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    Morin watched Ludwig’s serious demeanor, his curiosity about the Teutonic Knight Order growing.

    He now knew that besides the Teutonic Knights, there were also other well-known orders in the world, such as the Hospitallers and the Knights Templar…

    So, he was very eager to understand the nature of these Knights in this world.

    “Alright, I understand.” Morin placed the document back on the table and said solemnly, “I will prepare all the necessary materials for the patent application as quickly as possible.”

    “How long will it take?”

    “I’d say… about a week?”

    Morin thought about the ‘optimizable’ option in the system and gave a relatively conservative answer.

    He wasn’t sure how long the system optimization would take or to what extent it could ultimately optimize the design.

    “That’s fantastic!” Ludwig seemed very pleased. “Just tell me directly once you have the materials ready.”

    “I’ll personally take you to the Imperial Patent Office, and I’ve already found the Empire’s best patent lawyer for you. I guarantee the entire process will be flawless.”

    Ludwig promised, patting his chest.

    “You’ve already found a lawyer?” Morin was surprised again.

    “Of course,” Ludwig smiled triumphantly. “Our Grand Master is always decisive and thorough in his actions.”

    Morin nodded with a smile. It seemed this Grand Master of the Teutonic Knight Order, whom he had only heard about but never met, was indeed a respectable, traditional Knight.

    However, he hesitated for a moment, ultimately deciding not to mention the fact that the Crown Prince had already made arrangements.

    On one hand, he felt it was inappropriate to bring it up now, as it might seem like bragging about his connections to the Royal Family and cause unnecessary misunderstanding.

    On the other hand, he feared the esteemed Crown Prince might have a short memory…

    If the Prince forgot to inform the Imperial Patent Office and Morin went ahead with his boasts, he would be embarrassed if he couldn’t deliver the goods.

    He decided to wait until the matter was settled before assessing the situation.

    Morin made up his mind.

    “Then thank you very much.” He expressed his gratitude to Ludwig.

    “Don’t mention it,” Ludwig waved his hand. “You solved a major problem for our Knight Order. Is it not right for us to help you with this small matter?”

    The two then discussed some of the details of the patent application. Ludwig told Morin everything he knew about the necessary procedures and precautions without reservation.

    This conversation gave Morin a clearer understanding of the patent system in this world.

    With the official business settled, Ludwig did not linger and rose to leave.

    “I need to hurry back and report to the Grand Master. He’s waiting for my news. If you need anything, you can send someone to my home to find me.”

    Morin escorted him to the entrance. A servant of the manor had already retrieved Ludwig’s military overcoat and respectfully handed it to him.

    Dressed in his coat and hat, Ludwig once again looked like the dashing Lieutenant Colonel of the Teutonic Knight Order.

    He turned back and said solemnly to Morin: “Friedrich, as a Knight, I must keep my word.”

    “I will find an opportunity soon to arrange a meeting between you and my sister, Patricia.”

    “Ah?” Morin was stunned, quickly waving his hands. “That is completely unnecessary, truly unnecessary.”

    He wanted nothing more than to focus on making money and building his career right now, and had no interest in getting involved in romantic entanglements.

    However, Ludwig seemed to have ignored his rejection, patting his shoulder dismissively.

    “Don’t be shy, you scamp.”

    He winked, his tone suggesting, ‘I understand you.’

    “Let me tell you, the more I think about it, the more I believe you and my sister are a match made in heaven!”

    “Her temper is arrogant, like a peacock. Only a former rake like you who has now achieved great military feats can tame her~”

    Ludwig grew more excited as he spoke, as if he could already envision the happy couple’s wedding.

    “Think about it: a playboy she once publicly rejected suddenly becomes an Imperial war hero and appears before her again… Tsk, tsk, tsk!”

    Morin was exasperated by his ridiculous commentary.

    What is all this nonsense?

    “Alright, alright, please go now.” Morin pushed him away with a wry smile, afraid he might say something even more shocking.

    “Hahaha, I’ll take that as a yes then!”

    Ludwig laughed heartily, turned, and walked down the steps, getting into the military automobile of the Teutonic Knight Order waiting at the door.

    The car’s engine roared, and it quickly disappeared down the tree-lined path outside the manor.

    Morin watched him leave, then turned to go back to his room, only to find Cecilia standing quietly in the main hall nearby, watching him, arms crossed.

    She had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, her expression somewhat obscured by the light and shadow.

    “Big Sister Cecilia?” Morin’s heart skipped a beat.

    “Finished talking?” Cecilia slowly walked closer, a cryptic, half-smile on her face.

    “Yes, finished talking,” Morin answered honestly.

    “I didn’t realize our Fritz had become so charming.”

    Cecilia’s tone sounded flat, but Morin acutely detected a hint of displeasure.

    “The Teutonic Knight who once sought you out because of his sister’s honor is now, conversely, convinced that you and his sister are a match made in heaven.”

    She slowly walked up to Morin, her gray-blue eyes fixed quietly on him.

    “It seems the battlefield in the Kingdom of Aragon not only turned you into a hero but also taught you quite a few ways to win people over…”

    The tone was so obviously jealous that Morin could smell it from ten feet away.

    Morin’s scalp tingled. He immediately rushed to explain: “Big Sister Cecilia, please don’t misunderstand. Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig was just joking around.”

    “Joking?” Cecilia snorted lightly, clearly unconvinced.

    “To have an arrogant Teutonic Knight personally come to you to broker a marriage alliance is something that cannot be explained away by a simple ‘joke.’”

    She seemed unwilling to hear any more of Morin’s explanations. A complex emotion, mixed with a hint of grievance that Morin couldn’t quite understand, flashed in her gray-blue eyes.

    “Hmph.”

    She let out a cold sigh, refusing to look at Morin again, and turned, showcasing her graceful back as she headed directly toward the staircase.

    “Sigh.”

    Morin sighed, deciding he really couldn’t figure out a woman’s heart.

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