Among the nobles belonging to the Privy Council, particularly the spoken famous Sutherland. Its lord Lloyd has not yet tried to open his mouth since the meeting began.

I wanted to talk about this one, if possible, after I figured out how Lloyd was going to get out. Clovis stood up to answer questions from the aristocrats who, while perfectly covering up such inner thoughts, had to some extent exhausted them.

"We are at Clovis Cromwell, assistant with Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia"

Down with his beautiful purple eyes, first of all, he made a name for himself with respect. Its characteristic dark hair is relentlessly poured by the cold gaze of conservatives, beginning with Liddy.

If he had been before, it would have been very unforgivable that Graham's blood-drawing self, such as standing before a nobleman in the derived Privy Council, would in itself have fooled the kingdom. But now he was different than he used to be.

The look of a girl looking up believing in Clovis next door gave the aide courage. If it's to pave her way, I'll do anything. That determination increased Clovis's strength and forced him to take the gaze of the nobles in calm comfort.

“The princess says yes, but I don't think the stubborn people in the Privy Council are going to snort when they face each other with no strategy."

A conversation I had with Jude in secret when I was single and misplaced Rosen territory. In it, the young lord smiled mischievously.

“So I'll give you the rush to be hated. A magical move to bring out the answers you want while telling your opponents the truth without lies."

Two points, he said.

That is, to make them think that the Merriculius Chamber of Commerce they advocate is what they need. At the same time, making us think it's troublesome to take the lead on it ourselves.

“If you have something you want to get, you make the illusion around you that getting it is just as poor a lottery. It's all right, Krok-kun's gonna make it."

"First of all, I point out that an area rich in finances does not have the advantage of using a new chamber of commerce…"

In this regard, repeated measures were worked out with the members of the other auxiliary chambers, who said that there would always be an indication from the side of the Privy Council. Without the new chamber of commerce to propose, the Kingdom's production industry would be left at the loss of other countries. The challenge was how to convince them of it.

But the answer was surprisingly close. This is the record Jude was wearing for the management of the harbour town helds, regarding the loading of trade ships.

“How could I not have realized such an easy thing!"

Jude explained excitedly as he pulled out that record.

“The quantity of loads entering from another country and the quantity of loads leaving from us to another country. Compared to that increase or decrease trend, isn't it obvious how much domestic production is being pushed by those of other countries! ”

Besides, he has happily shown the record. Several countries, including Aardhar, where inflows have increased in particular. They were all countries in which broad regional chambers of commerce and organizations close to them were keen to sell their respective national industries.

"Mmmmmm..."

The Duke of Jerus roared when he saw enough holes in the material to show an increase or decrease in imports and exports in the town of Held. This was because the domestic industry, which appeared to be robust, was an easily understandable document to show that it was stunningly in distress.

"These trends are not limited to Held. As far as the records previously submitted to the Regional Council can be read, similar results were obtained at the land trading post Viola"

I dared to give the name of the town in the Duke of Sheraford's territory the meaning of the battle, but Lloyd Sutherland kept his reaction to moving his eyebrows tingly. My neighbour's son felt frustrated and concerned about his canine teeth.

Now, the material presented by Clovis was clearly changing the flow among the nobles in the Privy Council. The nobles who were turning to the opposition began to look to each other to explore other ways out.

In the meantime, as if searching for Allah, the nobility of the opposition presented new problems. Nevertheless, if objective figures were presented as evidence, there were only a few more points on which they could beat satisfactorily.

"In the first place, what the hell is wrong with the fact that the Chamber of Commerce belongs to the Marquis Rosen? I understand the logic of having to have a base somewhere, but nothing will have to be at that freak Jude's."

"Yeah, about Jude Nicole, don't make a mess!

On behalf of Clovis, and answering that with a wild voice, was Dreyfuss, the Secretary of the Regional Council. Famous for his lack of compatibility with Jude and his horses, other nobles surprised and rounded their eyes when he made a statement that would shelter Jude.

Dan Dreyfuss, a bearded man with a crude impression of a bear coming out of the mountain. In fact, he is a very affectionate public and impartial figure and has high trust from other members of the Privy Council. He's a different kind than Lloyd Sutherland, an influential man.

"What. Take refuge in Lord Jude. What kind of blow?"

"Oh, I hate that guy. But when it came to this, I really reviewed him."

Clovis did not think, lifting his shapely lips loosely. The only person who noticed it was Alicia, who sat back and watched over the aide, and the other person was paying attention to Dreyfuss, who gripped her big fist and forcefully theorized.

"He thanked each Territory for their convenience work or later for an intermediary fee, and instead promised me that he would pay for all his initial investment in the establishment of the Chamber of Commerce in Marquis Rosen territory! It was a truly masculine and benevolent offer!

"By the way, that's about all it takes in an initial investment to set up a Chamber of Commerce"

The best twist of the day happened among the nobles to the magnitude of the numbers that Clovis had so often told them.