When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1000 You Don't Welcome the Holy Grandson?
"Your Majesty, there is an important letter from County Kasha."

Setting down his wine glass, Horn wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, apologized to the other councilors and plantation owners at the table, and then left.

Taking advantage of the moment when Pope John Paul II was away, a senator wearing a thick gold chain around his neck approached José.

"Brother Jose..." The senator whispered, lowering his head and covering his mouth with a small pineapple on the table, "Was your plantation attacked?"

“Who hasn’t been attacked?” José complained, swallowing his curry chicken. “Oludo, what about yours?”

“Isn’t this ridiculous?” Oludo clicked his tongue. “The Holy Grandson has been here for over a month, and those beastmen are attacking our plantations everywhere like wild dogs that have smelled shit.”

"Shh, be careful what you say, or the Cheka will hear you and accuse you of disrespect!" José punched him on the shoulder.

However, after beating up the loose-lipped Oludo, José became distressed.

The attacks by the beastmen and the Forest Secrets have always been the most painful problem for these plantation owners.

Especially in the cultivation of spices and herbs, there is a time difference of only one or two days between the harvesting of some spices and herbs.

If it's too early, the spices and herbs won't be effective enough; if it's too late, it's even worse—not only will it be ineffective, but it will also be poisonous.

The beastmen and the Forest Cult were alright at first; they only attacked spice ships and grain ships.

These days, they've started attacking plantations!

Those beastmen moved swiftly in small boats, often choosing to attack at night, frequently setting fire to gardens and abducting people.

They've become clever; they've somehow learned human language and even know how to infiltrate and guide slaves.

Thinking about the orders signed with the spice company and the hefty penalties for breach of contract, José and the other plantation owners were in a state of utter confusion.

This is not a joke.

He looked up again at the hall of the Celestial Maiden City, where a long, U-shaped table was placed on the marble floor, and a New Zealand female slave with a wheat-colored belly wandered among it.

In the past, these plantation owners would have been happy to take advantage of the situation, but today they were all restless.

As for the grandson on the terrace, he smiled as he read the letter and chatted with the two accompanying monks who had chased after him.

Seeing that Saint Sun hadn't noticed them, José picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He then pulled Oludo aside and said, "I'll ask you one last time, are those brothers in the forest of yours reliable?"

In the past, Oludo would have readily agreed, deeming it reliable and absolutely reliable.

But given the current situation, he had some doubts: "It should be reliable, right?"

"Then they should only plunder spice and grain ships, why are they attacking our plantations?"

“No, buddy, those Forest Secrets can’t completely control the Beastman tribe,” Oludo quickly protested. “Besides, you’ve seen it yourself, the tax police are all concentrated near Celestial Maiden City, and the Divine Punishment Legion is also concentrated on both sides of the river. How are we supposed to plunder grain ships at this time?”

"But we don't have much grain on our plantations!"

"I don't know. Even a mosquito is still meat, no matter how small. They wouldn't do that unless they were starving."

"This troublesome grandson of the Holy One is just going to stay in Heavenly Maiden City and refuse to leave..."

The two were whispering to each other in the corner when they suddenly felt the lights behind them dim.

Looking up, they saw the tall tax police chief, Sephiroth, standing behind them.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Upon seeing that it was Sephiroth, Oludo's eyes darted around and he immediately smiled ingratiatingly, "Lord Sephiroth, we were talking about the beastmen's attacks on the plantation recently."

"What happened?"

Jose then spoke up: "Since Your Majesty's arrival at Black Serpent Bay, the security forces have been concentrated on the River and Celestial City."

"Hiss, this is the perfect season for cultivating spices and herbs. Those beastmen attacking isn't going to solve anything!"

"Aren't you plantation owners, big and small, all of you from wizarding backgrounds? Why would you be afraid of those beastmen?"

As Sephiroth said, wizards began to diverge after the Secret Society Registration Act.

The first, second, and third generation of familiar wizards who were still able to use magic all went to become plantation owners, while the fourth generation and below of alchemists chose to settle in towns.

This is easy to understand; Black Serpent Bay is teeming with monsters and savages, and sorcerers have a strong ability to survive in the wilderness.

Moreover, these high-ranking wizards are all from the main branches of wizarding families and have a strong control over the family's original resources.

They already possessed resources and land, so naturally they would establish plantations. Alchemists, on the other hand, had limited survival skills and only possessed the art of alchemy, so naturally they would live in towns.

The town has alchemy workshops used to produce various alchemical products.

Putting aside the issue of production volume, the craftsmanship and technology of these alchemy workshops are superior to those of the Holy Mechanism.

For example, Tiannv City and Long Causeway City provided 70% of the production of soap and softening agents in the rinsing plant.

Jose said helplessly, "We are wizards, but we can't stay in the plantation every day and guard it, can we?"
Besides, those beastmen always come when we're not around, like now.

After arriving in Celestial City, Horn spent his time visiting the surrounding towns and talking to councilors.

They actually met with each person individually to discuss at length the issue of whether the Black Snake Bay was under the surname Sheng or Mi.

This forced all the members of the Black Serpent Bay Federation, big and small, to stay in Tiannv City. With the family's top combat power gone, the defenses were naturally weak.

"Yes, one of our plantations covers several thousand or even tens of thousands of acres. Even with the mages in our family, we can't manage it all."

"What do you mean?"

“What we mean is, if the grandson of Saint Sun wants to talk, he can finish the conversation in one go, which would be more efficient,” Oludo replied with a chuckle.

“Oh, I see.” Sephiroth nodded. “So, you two councilors from Lasomi don’t welcome His Holiness the Pope?”

What?! The two of them almost had bloodshot eyes.

How did this turn into the issue of not welcoming His Holiness the Pope's grandson? Who dares to say that His Holiness the Pope is not welcome!

"No no no no no no—" The two shook their heads like rattles and waved their hands like Parkinson's patients, explaining incoherently.

Before they could finish explaining, they saw an even more terrifying person walking towards them.

Military Police Captain Kesuku!
"Saifei, what's wrong with these two?"

"These two seem to think that the Holy Grandson has used up too much of the security force and want him to leave."

"No!" Jose exclaimed, nearly jumping up in surprise. "I didn't! I didn't say that, Captain Ksukku! I really didn't say that!"

Oludo was so choked up that he couldn't say a word, and could only wave his hands frantically with a livid face.

As a military policeman, Kesuku had unlimited investigative powers in Black Snake Bay.

The mere suspicion that "a traitor was being harbored among the plantation slaves" was enough to force a plantation to sell off its stock at a loss.

Ksukku didn't say much, but simply looked the two of them up and down and said indifferently, "Let's go, His Majesty has something to ask you."

Seeing that Kesuku wasn't there to hold them accountable, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now?" José asked hesitantly.

Kesuku didn't say much, but walked straight into a small study next to the hall.

José and Oludo had no choice but to follow. When they arrived at the small study, they found that all 14 councilors from Lasomi and the neighboring Mosca had arrived.

Among them was the old magician Anthony Sek, who had helped Jose become a member of parliament, and was chatting and laughing with Horn, his buttocks half against the stool.

Upon seeing José arrive, the old mage Antonisek took the initiative to stand up and introduced him to Horn: "Your Majesty, this is Senator José Kukulcan."

Thanks to your kindness, the three counties of Kaihua, which you brought back from the eastern counties, have now been elected as councilors.

To be honest, he learned magic from me back then, so he's kind of my student, one of my own, hahaha.

“Hello, Mr. Jose.” Horn reached out to shake hands with Jose, but Jose quickly leaned forward and kissed the back of Horn’s hand.

“Oh dear,” Antonisek quickly added, “He’s from the countryside, unsophisticated, and just admires Your Majesty too much.”

"Idiot, they don't even give hand kisses anymore!"

José grinned foolishly, and the others laughed along, creating a joyful atmosphere in the room.

Just as he was about to introduce Oludo, Ksukku leaned closer and whispered a few words in Horn's ear.

The next second, thinking he had passed the test and was about to sit down, Jose heard Horn say with a smile:

"According to Ksukku, both Senators José and Oludo agree that I have wasted too much security resources, causing damage to your plantations?"

(End of this chapter)