When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1024 Reunion

The Green Vine Inn is not located on the main road, but it is adjacent to a small village and a clear stream.

Vines climbed the dark, massive granite, and arrow slits could even be seen between the pointed or arched windows.

Looking out the window, the inner courtyard is a herb garden, filled with all kinds of herbs and spices.

For example, rosemary, sage, cabbage, and onions, as well as shrubs and flowerbeds, but they haven't been properly pruned in a long time.

A cobblestone path leads through the garden to a pavilion with a marble table in the center.

As he walked in with Silvanik, Guslit, Senius, and others, Varas continued to explain the history of the hotel.

"This Green Vine Inn was actually a knight's mansion a few years ago."

However, this knight was captured after enlisting in Prince Condé's lancer unit, and in order to raise the ransom, he had to sell his mansion to a local nobleman for money.

Subsequently, due to trade dealings, the house was sold to the Black Snake Bay Spice Company…

"Oh." Guslit nodded and asked, "Well, how did you manage to move in?"

Senius's smile even had a hint of benevolence: "This is all thanks to Varas. These rooms were originally for senior employees."

"Ah, Varas, you've become a senior employee at United Spice Company?" Guslit's eyes lit up.

He couldn't find a job after graduation, so it's a good opportunity for this junior from Wa to help out senior from Gu.

Varas shook his head discreetly: "No, I am not a senior employee of United Spice & Fragrance Company."

I served as a Priestess in the Commercial Division of the Evangelical Fellowship, and my responsibilities included the export of spices...

Don't misunderstand, because I'm new here, I was assigned to represent the Commercial Department to record meetings. When people heard about this, they came to me on their own initiative.

Actually, even if Dean Senius were here, they would have made room for him to stay in the room anyway.

I paid the normal amount, and I even gave them extra.

The tribunal has been cracking down hard lately, so Varas needs to explain himself clearly.

"So, you're in charge of United Fragrances?"

"Well, almost."

Guslit was speechless for a moment before finally letting out a breath: "Varas, you've really hit the jackpot. How much is your annual salary?"

"Guslit!" Silvanik shouted, startling Guslit.

Instead, Varas waved his hand and said, "It's alright, we're all on the same side. I'm a low-ranking exorcist monk, and my annual salary is around 40 gold pounds."

That's two to four times the strength of a knight!
As the second son of a knight, Guslit was well aware of the value of this, not to mention its weight.

I've been following Silvanik for six years, and I still haven't graduated. Even after graduating, I still can't find a job...

Guslit felt as if something was stuck in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

"Actually, not much. Prices in the Holy Mechanism Court are very high, as you know."

Hearing this, Guslit's resentment subsided somewhat.

However, Varas did not tell him that he had half-price dormitory accommodation, free dining at the Holy See Building, and spices and various vouchers issued by his department every day.

Basically, any unsold items at Enqing Department Store were bought up at low prices by these departments and distributed as bonuses.

Silvanik coughed: "Alright, I know you two must have something to say to each other."

"You two go ahead and talk. I'll just catch up with Senius."

Knowing that the two wanted to talk privately, Varas and Guslit left together, leaving the two of them in the pavilion.

How are you doing at Newbridge University?

“That’s great. Dosen and the others have already graduated and are serving as candidates for courtiers for the governor of White Sand.” “That’s good. White Sand is a good place. Do they have experience in managing glass workshops?” Senius’s eyes lit up. “Our Holy Alliance needs such talent, or at least some experience to share with us, to give us a starting point to learn from.”

"Uh-huh," Silvanik stammered. "I'll write to them when I get back."

“Okay.” Senius picked up his tea and took a sip, looking Silvanik up and down. “You’ve aged a lot since then. Oh dear, I’m getting old too. I’m not planning on taking any more students.”

Silvanik picked up his teacup, but only to hide the strange look on his face.

To be honest, the last person he wanted to meet was Senius.

Now, not only have they encountered this situation, but they've even been given two rooms to house his students.

Damn it, who would have thought that the damned King Gigi was such a fool, and his army of 100,000 was crushed in the Battle of Horn.

When King Gigi arrived in Flower Hill City, he was placed in the Peace Pavilion.

Silvanik even made a special trip to visit him, only to find that tickets were required to watch His Majesty the King get up from the front row, and tickets could fetch high prices.

King Gigi gained a lot of weight after arriving in France for a few months and was treated like an animal.

For a fleeting moment, Silvanik felt an intense hatred for Charles VIII.

This isn't just slapping King Gigi in the face; it's slapping the faces of all the Leias!

Regardless of the outcome, the Holy Alliance survived, and not only survived, it became a regional power.

Even Fran dared not launch a rash attack, but instead decided to stage a grand debate.

Is choice more important than effort? This sentence echoed in Silvanik's ears once again.

Silvanik put down his teacup, looked at Senius in front of him, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Brother Senius, you're not taking on new students anymore, but are you interested in taking on old ones? Does St. Armory University need any more teachers?"

Senius blinked. Although they seemed like scholars in an ivory tower, these people were all shrewd and calculating.

He guessed Silvanik's thoughts almost instantly, but he still said, "Maybe not."

Silvanik stood up and turned to leave, but then, remembering his meager funds and the student who had attempted suicide a few months earlier, he turned back.

Standing before Senius, he looked ten years older: "Brother Senius, there were so many people outside just now, I..."

Before Silvanik could make a move, Senius immediately stepped forward and blocked his path.

"What does it mean?"

“I want my students to transfer to your program. The French look down on us and target us at every turn. These students are all supported by my annual salary alone…”

Senius scratched his head: "The University of St. Mechanics is much stricter now. If it were two or three years earlier, I might have been able to arrange something for you, but I'm afraid that's not possible now."

Silvanik asked in surprise, "Didn't you send a letter before saying that the Holy Mechanism was short of people?"

"Yes, but in the past four years, the Holy Mechanism Court has recruited nearly five hundred Leia scholars and engineers. There are too many scholars and teachers, and not enough students. Now they almost only recruit members of the Holy Path Sect."

Silvanik was thunderstruck. He knew Senius's personality; if things didn't work out, he would definitely say so directly.

Is there really no other chance?

Senius thought for a moment: "Long Causeway is building a new university soon, and it just happens to be missing a law school and a liberal arts school."

"That's exactly your forte. Black Snake Bay is quite short of notaries and judges, but this matter needs careful consideration. Please stand up first..."

The two sat down again, facing each other and drinking tea. Senius frowned, thinking about how to proceed with this matter.

Silvanik could only wait anxiously, and in the misty fog, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

"It's true, choice is more important than effort..."

(End of this chapter)