"Your Majesty, your deeds are legendary!"

"Everything you create, whether in the southern empire or the northern savages, you can hear praise and praise!"

"Your prestige among the believers is like the rising sun of your birth. In large and small niches, besides the Father's cross, there are also statues of you!"

All the flattering words around him made Todd not only lack the slightest pleasure and satisfaction, but also gave birth to an inexplicable sense of disgust.

At this time, in the depths of his soul, there was some nostalgia for the experimental building behind the church, where there was the peace and purity he yearned for. And now, the only reason for him not to leave the banquet is the king's sense of responsibility.

Rejecting the invitation of the noble daughters to dance together, Todd left his seat and slowly walked towards the farm garden under everyone's gaze.

Huggins made a gesture when he saw this. The king's "heirs" guards stopped the nobles who wanted to follow while guarding their monarch and walked out.

The "Viscount Zangna", who was drinking alone, looked at everything that happened in the hall, as if he had lost the interest in staying, and led his "daughter" out of the venue.

The night breeze in early spring still has a three-point chill. The flowers and shrubs in the courtyard have been carefully trimmed. The air mixed with the smell of plants and the fragrant earth is easier to indulge than good wine.

Todd walked along the promenade for a while, and the beautiful scenery along the way and the distant voices in his ears slightly dispelled the depression in his heart.

A guard walked up to Huggins and said something in a low voice. The latter frowned and looked forward, followed a few steps towards the king, and finally slowed down.

Todd, who was unaware of this, walked into the depths of the courtyard and saw the two women from a distance.

The former queen of the Silver Ring Kingdom-Mary, and her maid Cathy.

The arrival of the king left the two of them at a loss. After regaining their senses, the two hurriedly raised their skirts and saluted.

Todd waved his hand indifferently. What he thought of was the scene when he met Mary for the first time and was blackmailed a pot of "Gospel Flowers". He said, "What are you doing here? Don't you plan to go to the banquet? "

Half-drinking the wine cup on the stone table, the woman's faintly visible tears under the moonlight made Todd instantly realize that he had said something stupid.

Imagine that the silver ring nobles who defected to the kingdom held a banquet to please the new master. As the deported queen, what kind of capacity should she meet with others? Put on the air of a queen and enjoy the compliments of past subjects?

An awkward expression climbed onto Todd's face, watching the woman gently shook his head in depression, and he quickly changed the subject: "Mary, I heard that you are writing a book recently. The name seems to be... called "Renaissance." Retrospective application"? What exactly is that?"

When it comes to her field of expertise, Mary seems to have opened up the conversation: "Your Majesty, the Renaissance is a concept put forward by a group of scholars who tend to return existing artistic concepts to the ancient Tello period. This book of mine is an analysis. Practical applications after the revival of art, such as architecture, painting, and decoration."

"I also heard that in order to publish this book, you are looking for sponsors everywhere?"

Todd's words made Mary blush, and the woman whispered: "Yes, Your Majesty, it costs more to publish a book than I thought."

Queen Mary's past life was worry-free and wealthy. And her current situation made Todd a little touched: "I am willing to support you. The design and construction of the Musi Cathedral, as well as the management of the holy library, make me very satisfied."

Mary shook her head resolutely: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I cannot accept your kindness. The cathedral and the Holy Treasury are my own jobs, and you have paid your salary equably. I cannot use this as a request for funding. Bargaining chips."

Todd was stunned for a moment. When he looked at the 21-year-old woman in front of him, his eyes showed three-point appreciation and seven-point approval.

The maid Cathy took advantage of the opportunity of placing the fruit plate and pouring the red wine, and gently touched Mary with her elbow. To her disappointment, the latter did not respond.

Todd felt the bridge of his nose and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "If you refuse to accept my funding, then I want to make a suggestion."

Mary sat up straight: "Your Majesty, I am listening."

"I have seen the drawings of the cathedral you designed. You have a very high level of attainments in art. Why not try to use this talent for merchandise?"

When Mary heard this, she was a little disappointed and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you mean to let me sell paintings on the street?"

Todd smiled and shook his head and said, "No, no, I mean why don't you create your own brand and design clothes, bags, shoes and hats?"

"Create your own brand? Design clothes?"

Todd picked up a pear and took a bite: "I have noticed in the city that rich people have dedicated dressmakers, and poor people mostly sew clothes by themselves. These two methods are not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also costly. If there is a textile factory that can adopt streamlined operations, coupled with trend-leading designs, to produce clothes and shoes in large quantities. This will not only greatly reduce costs, but also ensure a certain degree of sales."

Mary was a little dizzy when she heard: "Clothing factory? Streamlined? Leading the trend? Your Majesty, it takes a lot of money to build a weaving workshop, hire workers, and purchase equipment; and the new clothes and hats designed will be lost within a few days. Others imitate it."

Todd finished eating the pears and wiped his hands with a dry towel: "The first problem is easy to solve. The cost of venue, personnel, equipment, all the expenses can be paid from the "Music Mutual Aid Society". What you have to do is "Technology" "Investment", um... I mean you can use your design expertise to gain the power to share profits. As for the second one, this is a problem. First of all, it must be an anti-counterfeiting mark on the product. Patent applications for products designed for each piece......"

Mary suddenly said: "Patents? I thought that only inventions can be patented? Can I apply for designing clothes?"

"Of course! Product design can be regarded as a kind of creation." Todd said here, turning to himself: "But the fee for design patents cannot be in accordance with the standards of invention patents. Otherwise, a design will cost 30 bronze stars. Price, which will seriously undermine the enthusiasm of designers."

Mary stirred the hem of the dress with her hand, and the excitement on her face could not be concealed: "Your Majesty~lightnovelpub.net~tomorrow! Can I go to your place tomorrow?! I used to have nothing to do and draw many clothes. The drawings, they can be used directly with a little modification!"

Todd nodded and said, "I will be waiting for you at the headquarters of the Knights at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Before that, I will ask my subordinates to find suitable factories and shops. I will entrust the purchase of textile machines and other equipment to the Raglan couple, female workers. You and shop assistants can post recruitment notices..."

"His Majesty……"

Hudgens' speech interrupted the king untimely.

Following the former's sight, Todd spotted the eagerly awaited silver ring nobles who were stopped by the guards at the edge of the courtyard.

"It seems that I have been away from the banquet for too long, and the host here is starting to complain." Todd stood up with a wry smile and walked back to the direction of the banquet hall.

Huggins followed the king's footsteps, and looked back at him imperceptibly, Mary who was immersed in reverie.

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