When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1090 A businessman who doesn't want to be a military officer isn't a good illiterate.

The Crimson Sea.

The Vantor Chain Islands.

Starting from the Zealand Islands, passing through the terrifying Abyss Sea where there isn't a single island, lies the Chain of Vancho Islands.

As its name suggests, this territory of the Vandal clan is like a necklace adorning the crescent-shaped East Crossing Bay.

As for those small, beautiful islands, which are like chains, they are the most beautiful pearls and gems on the necklace of the Vandro clan.

After a full 56 days at sea, the spice ship that had set sail from Pearl Harbor and made contact with the pirates finally cleaved through the not-so-scarlet waters of the Red Sea.

The vampire pirates replaced their skull and crossbow flag with the rainbow flag favored by the Ventura clan, transforming themselves into honest, armed sea merchants.

According to their previous agreement, of the three spice ships, two would be taken away by them for sale.

Once the remaining ship is brought to port, the Holy Alliance will be responsible for selling it themselves.

This was to familiarize them with trade routes and, incidentally, train seafarers in preparation for independent trade in the future.

As for the spice ships from the Holy Alliance, they dutifully anchored near the nearshore anchorage, awaiting resupply.

The islands of the Vandrone Chain are small, and the port is even smaller, allowing only merchant ships with special connections to enter.

Forget about "armed merchant ships" like the Holy Alliance.

In this calm sea crowded with ships, the local indigenous people row their small boats across the water.

Buckets of fresh water and fruits and vegetables were hoisted onto boats in exchange for money or sugar.

Here, money is considered a secondary form of currency; the most popular hard currencies are glass, porcelain, sugar, and spices.

Sunlight fell on the deck, and the seagulls stood motionless in the wind, parallel to the colorful flags.

Paolina, meanwhile, hid in the shadows, spreading her wings against the wind, letting her fully grown bat wings bask in the sea breeze of her ancestral land.

The salty sea breeze blew against Danio, making the letter from Pope Saint Sun in his hand rustle loudly.

It has been a month since I left Zealand.

But whenever Danio had free time, he would unfold the letters and read them.

With his elbows resting on the ship's railing, Danio lowered his head and silently read the letter in his hand.

“Dear Mr. Danio, how is the weather where you are? I am sending this message because…”

"The believers of the Holy Alliance need your knowledge and skills, ship materials, trade routes, and even more so, talent..."

"I sincerely hope you can complete the mission successfully. I will be waiting to reward you in the Holy Mechanism Court..."

Looking at the letter in his hand, a hint of womanly sorrow appeared on the usually calm and quick-witted Danio's face.

"What are you looking at?" The chaplain Ezuan, who was accompanying the ship on this voyage, poked his head out from the side. "Reading His Majesty's letter again?"

"Ah."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. His Majesty is a very easy person to talk to. Even if you make a mistake, as long as it's not a mistake of principle, he will give you a chance."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I'm not under much pressure," Danio said with a forced smile.

"This wasn't originally your responsibility to handle, but it just so happens that the three businessmen from the Holy Heritage Administration and their assistants were all investigated."

Unable to find a new one in a short time, and with the pirates growing impatient, they had no choice but to hastily set off.

You need not worry; if things don't go well, His Majesty will not criticize you too much.

"In any case, His Majesty knows, so I have to do my job well."

Despite saying this, Danio's smile was clearly somewhat forced under the salty sea breeze.

Ezuan assumed he was just nervous and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, saying, "This journey must have been tiring enough. Take a rest first. We'll need your business skills once we get ashore."

"Haha, hahaha, it's alright, it doesn't matter, it's just something on my lips..."

"You can't say that; you have to use your brain too."

After bidding farewell to Ezuan, Danio strode back to the second-floor foreground.

He greeted the sailors along the way and soon returned to his cabin at the bow of the ship.

As soon as the hatch closed, Danio pressed his back against the wooden door, cold sweat pouring down his forehead and the back of his neck.

By the Father, they really were counting on themselves to conduct this business exchange and spice trade!

He doesn't have any business skills!

Danio frantically scratched his scalp, turning what was once a fairly neat scalp into a mess resembling a chicken coop.

If I had known, I shouldn't have put "graduated from Clayton Business School" on my resume.

The person who attended Clayton Business School and joined the Merchants' Guild as an assistant to a big merchant was actually his older brother.

Unfortunately, this older brother died in a shipwreck.

Danio wrote this on his resume simply because most of the officers who were promoted at the same time came from some seminary or monastery. In order not to be looked down upon by others and to strive to have the same qualifications as them, he filled in that he graduated from Clayton Business School.

He thought at the time, how could the Holy Alliance, as a landlocked country, possibly have a need for maritime trade?

Why not fill it in?
In fact, filling it in or not makes no difference.

With the outbreak of war, everyone's promotion and treatment depended on their military merits.

His promotion through unconventional means did not encounter much difficulty.

Danio himself had even forgotten about this. When they set off, he thought that Ezuan was in charge of buying and selling goods, and that he was only responsible for guarding the safety!
It wasn't until he received the letter that he realized he was actually in charge of the business aspect.

Isn't this a fool's errand?
Ezuan and his group actually expected him to handle some kind of sales and business negotiations.

In the past, selling spices would have been fine, since spices are a hard currency and it has always been a seller's market.

As for trade routes, they cannot be established all at once, since trust needs to be built up.

If that doesn't work, I can just pretend to be sick when I get back and not come back next time, wouldn't that solve the problem?

As a result, His Majesty sent a letter asking him to buy more ship materials and shipwrights, and it would be even better if he could get some vampires who could be bribed as blood magic sorcerers.

How would he know how to buy it?
Maritime traders are not like street vendors who simply push a cart and sell their wares; otherwise, there would be no need for guild schools.

Danio, who hails from the windmill region, is very familiar with this business training model.

A businessman typically starts out as an excellent clerk, employee, or accountant, and then enters business school through recommendations from friends and family.

After completing their studies, they would be responsible for serving as an assistant to a businessman for a long period of time, developing their own network and business.

Daniel, Daniel's brother, followed the same path. When Daniel was learning to read from his brother, he had seen his brother's notes.

The curriculum included Royal Baroque, arithmetic and bookkeeping, business practices and etiquette, negotiation, currency and exchange, cost analysis, trade routes, commodity classification, commercial law, and more.

If someone asks, he can still vaguely recount the story based on fragments of memory.

If it really comes down to him operating something like Baroque language and arithmetic, he's fine.

He knew absolutely nothing about things like negotiation, currency exchange, or commercial law.

After his older brother died in a shipwreck when he was 12, he drifted to Rapids City to work as a sailor, later joined the Salvation Army, and then went on to military school.

Because of his sailor background, he later fought several naval battles against Leia's army.

He knew exactly how to board ships, how to build breastworks, how to seize ships, and how to defend against cavalry charges.

When faced with business problems, he simply couldn't solve them!

In this situation, Danio knew nothing more than to pray to the Father for everything to go smoothly.

He walked to the small table nailed to the wall, unlocked the wooden cabinet, took out a worn notebook, and pulled out a single sheet of paper.

On that piece of paper was his confession and repentance.

He started writing as soon as he learned that he would be in charge of business negotiations.

To this day, he had actually finished writing it long ago, but he just couldn't find or didn't want to find an opportunity to submit it.

Perhaps I should have come clean sooner?

But what if? What if this trip goes incredibly smoothly, and he gets through?

Danio's face contorted as he stared at the streaks of ink.

He stared at the blank sheet of paper covered in writing for a full half hour before hurriedly stuffing it back into the wooden cabinet, as if a drowning person had suddenly breathed in oxygen.

If you have to say something, it's best to say it from the beginning.

He didn't say it then, but now it's turned out like this...

The only solution Danio could think of was to drag the situation ashore and then use his connections to get outside help from the local merchants' stronghold.

If we confess then, or don't confess at all, at least there's still a glimmer of hope.

He shed so much blood to earn the rank of captain, and now he'll be able to get the rank of junior general.

Being stripped of his job would be one thing, but he certainly didn't want to be exiled to Black Snake Bay.

With this in mind, Danio once again opened the notebook he had pulled out of the wooden cabinet.

These were notes he bought at a high price from a merchant's apprentice in Zealand, and he used them to quickly brush up on his business knowledge on the spot.

His brother had taught him a little Baroque, and he was fairly proficient.

For the rest, he could only rely on the knowledge in this secondhand notebook.

"God bless you!" Danio drew the character "屮" on his forehead, having never studied so diligently before.

After five nights of miracles, each with their own pen and a single stroke, in Danio, they finally arrived near their destination.

The Royal Court of Flesh and Blood, Moonlight Bay in the province of Izmir.

(End of this chapter)