When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1060 Let's Go Let's Go
As soon as Bradak's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Horn leaned back in his chair.

Rubbing his temples with his fingers, Horn couldn't help but sigh, "It seems the waters of Leia are about to turn murky again."

Jeanne, who was tidying up the manuscripts and ledgers on the table, paused upon hearing this: "Who knows how many more people will be displaced..."

“It’s good to be displaced.” Carrie sifted through the list and sneered, “Only when you’re displaced will you realize how good the Holy Alliance is and be willing to come and seek refuge with us.”

Look at Bradak and his ilk, they always think their dilapidated city is so precious.

Jeanne looked up and glared at Carrie: "How can you be so selfish? They are living, breathing people!"

“People?” Carrie raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on her lips. “Are they now with the Holy Alliance?”
When I finally hold their Holy Alliance household registration and cultivate Holy Alliance land, I will naturally treat them as my own family.

"Do you have to flaunt your saintly heart like that?"

"Pah!" Jeanne glared at Carrie. "You've lost all humanity!"

Horn quickly stepped in between them, spreading his arms to separate the two: "Alright, alright, it's all for the Holy Alliance, give me some face, stop arguing."

The grandson's influence might work elsewhere, but it was utterly useless in front of these two.

Jeanne and Carrie glared at him in unison: "You're on her side?"

Horn choked for a moment, and was about to call Xixi and Fang Su over for help, but when he turned around, Xixi and Fang Su had already disappeared.

After all, they've seen this scenario many times before and don't want to get involved.

Horn was helpless. Catherine was soft-hearted, and Shilov was only focused on her research, but in reality, she had already succumbed.

With angel candles, there's a way to capture angels in exchange for newborns, thus eliminating the fundamental conflict of interest.

Currently, Carrie and Jeanne are both holding their breath, neither willing to concede to the other.

It seems that the competition must start with taking Horn's virginity first.

Marrying four holy maidens may seem glamorous to outsiders, but who knows that it was actually a way to unite various forces into one?

After all, just like the Holy See wasn't built for Horn, but rather Horn had no choice but to use it.

Horn married four saintesses not for his own personal happiness, but for the harmony of the Holy Alliance.

That's what the high-ranking monks are saying in private anyway, and as for the truth, Horn really can't say.

On the one hand, it was indeed to consolidate political resources, and on the other hand, he also had his own selfish motives.

He would have to give an explanation to these four holy maidens sooner or later; it's better to give an explanation sooner rather than later.

As for offspring, with proper protection, children can be born when you're in your fifties or sixties.

Late marriage and late childbirth, leading to better prenatal and postnatal care—that's so good!

Besides, it's not even certain whether his child will become the next generation.

The argument grew louder and louder when Horn suddenly had a flash of inspiration and slapped his forehead: "Jeanne, why don't you go to Dawn Island?"

Jeanne was stunned: "What?!"

“That’s right.” Horn quickly pressed his advantage, “The Five Cities Alliance is short of people to guide them, and you know the most about uprisings.”

Besides, your going would also be a gesture, letting the world see what the Holy Maiden of the Holy Alliance is like, and how the Holy Alliance supports its own people.

Jeanne frowned, the anger in her eyes slowly subsiding, replaced by a hint of hesitation.

Seeing Carrie suddenly looking at him with seductive eyes, Horn immediately said, "You should also go to the New Five Counties and take charge of the logistics for Jeanne."

Carrie's face immediately fell.

After seeing the two saintesses off, Horn breathed a sigh of relief, slumped back into his chair, and stared blankly at the wood grain on the ceiling.

The problems left over from deceiving both sides back then—if only we hadn't done it that way in the first place.

He took out his pocket watch, opened it, and then closed it again.

Inside were small portraits of four saints; Jeanne's portrait was facing forward, as if silently glaring at someone.

"I have a headache..."

…………

The silver merchant Tobias's carriage rolled over the cobblestone streets of Longsong, the wheels hitting a crack with a dull thud.

He tightened his grip on the reins slightly, but dared not get out of the carriage to check.

The area around the city gate is no longer what it used to be.

Beneath the tattered, arrow-scarred sign of the Hatters' Guild, one could always spot seven or eight gaunt but fierce figures.

They wore coarse cloth underneath, and thick, black, knee-length hooded cloaks over them. He sat down on the ground, and no one could tell whether he was sharpening a knife or a deerskin tube under his cloak.

Don't assume they are weak just because they are beggars and vagrants.

In fact, the silverware guild itself published a case study in its "Changge City Trade Guide".

A certain earl and his personal guards were all stripped of their pants by a sudden attack by beggars and refugees, leaving them naked as they went to the Heraldry for help.

As for the reason, Tobias sighed. He knew the reason, and everyone knew the reason.

In the past, beggars and vagrants were mostly bankrupt or fleeing farmers.

The beggars and vagrants of today are now a large number of former soldiers of the Kingdom of Leia!

If we stop the carriage now, they can find out that it is filled with silverware.

It's likely that beggars, refugees, and deserters would swarm in and snatch the precious silver tableware and candlesticks.

It should be noted that when the Regent came to power more than a year ago, several neighborhoods in Changge City experienced uprisings and rebellions.

Dressed in coarse cloth robes and wearing silver-plated rings, the "Kingdom's First Subjects" concealed short swords and daggers in their wide robes and randomly went out into the streets to kill tax collectors.

This scene is reminiscent of the early days of the uprisings in Rapid City and Little Pond City, and it has also been a common sight in the Dawn Island Five Cities Alliance in recent months.

Those notorious lackeys of nobles or bishops were always the first to be eliminated.

There were even many bandit knights who, under the guise of "robbing the rich to help the poor," wantonly plundered merchants and travelers.

Although this is blatant criminal behavior, no ordinary citizen would really investigate it in detail.

They would even help hide these bandit knights, which ironically restored some of the knights' sense of honor.

Although they were breaking the law and committing crimes, the kingdom's subjects supported them.

Perhaps the regent is committing a crime.

"That Leia, I'm sure he'll be finished sooner or later," the apprentice beside him muttered, both a timely complaint and a relieved sigh.

"Shut up." Tobias gave his apprentice a hard slap on the back of the head. "If anyone hears this and holds a grudge, and tries to stop the car for inspection, we're finished."

Tobias has come to Long Song City at great expense, spending a fortune to create a batch of mithril tableware.

In the past, local nobles would have been scrambling to get their hands on this kind of tableware.

With the current economic downturn and declining consumption, only Changge City can command a high price for this kind of mithril tableware.

As for where these cheap mithril came from, that's none of your business.

Fortunately, Tobias's friend introduced him to a friend in Changge City who had a way to bypass the guild and sell the goods.

However, Tobias owes them a favor by helping them smuggle some items or pass on some messages.

Tobias's anxiety was partly due to this.

After crossing a small bridge within the city and paying the guards, we entered a relatively peaceful neighborhood.

It was like two different worlds compared to the desolate neighborhood across the bridge.

Apprentices dressed in coarse cloth shorts carried rolls of cloth and hawked them on the street.

The woman selling hot bread lifted the wooden lid, and a sweet aroma mixed with the smell of horse manure wafted out, both fragrant and foul.

Several beggars, in the conventional sense, huddled under a stone pillar in the market, stretching out their withered hands in prayer: "Sir, give us something to eat..."

The stone houses are arranged in a staggered pattern on both sides, but the colorful paintings on the walls have become mottled, revealing the dark gray stones underneath.

This neighborhood is called Fur Street, and it's home to a large number of fabric vendors and tailors.

The most magnificent of them all is the tower-like Silk Guild Church, with its oak doors carved with intertwined floral patterns and its door knockers polished to a shine.

A simple carriage drove past the silk guild, and Tobias's envious gaze swept over it.

Several merchants wearing velvet vests were chatting and laughing, with emeralds and blue jade on their fingers and pearl and gold necklaces around their necks.

But if you look a few more times into the alley, you'll see a dilapidated thatched hut that squeezes the alleyway so narrow that only one person can squeeze through sideways.

The thatched roof was blown askew by the wind, and several women were squatting in the muddy water washing clothes.

Every noon, relief officials would throw out handfuls of bran and bread, just like feeding pigeons in a square, for the refugees to grab in a frenzy.

A decade or so ago, Tobias might have lamented the decline of the nation, but now he's used to it.

"let's go."

(End of this chapter)