town hall will not only directly send people to assist Count Speer in forming a new government, but the city will also copy the laws, planning, and education of Neverwinter, so it is beneficial to the stability of the city to uproot all those nobles.

Barov was puzzled as to why Edith had been able to accept the will to eliminate the aristocracy so quickly, and even if he supported His Majesty's orders with all his heart, he had not adapted so quickly...... And she was the heir to the Duke of the North.

Back at the diplomatic building, Edith opened the door and saw Cole lying on the edge of the table flipping through a thin book.

"What's that?"

"Uh...... I bought it from the convenience market, it looks like a picture scroll, but it is accompanied by a story, and it is quite interesting to read," the younger brother looked up, "You look very happy?"

"Yes?"

"It's rare to see you smile like that in Eternal Night," Cole pouted, "aren't we really going back?"

"For the time being, when your father comes back, Your Majesty will allow you to return to the North. Edith sat down across from him and lifted the cover, only to see the words "Witch's Diaries" printed on it.

"What about you?"

"I'm going to stay here. ”

"Why," Cole wondered, "is the town hall so interesting?"

"It's not the town hall that's interesting, it's Roland Wimbledon's that is interesting," she corrected with a chuckle, "and do you know how I'm going to do something in Eternal Night?"

"Just talk to your father. ”

"Almost, order, naturally many people will do it. Now that I think about it, it doesn't have much to do with me, it's just because of who I am and because my father will follow my advice...... Confined to the fiefdom of the Kant family, of course. "But here, not only does my identity not work, but it even hinders me - there are almost no nobles in the town hall, and they don't care if I'm the daughter of the Duke of the North, and everyone is doing things according to their abilities, do you know what I mean?"

Cole shook his head.

"What people are willing to listen to you is not because of your identity, but because of your own ability, which is still valid even if you are out of the fiefdom. Your Majesty is right about one thing, the power of the feud seems to be huge, but it also limits the upper limit of what the nobles can achieve. For now, he is more than capable of expanding his territory to the entire continent, and the town hall will become a behemoth, and the area under his jurisdiction will extend to every corner of the Grey Keep, and once you are recognized, in a word, even the entire kingdom will run for you. You say, why should I stay in that little fiefdom?"