When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1128 Ten Thousand Ships Head Towards the Holy Alliance

Whether it's Windmill Land, Dawn Island, or other parts of Leia, there are many others who have taken similar actions to Mosley.

Whatever their reasons, they all rushed toward the Holy Alliance.

Including the French.

The news was circulating not only in Flower Hill City, but also in Lilac City, Wolf Village, and Fat Bird Castle.

The machine-controlled horse racing, in particular, has attracted a lot of attention.

Over the past decade, quite a few people have been to the Holy Mechanism Court and fought on the battlefields of the Holy Alliance.

Compared to their previous unfamiliarity with clockwork guns and clockwork mechanisms, people's understanding of them is much higher than before.

But as the saying goes, "Things before I was born are unbreakable truths, things before I turned thirty are all new trends, and things after I turned thirty are all demons and monsters."

Aside from the younger generation, the older generation of Fran employees, who are currently the backbone of Fran, look down on machines.

The logic is simple: they would believe that a lever could lift a millstone.

But it would be ridiculous for a machine to outrun a galloping horse.

It's a very simple principle: if a machine doesn't even have a brain, how can it run?
"Is this rationality? It's quite laughable." Folding up the newspaper in his hand, the merchant from the southern river region, Buslivon, put his hands behind his back and made a purely rational critique.

Purely critical of reason, relying entirely on emotion, without a trace of reason.

On the other side of the coffee table, Madame Midus, the owner of the floral dew workshop and also a baroness, covered her mouth with a folding fan and laughed, "I heard that many people on Dawn Island and in the Holy Alliance have opened betting odds on the win of the machine car?"

Busrivan immediately bowed, looking like a sycophant: "Yes, this is clearly trying to curry favor with the Pope, which is extremely unwise."

"What about you?"

"Haha, the Pope wouldn't even look at a nobody like me, so I bet five hundred pounds on the horse."

“Five hundred gold pounds.” Lady Midus opened her cherry-like mouth as if in a coquettish tone, “That’s no small sum.”

"Haha, it's nothing special. What did you bet on?"

"I allocated some to the motorcycles and some to the horses, since we'll still be doing business with the Holy Alliance people in the future, right?"

Busley von said with a hint of jealousy, "With such a large business empire, of course you'd catch the Pope's eye."

"It would be even better if we could spend the night together. I heard that this pope is still a virgin."

Spending the night with a higher-ranking nobleman is a natural inclination for noble ladies.

The tradition of fidelity was still preserved among the people of Leia and Fran, but after more than a hundred years of "civilization" in Fran, the noblewomen had long lost their sense of shame in this regard.

"Hahaha, hahaha." Busry von laughed awkwardly a few times, but a bitter feeling spread through his heart.

No matter how rich they are, they are nothing compared to the king and the pope.

Out of respect for the Holy Alliance, and for the sake of various new products and benefits, as well as the desire to see something exciting, they decided to go and take a look.

As for the reason, businessmen rely on information asymmetry to do business.

Whether there are any opportunities or not, we'll just have to try our luck.
Even if there are no dates, you can still expand your network and broaden your horizons. When you come back, you'll have something to brag about and mock the grandson of the emperor. Why not?

In any case, one can also take convenient water transport to the Thousand River Valley.

At least in the café where Busley von was, everyone was talking about going to the Thousand Rivers Valley.

Most people went there to see the jokes, while a small number went to discuss business.

Another group, including scholars and aristocratic artists, went to see the dragon head and the Ark of the Sacred Relic.

The noisy commotion shook the table, the coffee cup, and the rising steam.

Meanwhile, the French Royal Palace was equally noisy.

"The Pope is aloof and rejects gay men, the King is arrogant... What the hell!" Charlie slammed his hand on the newspaper. "Which newspaper is this? Shut it down!" The voice of Prime Minister Lorenzo, sitting opposite him, drifted over quietly: "You're not getting married, so it's no wonder people misunderstand."

Charlie's pockmarked face turned red with anger: "Horn Galar isn't married either, so why should he break up with me?"

"The fact that he has four close female friends proves that his orientation is not a problem. It's just that there is a power struggle between the four saintesses behind him, so there is a problem."

Lorenzo put down his newspaper, picked up his white porcelain coffee cup from the tray, and took a sip: "And you? If you had even a little bit of a scandal with a woman, there wouldn't be these rumors."

"Why would a perfectly normal person get married?" Charlie muttered, sitting down again and reading the messages from the French embassy in the Holy Alliance and the Kingdom's secret agents.

After observing for a while, Charlie's brows furrowed: "Damn it, how come the Holy Alliance's rune craftsmanship has progressed so quickly? We have far more universities than they do."

“There’s nothing we can do about it. The Holy Alliance has swallowed up most of the wizarding and scholar resources in Black Serpent Bay, and has also taken over a large number of outstanding scholars and engineers from Leia.” Lorenzo seemed to know this all along, and said calmly.

"Are we going to send people to steal technology again?"

"I'm afraid that's the only way."

"This is too shameful. We can't compete with others, so we can only resort to stealing."

"Is the nation's face more important, or its survival?" Lorenzo's gaze suddenly became piercing.

Charlie immediately replied, "Of course survival is important... Does this relate to the survival of the flange?"

“Your Majesty, the Franco-Holy Alliance is currently in a honeymoon period, simply because they can’t finish the cake of Leia.” Lorenzo pointed to the map engraved on the table with his finger. “But the cake will eventually run out, and we will eventually have to fight each other.”

Given the current development potential of the Holy Alliance, and the internal problems within our Fran, especially your mother...

Given their relative strength back then, it wouldn't have taken many years for them to overtake them.

By then, we'll be old, and our children will be in danger.

"Sigh, I quite like Horn Garrard." Habitually ignoring topics related to the Queen Mother, Charlie shook his head helplessly. "And this year's exposition..."

“I wouldn’t mind stealing, so why would I mind buying?” Lorenzo folded the newspaper. “Perfect, let’s see just how far he’s gone…”

"I'm also curious to see which is faster, the machine or the warhorse," Charlie said, gazing out the window. "It's just a pity I can't go..."

“It’s too dangerous for you to go deep into enemy territory, especially since you have no offspring. If you had offspring, I would let you go…”

"Oh well, alright..." Charlie sighed and looked away from the window. "Since the Holy Alliance is progressing so fast, we can't fall behind. Shouldn't we clean up the Old Bridge area?"

“As you wish,” Lorenzo smoothly replied to Charlie.

Under the manipulation of the two highest-ranking officials in the Summer Palace, the purge of the vagrants and ragless men in the Old Bridge area began.

Large numbers of troops and guards were transferred into Flower Hill City, and a large-scale cleanup of the Old Bridge area began.

Under the forceful, precise, and compassionate expulsion by the military and police, a large number of men without pants were forced to relocate.

Those without capital had no choice but to board cargo ships bound for the pioneering lands, while those with some capital boarded ships bound for the Holy Alliance.

However, this did not stop countless cargo ships from carrying merchants and citizens northward toward the Holy Mechanism Court.

That's a place of hot money and wealth.

"Kuvask, what are you looking at?" Moloka called out to Kuvask, who was standing at the bow of the ship. "This time, you can finally go home."

Kuvask gazed at Flower Hill City before him with a complex expression; he was born here, not in Thousand River Valley.

He couldn't even speak Leia fluently; if he had to say his hometown, this was his true home.

But, damned Dharma King, he won't let us live!

Looking towards the direction where the sun was rising, Kuvask took one last look back at Flower Hill City.

"A country built by farmers and refugees?" Kuvask murmured. "Is this really the Thousand Rivers Valley that my grandfather and his family longed for? But didn't they leave because they couldn't survive in the Thousand Rivers Valley?"

Perhaps this journey will provide the answer?
(End of this chapter)