in the name of the queen.

Chapter 194 Crazy Night

On April 1792, 4, the last batch of grain purchased by Roland through Samaritan merchants arrived at the Port of Emre. The day before, similar products purchased through merchants in other countries arrived, but the quantity was much smaller.

The last batch of food came from the distant kingdom of Nubia, passed through the vast intercontinental sea and the sunset ocean, and finally arrived at the destination after a month's trek.

In order to welcome their arrival, Port Authority Director Schmidt personally led the staff of the Port Authority to greet them.

Not only that, he also hung up exaggerated red banners in accordance with the requirements of the Department of Commerce.

Although I don’t know where this habit came from, it is said that this is the request of the Governor, so the Port Authority naturally did not dare to ask more questions.

Maybe it's a custom from the damned Samaritan merchant's homeland?
Director Schmidt, who was standing by the dock, was thinking disapprovingly.

The Governor is good in everything, but he trusts the Samaritan merchants a little too much.

These dirty pigs have no shame, no bottom line, and only care about money. The Governor must know this, but he has to do business with these people.

He fully understood Governor Roland's actions to purchase grain.

Stimulated by money, they were full of energy, sweating profusely, and the transportation progress was rapid.

The Port of Emre is one of the first ports in the world to implement mechanized loading and unloading. There is a smooth hardened road between the dock and the warehouse area to facilitate the passage of these big guys.

There was an endless stream of animal-drawn carts and steam trucks transporting grain from morning to night.

He looked at the Samaritan businessman coldly and snorted, "Mr. Larbert, you'd better think about how to deal with the aftermath. This is a serious matter that has resulted in human lives."

Through the telescope, Schmidt saw the rows of sails rising gradually at the end of the sea level. He let out a sigh of relief and the discomfort of waiting for a long time was slightly relieved.

Not only that, but a sailor accidentally fell from a high altitude while climbing the mast to lower the sail, and turned into a blur of flesh and blood on the deck.

I didn't have enough time, so I had to move it into the granary first, put a seal on it, and check it tomorrow.

He is a port authority official, so he naturally hopes that Emre Port will prosper so that he can be promoted.

At least ten large fleets like the one he led have arrived in the port recently, unloading a total of more than 600,000 tons of grain, basically filling the surrounding granaries.

Looking at this efficient transportation efficiency, Labot didn't know what to say.

Although many officials in the three provinces had good relations with Samaritan merchants, he was not included.

He is eager to progress, but he will not join the ranks of businessmen.

In addition to traditional donkey carts, there are also many steam trucks that carry goods.

Many colleagues cannot understand his behavior, but his ambitions are not something these idiots can understand.

More than fifty giant merchant ships and a dozen escort ships made the port extremely crowded.

That's not a grain ship, but double the pay!

Rabot is short in stature, more than a head shorter than Schmidt, but his figure is exceptionally round, and he is more than two circles fatter than Schmidt.

The originally lazy porters suddenly became energetic and looked at the grain ship with sharp eyes like hawks.

It was already approaching the afternoon, and it was more than three hours behind the scheduled arrival time.

Looking at these large ships filled with food, Schmidt felt a sense of accomplishment.

The sudden change disrupted the order of cargo ships entering the port and caused a commotion.

As the head of the Port Authority, he not only has a unique understanding of trade, but is also proficient in meteorology.

Seeing that Schmidt was unmoved, Labert smiled playfully and was about to explain that the pie was unusual, but Schmidt had already turned around and walked away, instructing the people from the Port Authority to maintain order.

If the progress was normal, we wouldn't even be able to unload all the grain today. Fortunately, Schmidt gave the porters double pay.

Perhaps the captain was too drunk to steer, or perhaps the sailors were lazy. Today's entry into the port was surprisingly slow.

This difference of three to four hours also makes it impossible to complete the inspection process on the same day.

Although he didn't dare to ask, he could probably guess some.

Order was finally restored, but it was delayed for a while.

"That's not necessary, my wife is a great cook." Schmidt didn't give any face at all.

The fleet owner, Labert, came from nowhere and gave Schmidt a flattering smile. Also handed over was an exquisite small box.

Long live Her Majesty the Queen, the Governor is wise, and Schmidt is also very smart!

He is not discriminating against anyone, but he is equally disgusted with the behavior of shortcomings and shoddy goods.

Once this batch of food arrives in Hong Kong, the three provinces under the governor's jurisdiction will not have to worry about food problems, even if they include the refugees.

For this, he received a letter of praise from the Governor, praising him for having highly consistent ideas with the Governor and receiving 10 performance points.

After roughly calculating the moving time, Schmidt frowned.

Amid everyone's expectations, the grain ship slowly entered the port.

He is not cooperating with greedy businessmen, he is receiving life-saving rations for the people of the three provinces.

Last year's unusually warm winter was rare in recent decades. He was a little worried. He wrote to the Governor at the beginning of the year to remind Roland to stock up on food in advance.

Her Majesty the Queen is in Hansa. If you don't show off now, what are you waiting for?
Schmidt turned to the dock workers hired behind him and shouted: "Be quick and finish moving the food before the sun sets, and your wages will be doubled!"

"This is a pie made by my wife. You can take it back and share it with your family."

Although he didn't quite understand why Governor Roland needed so much food, it was not his place to ask. He just wanted to make more money.

It's probably going to be a war, Larbert thought silently.

It can’t be prepared for ordinary people, right? In his view, if there is a famine year, it will be the wrath of the gods, and those who starve to death are those who do not have firm faith.

The government spending money to buy food for ordinary people was beyond his understanding.

He originally wanted to find an opportunity to give away the box of pies with the large check from Hansa Bank, but Schmidt did not give him a chance.

Seeing that there were so many people on the pier, he had no choice but to put the box away and prepare to visit again when the night was quiet and crowded.

It was busy until nightfall, and the moving work was completed as scheduled.

Although various "unexpected" incidents occurred, the porters, who were paid double remuneration, worked with amazing efficiency and managed to complete the task.

Schmidt watched the last bullock cart drive towards the warehouse, laughed loudly, and made an invitation gesture to Labert and others.

"Mr. Larbert, you have worked hard. The Port Authority has prepared a welcome dinner, please!"

Although things turned out differently than he expected, Schmidt's enthusiastic attitude still reassured Rabot.

No matter, as long as the other party is an official, it is impossible to win over him.

After the dinner, I asked other pioneers from the chamber of commerce about Mr. Schmidt’s hobbies.

If you are not afraid that officials are not greedy, you are afraid of not being interested.

Whether you like money, women or anything else, you can satisfy it! Robert thought silently.

When others were not paying attention, he called his deputy David and winked.

David was hesitant and wanted to remind him a few words, but was forced back by Larbert's murderous eyes.

"You have family, my friend."

This sentence made all David's hesitation disappear instantly.

President Larbert was right, he had a family and there was no way out. This journey of transporting food across the ocean is not easy. If you submit the food strictly according to the requirements, you can certainly make money, but you can't make it with blood.

According to President Larbert’s standards, any gain without blood is a loss.

How could a shrewd Samaritan businessman lose money? Mr. Larbot had a plan, but David was still flustered just thinking about the horror of the plan.

There's no point in panicking, something has to be done.

He quietly left the crowd and returned to the fleet in the name of arranging berthing arrangements to arrange operations for tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye, Schmidt saw Larbert and his deputy muttering, but he paid no attention.

Do your job well and don't meddle in other people's business. This is his official philosophy.

He believed that the wise Governor had already prepared a countermeasure.

The mobile cavalry unit stationed near the Port Authority is definitely not here for sightseeing.

Since the Governor has made arrangements, there is no need for him to make his own decisions, as long as he cooperates.

Schmidt enthusiastically invited Labert and the others into the banquet hall.

Today's dinner is simple but lively. The dishes are all local specialties. It is not luxurious but rich. The blood sausage and pork knuckle are filling, and the dark beer is enough. In addition, there are local delicacies such as croquettes, salted cod, apple pie, etc.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner spread out on the table, Larbert felt a little embarrassed.

Although Samaritan merchants like to lie on the bodies of Rodinian countries and suck blood like crazy, their eating habits are very repulsive to animal blood.

Blood sausage, the favorite delicacy of people from the three overseas provinces, is a disaster for them.

Seeing Labot's troubled look, Schmidt burst into laughter.

"Mr. Larbert, if you want to gain a foothold here in the future, you have to get used to our food. It's impossible not to eat blood sausage here."

"This is the best blood sausage. Her Majesty the Queen has praised it after eating it. The Governor even asked us to provide it regularly. There are also these crispy pork elbows. These are all local delicacies."

Rabot muttered with some embarrassment: "But this is not in line with our teachings."

"Your doctrine?"

Schmidt frowned and reminded loudly: "Mr. Rabot, the Governor-General implements a relatively liberal religious policy, but this freedom is limited to the choice between fertility and light."

"Our country is the Diocese of Fertility, and Fertility is the mainstream faith. The Governor is a Knight of Light, so he also accepts believers of the Light Faith. Other faiths are heretics in the Governor's Territory."

"I advise you to think clearly early on whether you should believe in abundance or light."

Perhaps he thought this was a bit too aggressive, so Schmidt took a fork of the delicious blood sausage, chewed it hard, then put it into his stomach with a large glass of beer, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Larbert, don't worry too much. Regardless of the abundance or the light, we only advocate no taboos when it comes to food. You can enjoy the food with confidence and boldness."

Rabot's face turned dark, but he knew there was no way to avoid it.

If he doesn't eat this blood sausage, Schmidt will give him little shoes to wear.

Port Emre is the largest port in the Governor-General's jurisdiction. The director of the Port Authority has great power and cannot afford to offend.

Rabot gave a heartfelt greeting to Schmidt's ancestors in his heart, and then helplessly took the blood sausage and brought it to his lips with a trembling hand.

With a cruel heart, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it like poison.

There was no taste at all, I just felt nauseated.

He had to grab the beer glass in front of him and get up with all his strength.

He lowered his head and listened to the wild laughter of the Port Authority officials.

Since the president has eaten, other people in the chamber of commerce can't say anything and can only grit their teeth and eat.

Seeing the painful expressions on these Samaritans, Schmidt sneered in his heart.

These people are not going to change at all. The Governor is still too kind. According to his idea, these heretics should be directly crucified like other countries.

During the reign of the Magic Empire, they rebelled, killed the governor, and were destroyed by the angry Magic Empire, becoming a wandering nation.

However, no matter where they go, they refuse to integrate into the local area, do not accept local customs, and even try to assimilate the local people.

Schmidt sighed helplessly.

The Governor is good at everything, but he is too kind. Maybe it's because he is often with the Queen, he is too kind.

Despite some complaints, Schmidt still completed his job well.

He did his best to give the Samaritans strength.

If they do not accept change, then they will be oppressed in all aspects including diet, culture, and living habits until they change under pressure or seek death.

If you neither accept change nor die, it will be difficult.

The dinner went on in a pleasant atmosphere, at least on the part of the Port Authority.

Seeing the Samaritans eating as if they were eating feces, their appetites increased and they drank several glasses of wine.

There was only one person who didn't drink at the dinner, the cavalry lieutenant colonel Jess sent by Hansa.

His indifferent eyes swept across the audience, carefully observing everyone's expressions.

Although the banquet was full of officials and wealthy businessmen, all of whom were good at hiding their thoughts, their expressions could be disguised, but the emotions in their eyes could not.

He could tell what these people were thinking.

The traditional bureaucrats represented by Schmidt were hostile to the Samaritans; the Samaritan businessmen represented by Labert were greedy and vicious; other businessmen who accompanied them dared to be angry but dare not speak out.

Jace observed silently, saying nothing.

Do your own thing and don't cross the line, he warned himself silently.

After serving as a colonel for three years in the country, not only did he not have the opportunity for promotion, he was also relegated to overseas by the Minister of War.

He thought his life was gloomy and his future was bleak, but he met the Queen and the Governor.

His life took a turn for the better.

In just a few months, he was promoted to lieutenant colonel of cavalry, serving directly the Queen and the Governor-General.

Although his military rank is not high, his actual status is equivalent to that of captain of the Guards.

He cherished everything he had now. He didn't want to be forced to go home to take over his father's duties and run the family business before he was promoted to brigadier general at the age of thirty.

He is not short of money and has little interest in money.

He is more eager to display his talents on the battlefield and to stand out.

Coming to Port Emre to supervise the delivery of grain was a task given to him by the governor.

It seems unremarkable, but in fact it is an undercurrent.

He vaguely felt something was wrong. Governor Roland was far too tolerant of these Samaritans, even out of character for him.

In the first few food handovers, the greed of the Samaritan merchants was clearly evident.

Some chambers of commerce have tampered with the floor scales, leaving the goods short; some chambers of commerce have stuffed unhulled wheat into flour bags to pass it off as genuine; some chambers of commerce have used inferior flour to pass it off as first-class flour, passing it off as quality.

With his sharp eyes, he caught all these shameful behaviors.

However, Governor Roland did not care too much, and did not even make a clear stance, allowing the Samaritan merchants to do whatever they wanted.

Others thought that Roland was asking for help but did not dare to explode, but Jace knew that he was gathering strength.

The governor once sent someone to convey verbal orders to him.

Keep your inspections going and don’t miss any issues.

From this ordinary command, Jace smelled the hidden murderous intention.

If the Governor really has a request and doesn't dare to go into the details, simply conduct a gender check to avoid making it difficult for everyone.

Yet he's still checking.

The greed of the Samaritan merchants blinded them, making them mistakenly believe that Roland was no different from the previous officials.

The prey has fallen into the trap and it’s time to close the net.

Jess suddenly felt that the party was boring, so he found an excuse to leave.

The others were relieved that he was gone.

After all, he represents the Queen and the Governor, and he always has a bad face that makes others unable to let go.

After Jace left, the Port Authority officials became even more unscrupulous and soon became drunk.

They put their arms around the shoulders of Labert and others, and while calling themselves brothers, they put their crispy elbows into the mouths of these gentle businessmen.

They were happy, but the Samaritan's fist was hardened.

After finally staying up until the dinner was over, the Samaritan merchants fled in panic. It was rare for businessmen from other countries to see them in such a mess, but they were in a good mood and enjoyed the food and wine even more enthusiastically.

Larbert returned to his residence with a livid face. He took the soapy water handed over by the servant, drank it down hard while enduring nausea, and squatted on the ground to vomit.

He kept reciting the scriptures and expressed that he had eaten it accidentally and did not intentionally violate the teachings.

Just when he was vomiting, the deputy who had just gone out to prepare quietly approached him and asked in a low voice:

"Boss, we are ready. When will we start?"

"Let's do it around four in the morning. When these idiots are asleep, treat them to a beautiful bonfire!"

Seeing Labert's hateful eyes, the deputy lowered his head in fear and his hands trembled.

Mr. Larbert was so crazy that he was short of at least 20% of the grain he transported, so he hesitated to enter the port during the day, hoping to delay the handover and find an opportunity to bribe the port authority officials.

If that doesn't work, then use an "accidental" fire to light the granary and settle the account directly.

Mr. Larbert wandered at sea for many days before transporting the precious food back, but it was eventually burned due to poor management by local officials.

If he was braver, he could even seek compensation from Roland.

There are not many people participating in the operation tonight. They are all dead soldiers that Labot has raised for many years. These people will be silenced after setting the fire.

They know too much.

Thinking of this, the deputy's heart trembled. He knew better. How would Mr. Larbert treat him afterwards?
Perhaps seeing through his deputy's fear, Labot said with a smile: "David, don't worry, I will arrange for you to go to the New World. You can enjoy your life there, but you can't come back."

The deputy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly expressed his gratitude to Larbert.

Although the living conditions in the New World are very poor, as long as you have money, you will find paradise anywhere.

This was the last time he served Mr. Larbert.

After finishing this job, you can go ashore!
He disappeared into the night like a civet cat.

After watching David leave, Larbert's face gradually darkened. He snapped his fingers, called the butler who had been loyal to the family for two generations, and whispered something.

David, the new world I am talking about is the Pure Land of Pure Bliss, and you can definitely reach it.

Sorry, you know too much.

promise? Promises only last as long as they are needed. Mr. Larbert is not needed now.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Jace, who was still in the watchtower, used the telescope to observe the surroundings again.

Unfortunately, the surrounding environment is too dark, and it is dark and windy tonight, so it is impossible to see clearly.

He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He decided to go check it out for himself near the Warehouse District.

Putting on his night walking gear, he ducked and walked around a small jungle.

He didn't hear the footsteps, but he still stopped alertly.

Although he couldn't see clearly, he smelled the smell of alcohol and kerosene coming from the other end of the woods.

这 是
These desperadoes want to set fire to something!
Jace was stunned. He thought these people would be mischievous, but he didn't expect them to be so crazy.

These warehouses have been built over many years and are equipped with various sentries and strong walls. It is very difficult to seize the warehouses using conventional means.

It's different when attacking with fire.

After all, these warehouses are a mixture of brick and wood structures, and there is a lot of grain in them, which can easily burn.

Once the fire breaks out, with tonight's strong winds, the entire warehouse district will be wiped out.

Jess subconsciously wanted to run back to the camp, but stopped suddenly.

Wait, could this be part of the Governor's plan?
If this is bait, will his early action ruin the Governor's overall plan?
Jace's heart was racing and he hesitated.

Regardless of whether the governor set a trap, he could first gather his troops and arrest the arsonists as soon as the fire started.

The cost was heavy losses to the granary garrison, and 60,000 tons of fine grain were burned to the ground.

If he can catch the arsonist in time, he will definitely achieve great success.

What to do with the granary garrison? What to do with the more than 100,000 tons of grain still stranded in warehouses? What about refugees waiting for food to survive?
Jace's soul was tortured.

It only took him a second to make his decision.

Arrest people!

If the Governor laid a trap for the gang, the charge of conspiracy to set fire would be enough. Although burning granaries are easier to arouse the anger of the masses and meritorious deeds are more intuitive, the losses are too heavy.

Jace was eager to make progress, but he couldn't help but watch his colleagues being burned to death and use their corpses as a ladder for advancement.

Maybe one day he will be mercenary, maybe one day he will be insensitive, maybe one day he will be ruthless.

But not today!
Now he is going to arrest these lunatics who have lost their minds.

Jace quickly returned to the barracks and blew the assembly whistle.

The cavalryman, resting in his leather armor, responded quickly.

Jess stood in front of them with a murderous look and announced loudly, "Someone is trying to burn down the granary. This is treason. Follow me and arrest them!"

The eyes of the cavalry were bright.

They had not had a good rest for many days, and they had been holding back their anger for a long time, and finally had a chance to vent it out.

Jace got on his horse, holding a flintlock musket in his left hand and a two-meter-long lance in his right hand, and rushed out first.

The sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the night like muffled thunder, whistling together with the sound of wind.

Someone is going to be in trouble tonight.

(End of this chapter)