When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1100 What does it mean that Danio bought a royal governor?

"What do you mean by 'Dagno bought a royal governor'?"

Horn rubbed his eyes hard and realized that he suddenly couldn't read anymore.

Standing to one side of his desk, Catherine looked as if her worldview had been turned upside down.

How did the royal court become like this? Provincial governors can be bought and sold at will.
All we need is one spice ship!

Was the royal court's thirst for spices really that great?
“Not a royal governor.” Standing opposite Horn, Hakuto was calm and even somewhat smug.

"Is it the former governor of the royal court who has fallen out of power and been imprisoned?" Catherine followed up with a question.

“No, it’s more than that. Danio bought—” Hakuto adjusted his glasses as he opened the list in his hand, “enough ship materials for fifty-six inland waterway transport ships, more than eight hundred elite warriors, more than two hundred blood magic sorcerers and various vampire craftsmen, gold and silver jewelry worth more than thirty thousand gold pounds, plus an active royal governor.”

Clearing his throat, Hakuto adjusted his glasses again and added, "Alive."

"Alright, why are you always fussing over those glasses? What are you doing, you cannibal, wearing glasses to pretend to be a college student?" Horn couldn't help but yell. "Even if you're going to wear glasses, at least put on some lenses, right?"

Hakuto chuckled and put his glasses back in his pocket: "Wearing glasses with lenses makes me dizzy."

Horn glared at him and tapped the table with his knuckles: "Are you sure he didn't lie?"

"You personally inspected the project, would he dare? Besides, one or two projects are one thing, but for projects involving hundreds or tens of thousands, how could he dare?"

That makes sense, but that's also what Horn can't understand.

This record is outrageous, so outrageous it's absurd. Could it be that Danio is really a genius businessman?

Perhaps we should transfer him from the Exorcist Court to the Holy Treasury? Maybe that would allow him to better utilize his talents.

As if he had just thought of something, Horn suddenly became serious. He straightened his back and frowned slightly: "He is... from Black Snake Bay?"

"People from the windmill area".

"Tsk, that's strange. Does he have Black Snake Bay blood in his family?"

"No."

Holding the list, Catherine, who had been frowning at it for a long time, finally looked up and shook the paper: "Could it be that they're pretending to be pirates, instigating some gladiator uprising, and seizing some port?"

"No way! I swear on my honor, if he really did that, I'll take Jeshka's surname and become a slug!"

“They’ve also established stable trade channels, and are even urging the second batch of spices to be shipped out now, so they probably wouldn’t do something like that,” Horn explained.

“Look at how well our army does business,” Hakuto leaned forward. “Your Majesty, perhaps…”

"No way." Hakuto stuck out his rear end, and Horn knew exactly what he was about to do. "The military is strictly forbidden from engaging in business!"

Hakuto retreated dejectedly: "Our Exorcist Court people finished the ship materials and stuff, we can't just leave without any reward, can we?"

“Of course there will be a reward.” Horn picked up the list. “If this is true, the tens of thousands of gold pounds he left over will be used to add another department to your Exorcism Court.”

Hakuto immediately perked up: "What department?"

"Naval Command!"

Establishing a naval command was something Horn had been thinking about for a long time.

The Thousand River Valley was a vital thoroughfare for the empire, through which all kinds of goods were transported from the north and south.

In recent years, the GDP of the United Nations has grown at a high rate of nearly 8%, which is due not only to its low starting point, but also to the opening up of land trade routes and the alignment of granularity.

But the absence of demand now does not mean there will be no demand in the future.

The advantages of sea transport compared to land transport are still quite obvious, especially in trade with the royal court.

As the saying goes, "It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to build a great army." Building a navy is not something that can be done overnight.

Danio's actions provided Horn with an opportunity.

Danio received this money, and he used it specifically for this purpose: first, to build the framework, and then to fill it with bricks and stones.

Hakuto left satisfied, while Horn stretched and walked to the window to wipe away the condensation.

Starting this month, the Holy See Building officially put into operation its heating system, with hot water heated by a dedicated boiler room and then transported to each room through brass pipes via a spring mechanism.

However, most residents of St. Regis still use traditional fireplaces, and their use is not widespread. Only a small number of fashionable middle-class individuals and wealthy officials have installed this type of heating in their homes.

After all, this thing is a new product, and the installation fee is very expensive. In comparison, peat is still better.

Standing at the window, Horn could see Hakuto skipping and hopping out the door like a child, only to slip and fall flat on his face on the icy steps after just a few steps.

Horn couldn't help but grin at first, but then his expression turned dejected.

“Hakuto is fifty-nine this year, almost sixty, right?” Horn sighed. “When I first met him, he had black hair, but now even his beard is white.”

"Don't worry, these veterans all have breathing techniques, they can live a long time," Catherine comforted softly.

“After fighting for so many years, they all have hidden injuries…” Horn didn’t dwell on the past for long. He simply turned around and pulled out a thick book of his observations from under the list.

As a Cheka, Ezuan gathered a great deal of intelligence along the way, including the rise of Serfaye and the confrontation with the southern clan alliance.

The report on this mission itself is still not finished, probably because the process is too complicated.

But putting aside the mission itself, the information he had just received made Horn sense something was amiss.

The name Serfaye is truly memorable.

Based on the intelligence gathered so far, the life trajectory of this Shilov's mother is gradually becoming clear.

She arrived in the Eastern Continent around the age of one hundred, betrayed the royal court, joined the Secret Order of the Scales, and ultimately created the Ether Spire and Sylph.

According to available information, she even seems to have some connection with the French side.

More than 20 years ago, she suddenly left without saying goodbye, bidding farewell to her "daughter" Shilov and taking her leg with her.

Seven years ago, her disciple suddenly appeared and began helping Geniges create Blood Knights to attack the Holy Alliance.

Three years ago, she herself led the ogres to conquer the Holy Throne City, and then, by some unknown means, forcibly expelled the Soridor clan and joined the Thetis clan.

So here's the question: what did she do during the twenty-year gap in her life, from the time she said goodbye to Sylvie to the time it appeared again?
The thought of that weapon that could shoot projectiles from blood made Horn's heart sink.

Others might not know, but he felt that the design principle was strangely familiar. Wasn't it just like a musket?

According to the information Ezuan obtained from Suks, its power is no less than that of a clockwork gun.

The problems are that the rate of fire is too slow, the weight is too heavy, there are too few models, and the firing capacity is limited.

It's similar, comparable to the clockwork guns used during the Thousand River Valley War.

Horn could have lazily walked at the front because he had monopolized the source of magic.

This is not determined by intelligence or race, but by the allocation of resources.

The Thousand River Valley is naturally endowed with Ether Spire and Broken Dragon Bone, and Horn has monopolized the production of Favored Seeds.

This means that no matter how slowly he progresses, he will eventually become the leader.

But now, a second similar entity has appeared.

The royal court, representing vampire civilization, saw Sylph's mother develop similar magical weapons.

Although they are essentially the same, one relying on blood as a medium and the other on copper mines, their significance is profound.

Should he speed up his pace?
"What are you worried about?" Catherine pressed her cool fingers on Horn's temples, gently massaging them.

“That Serfaye, I feel something’s off about him.” Horn casually buried the back of his head in Catherine’s fairly broad chest. “I used to firmly believe that the Holy Alliance had no rivals, but now I have some doubts…”

“You were criticizing some cardinals for being arrogant and quick to win at a meeting just a few days ago. I think you are the leader of the arrogant faction.”

Horn squinted comfortably, looked up, and Catherine immediately leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"I hope it's just my imagination." Horn touched the green rhombus-shaped gem on his chest, but a strange sense of crisis lingered in his heart.

This sense of crisis is similar to the one he felt when he embarked on the blood and sweat path years ago—both strange and familiar.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Horn pulled himself out of Catherine's arms like a turtle retracting its head: "Let's go, it's time to practice our divine magic."

(End of this chapter)