When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 506 The three forces gradually become familiar with each other

After discussing the most important issue of profit division, the remaining key minor issues were quickly resolved.

For example, the two sides opened their borders and roads to each other, registered wizards, had different judicial scopes (territorial jurisdiction and adapting to local customs), unified tariffs, etc.

Lulos also asked about Horn's marriage problem, but he brushed it off by saying, "From the perspective of a witch's lifespan, I'm not yet an adult."

At this point, Horn suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Carrie said she could guarantee that the children of both parties would be named heirs by the leader of the John Party.

Isn’t this what a grandmother does when she takes care of a child?

It must be said that among the four witches Horn knew, Carrie was the only one with a mother.

After discussing all this, there are basically only some details left, such as the name of the alliance.

This would not affect the overall situation, so they decided to discuss it at tomorrow's formal meeting. All that was left was for them to go back and communicate and make revisions.

If all three parties are satisfied, they can sign the covenant on the third day after the formal meeting to formally establish an alliance.

After arranging the documents on the walnut round table and putting them back into their bags, Horn looked up at the pendulum clock on the wall and found that it was already half past six.

The dinner should be about to start by now.

"Time flies." Stretching, Horn walked to the wine cabinet in the tea room and took out a silver wine jug from the cabinet.

Holding the silver wine jug, Horn lined up three hourglass-shaped copper cups and poured a cup for each of the three people.

Ludwig took it first, and although Lucie looked young, she smoked and drank in private, so she naturally picked up the glass skillfully.

She looked at the amber liquor in the copper cup and smelled it, but it was not a familiar scent: "What is this?"

"Cider." Horn picked up the glass. "We in the Salvation Army don't like to drink wine, but cider. We use cider instead of wine on important occasions.

Of course, we don’t forbid others to drink. If you want wine, I will ask someone to bring it to you now.”

"No, cider is fine." Lulos held the wine glass and stood on the seat, just at eye level with the other two people.

"Cheers to our friendship!" Horn gave the first toast and then drank the wine in one gulp.

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"It's so fragrant, and not bitter at all." After putting a piece of sweet potato root into his mouth, a young wizard wanted to eat more, but was hit on the head by his companion.

"I can't believe it, Yam." Although Geffroy was not a member of the Dragon Language Scholars Alliance, the two had a close relationship as secret parties in the northern county of Black Snake Bay.

Looking eagerly at the candied potato roots in Geoffroy's hand, Yam asked, "What's wrong?"

"Today there is all-you-can-eat buffet, but you're not eating meat and cheese but are eating potato roots here?" Putting down the potato roots, Geoffrey grabbed Jam's arm and dragged him to the table on the other side.

"Take it, eat it, you can still be full without eating staple food."

The long table was covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth, vegetables and flowers were placed in the middle of the table, and beer in wooden barrels was at the end.

The wooden plate was neatly filled with caramel tarts, and the sweet aroma rushed straight to Yam's head.

Looking at the dazzling array of tableware in front of him, the crispy pork elbow, the amber-red Saint-Sun roast duck and a big pot of rich cream of mushroom soup, Yam didn't know how to start for a moment.

"I'll go get some wine, and we'll meet at the round table over there." Geoffrey said, pointing to the pillar where a group of secret party members gathered.

I walked around the table with the plate in my hand, looking at the stove which was still heated by honeycomb coal, but I didn't know what to eat.

"If you don't know what to eat, I suggest you try Shengsun Roast Duck."

Yam, the rather introverted scholar-wizard, widened his eyes, at a loss as to how to answer.

"Excuse me, I am Jourdan, the commander of the 5th Legion of the Black Hat Regiment." Putting the wooden clip on the plate, Jourdan extended his hand to Yam.

When Geoffrey came back with several bottles of wine, he was surprised to find that the place where the secret party members had gathered was now filled with officers and secret party members.

Most of the secret party members are rough people. They can't get along with the monks, but they can get along well with these officers.

Especially since these officers brought cards and wine, soon the noise from the secret party and officers almost drowned out the playing band.

Looking at the spit flying and the cards clanging over there, Martin shook his head helplessly.

"Come on, let's go over there."

Dragging Grampven and several Brago monks, they walked to a quieter window so that they could look out at the rich and beautiful night scenery.

A group of people had already gathered in the quiet place near the window.

These people were dressed in standard clerical robes, holding wine glasses, and talking in low voices about what they had seen and heard in Longsand County.

They were all newly promoted senior monks, and many of them were the first batch to be supported by the Blago Monastery.

Many of them are not as knowledgeable as the second batch, but now they enjoy better treatment and more superior status, which makes many new monks jealous.

Don't think that all Juano monks are completely devoted to the people. They also have their own pursuits, but the church cannot satisfy them. Monks mixed with merchants, and secret parties mixed with military officers.

There seems to be a red line between the two sides, clearly dividing them.

Part of the purpose of hosting this banquet is to allow the Salvation Army to get to know these future colleagues first.

Horn also invited some thoughtful businessmen to join in, asking them to act as lubricants and regulators to create a warm atmosphere for the banquet.

A group of people gathered around Catherine, but they were not there to adjust the atmosphere, but to report.

"4000 pairs of military boots, 4000 pairs of marching shoes, and you have only delivered one third of them so far?" Catherine's eyes narrowed suddenly. Anyone familiar with her knew that this was a sign of anger.

"Your Highness, we can't do this."

"This has been carefully calculated. As long as you work together, you can definitely do it!"

“We do have difficulties…”

"What difficulties are there? Name four."

Several merchants from the Leather Guild and the Shoemaker Guild lowered their heads and glanced at each other, without saying a word.

"That's enough. If you dare to play those little tricks again, I will make you bankrupt within a year, drain all your assets, and make your whole family homeless." Catherine had an elegant face, but the words she said were chilling.

This was not an empty statement. When she was in Rapids City, Catherine relied on insider trading and futures manipulation to send several disobedient master craftsmen and wealthy businessmen to become refugees.

The guild of Joan of Arc had no standing in front of Horn, and dared not resist.

Horn needed a guild only because the Salvation Army was temporarily unable to organize large-scale artisan activities.

There are many aspects of upstream and downstream production and supply, which the senior monks are still learning.

Even if Horn raided their homes, many of their assets would not be found, and it might even cause chaos in the entire industry and commerce.

Catherine is different, she started out as a guild oligarch.

Not only can it cut the assets of guilds and oligarchs with surgical precision, but it can also mobilize manpower to replace local craftsmen for a period of time.

Seeing their jobs being taken away, it was impossible for the craftsmen to continue to follow these guild oligarchs in strikes or non-violent non-cooperation.

There is only one reason why Catherine has not taken action against these guilds at present.

They are still usable for now, so don't add entities unless necessary.

“I don’t care what disputes you have or what guild rules you have. It doesn’t matter. If you don’t complete the order, you are challenging my authority.

I only have one request, that all be delivered before winter, no excuses, no luck, I will just tell you one thing - the water in the Ibe River is very cold in winter. "

Seeing the small sprouts rising from the grass seeds on their companions' shoulders, several guild merchants swallowed their saliva and nodded in fear.

"I'm glad you understand. I'll excuse myself for a moment." Catherine raised her glass gracefully, threatened several people, and then walked towards Ludwig at the door with a smile.

We just happened to meet, and Catherine had a few questions about food in Kasha County that she wanted to ask.

But before she had taken a few steps, she stopped again and stood beside a pillar not too far away, staring at the two old men in front of her.

The night breeze blew through the crack in the door, bringing not only the coolness of the autumn night, but also the intermittent conversation between the two people.

"...You don't have the power to decide everything by yourself...This matter must at least be agreed upon by the majority of the order's presidents..."

"This is a very profitable business... I don't understand why you..."

"...Openly cooperating with the wizards of Black Snake Bay? ...Are we a monastery or a secret party?"

"We are cooperating with the Salvation Army, and the Salvation Army is cooperating with the secret party."

"The Salvation Army is a secret party! You are not allowed to do this!"

"Jean Blo, I am the abbot of the Abbey of Blago!"

"Ludvik, you're going to regret this!"

Looking at Jeanblo who slammed the door and left, Ludwig's facial features were squeezed together.

He stood there for a while before chasing after him.

Raising her eyebrows, Catherine stood behind the pillar and called the servant beside her: "You are Cheka, right?"

"I?"

"Don't pretend. I know you are Cheka." Catherine interrupted the servant and said, "Tell His Majesty what just happened. This is an urgent matter."

"...Yes, Your Highness the Saint."

(End of this chapter)