CHAPTER 231: CHAPTER 205: MAGIC TOWER! BUILD THE MAGIC TOWER! (6K) (EXTRA 4)_2

However, due to the low literacy rate, Lin Ke never had a very large output, always maintaining a level of profitability.

In the end, it’s said that even the Insomnia Emperor got accustomed to reading the newspaper, and only later did he learn that Princess Rica had shares in it, but he just smiled without saying anything.

And today, four years later, the ten-year-old Lin Ke finally decided to build a Magic Tower!

...

Azaenn Castle.

"Lin Ke, have you really decided?" Garoce looked at his rapidly growing son in front of him and felt a wave of helplessness.

Isn’t it just powerlessness?

His own son surpassed his father in everything except level and Combat Power.

In the past two years, from tax reforms to newspaper development, from the invention of farming tools to encouraging trade, Azanen has completely transformed beyond recognition.

Originally lazy farmers, driven by his son’s so-called "subjective initiative," not only didn’t decrease the gold coins and grain in Azanen’s warehouses, but now they have so much that they could hardly store it anymore!

Initially, his subordinates were skeptical of Lin Ke’s various actions, as were all the nobles of Azanen, after all, it concerned their lifeline for survival.

In the eyes of those Azanen nobles, the once overbearing and cold Garoce seemed like a little lamb in front of Lin Ke, the more terrifying and intelligent lord, docile and adorable.

After all, Garoce used to abide by the rules, while Lin Ke killed quite a few nobles during the war due to various matters.

So when Lin Ke issued a decree, those in Azanen dared not defy or confront Lin Ke and naturally had to complain to Garoce, the true King of Azanen.

Garoce himself also had doubts, as Lin Ke’s approach was reducing taxes, why did Lin Ke say that doing so could instead increase taxes?

As a result, reality gave Garoce and them a harsh lesson.

Those lazy, cunning farmers used to barely muster any effort at work, lazily.

But now?

They’re energetic and vibrant working in the fields, capable of plowing many lands in a day with Lin Ke’s invented "curved plow."

The first year’s grain output was over three times that of the previous year, several Azanen’s warehouses couldn’t store it all!

If they couldn’t store it in a year, let alone in three years?

So after two consecutive years, Lin Ke encouraged trade, selling all the excess grain in the Azanen Domain through Count Akel.

This benefited both parties and even multiple parties.

Besides these, there were city cleanliness regulations, noble constraint regulations, intensive cultivation regulations, worker protection regulations, and more!

A series of provisions and decrees demonstrated the wisdom of Count Lin Ke, the young master of Azanen.

So now, even Garoce, the father, could hardly lift his head in front of Lin Ke!

He couldn’t make money, couldn’t manage affairs, couldn’t do research, and couldn’t create art...

Even in warfare, Garoce experienced his son’s strategy, admired by the Marquis of Giant Sword, during the war with Viscount Mantis.

With just a heap of straw men, he "borrowed" five thousand elite magic arrows from Viscount Mantis, and returned them in the subsequent major battle.

Including strategies like feinting east and striking west, diverting the tiger from the mountain, etc.

Garoce found that his only advantage over Lin Ke now was strength, not counting Ove, because Ove seemed to favor Lin Ke now, no longer the naive and easily deceived friend of level nineteen.

As for levels, Garoce was speechless about his son’s talent.

With a "decent" bloodline himself, and Fulon not even having an awakened bloodline, how did the two of them give birth to such an outstanding child?

Of course, if he knew that Lin Ke’s lineage was actually Andrew-level, he would be even more speechless.

Now at just ten years old, Lin Ke was already a level six Scholar and level three Author, level two Painter, and level two Composer.

At the same time, he was a level six Knight, level two Commander, level one Military Theorist, and level one Advisor.

His son, terrifying as he is!

"So, Ove should have told you about the cost of building the Magic Tower, right?" Facing his own son, Garoce always felt as stupid as a wild boar, no, like that Fat Beast that only gets fat by eating!

"Yes, father."

Lin Ke stood before Garoce, smiling confidently and gracefully.

Four years have passed, and he’s grown to 1.5 meters tall.

Moreover, due to his long-term milk consumption and adequate nutrition, he seemed to be growing towards Garoce’s size of a two-meter giant.

However, his looks had transformed from cute to charmingly cute.

A head of naturally curly brown, smooth and thick hair, his eyes, which were originally bright, big, and round, became slightly narrow, indicating he would be an elegant handsome man in the future.

"Alright, but with all that you’ve done, is there really enough money? If not, I’ll go scavenge that other realm one more time." Garoce asked again, full of hope.

"Really, no need, father." Lin Ke said with a chuckling exasperation, "That realm has been cleaned out by you with nothing left; you should manage it for a few more years before saying anything else!"

Their Azanen’s subordinate realm, the one that trapped Garoce for five months, was also visited by Lin Ke.

In that realm, guarded by the troops dispatched by Garoce, the entire realm is as large as the Lava Swamp, with only one nation ruling it.