When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 511 It's Me

"Why does this potato root and rice porridge seem to be mushy?" Horn stood up after sniffing the ceramic bowl on the table. "I'll go get some honey to cover it."

"If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, get lost."

Horn looked at Jeanne, who ran back to the kitchen with a red face, and subconsciously looked at Catherine, who was smiling like a fox.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. Didn't you tell me to get along well with Jeanne?" Catherine spread her hands and said, "That's what I'm doing."

Horn looked her up and down, then he put aside his suspicion and turned to Armand who was washing goose feathers at the door and shouted, "Call those guys to have breakfast."

"okay."

There are currently no slaves or servants in Horn's mansion, and it is basically composed of loyal descendants.

There were no rules when it came to eating; everyone, regardless of their background, had to sit at the table and eat.

It's just that we need to give up the main seat to Horn.

The courtyard where Horn was located was located behind the castle. The two townhouses and courtyards on the left and right were inhabited by the old boy soldiers.

The three villas behind were home to the Cheka guards and night watchmen, and even the road was guarded on both sides by gendarmes.

Of course, the greatest security is inside the house.

With the two witches, Catherine and Jeanne, here, even a hundred witchers might not be able to break into this mansion.

The vegetable and meat pie was served on the table. The aroma of oil penetrated Horn's nose and his stomach immediately made a growling sound.

He stood up and eagerly picked up a piece of vegetable and meat pie. Just as he was about to fill his stomach, he was interrupted by Jeanne in the kitchen: "Don't eat, don't eat. We haven't said the prayers yet."

"Tsk, who on earth came up with this prayer before meals?" Horn put down the vegetable and meat pie while complaining.

But when he looked up, he found Jeanne and several other scouts in the kitchen staring at him.

"Oh, it's me, that's okay."

After taking a sip of black tea, Horn lowered his head awkwardly and continued to flip through the newspaper in his hand.

Yes, newspapers, steaming hot newspapers fresh from the oven.

After the development of movable type printing technology, Horn's first thing was to test print newspapers.

With the coordination of all parties, a set of official newspapers was produced within the Papal Palace.

This newspaper does not need to be purchased, it will be delivered to the cardinal's home, and the rest will be placed in the office.

This is the newly printed "Pravda" produced by the printing workshop directly under the Court of Truth. It is published every two weeks and has currently reached the third issue.

This truth newspaper was derived from the notices posted on village and city bulletin boards every month, divided into two sheets of four pages with eight pages, each page is about the size of an A4 paper.

The eight pages are divided into four sections: scholars' commentary articles, doctrines and war reports, recent policy trends and personnel changes, news and prices, and readers' submissions.

However, due to technical limitations, it is impossible to produce small movable type, so the words on this newspaper are all very large, and naturally not much can be written.

An article only has a few hundred words, and a newspaper has no more than a dozen articles and news items in total.

According to the Tribunal of Truth, with the current level, it will not be a problem to equip them to the level of priestly orders.

Once this internal newspaper has accumulated experience, it can gradually publish official newspapers to the outside world, and even open up private newspapers.

Holding the newspaper in my hand, the inferior yellowish paper gave off a foul smell, and the printing was full of black spots and ink smudges.

Horn didn't even dare to use too much force, for fear of accidentally tearing the newspaper.

Reading the newspaper in the morning feels like something that happened in Horn’s grandfather’s generation, but nowadays, it is already a very advanced way of acquiring information.

Don't think Horn knows everything, he doesn't have five eyes and six ears. The Cheka doesn't report everything, so is he still doing his job?
Putting down the teacup and opening the newspaper, you naturally won't see those journalistic headlines such as "Shock! Saint Catherine appeared at the door of the Pope's room early in the morning..." or "Jeanne angrily beat the offending officer and flew five meters into the air."

Instead, it was the standard "Good news, the Holy Axis Camp is established" and "Six Ibe River terminals are expected to be put out to external bidding."

By previous standards, this type of dock project was basically directed by Witt.

But at present, Witt is busy with projects in Autumn Island and Jeanne d'Arc, and there are not enough state-owned stonemasons, so he has to open a tender.

This type of wharf is just a simple transshipment wharf, or even a temporary wharf, and its purpose is to open up trade channels between the two sides as quickly as possible.

So there is no need to design it as carefully as the one on Qiumu Island. As long as it can be used, the skills of the local stonemasons are definitely enough.

It is early November, and winter is about to arrive, and the busy farming season is over.

This created a lot of surplus labor, which was perfect for them to help build the dock.

Turning to the second page, Horn's rapidly scanning gaze suddenly turned back and stopped at the local news page.

"...Recently, North workers have formed labor groups and have repeatedly clashed with local workers... Armand, Armand, come here."

"Your Majesty?" Armand just popped his head out from behind the door, saw Horn waving, and ran over.

At this time, Catherine and Jeanne finally walked out of the kitchen with a pot of stewed offal.

"What's going on?" Putting down the pottery jar, Jeanna wiped the water off her hands with her apron.

"Do you know about the North Laborers?"

"Yes." Jeanne pulled the newspaper over and read it word by word. "Noss workers clashed with local workers... I've seen it several times."

After listening to Jeanna's explanation, Horn realized that after the summer, the Mound County Church, which was defended solely by North, entered a truce period.

As a result, a large number of Northshire mountaineers returned home, and the Northshire mountaineers who had made a lot of money in the previous war in Longsand County also wanted to return home.

As soon as the two sides met, the fellow villagers from the Mound County battlefield realized that they had been deceived.

The boar riders of North County believed the rumors about the weakness of Mound County, and regarded Meliati's suggestion to send troops to Langsander County as a chore.

Helping a group of peasants to defeat the Duke doesn't sound plausible.

But now it seems that, damn, that group of farmers actually defeated the Imperial Order Company. This is so unfair.

The Boar Knights originally believed that Horn's identity as the Holy Grandson and the Chosen Pope was fake, but now they are a little skeptical.

The knights led by Murat and the mountain people who went to Langsander County all became rich. They bought land and built houses on the plains and wanted to move their families there.

But they still have to live in the mountains in misery, which is so unfair.

A large number of North County mountain people decided to go down the mountain and go to Jeanne d'Arc to dig for gold.

In just one month, nearly a thousand North Mountain people poured in. They had no other skills and no identity, and except for carrying bags at the docks, they worked as construction workers and bricklayers.

These mountain people have always been brave and aggressive, and like to stick together.

Although they don't do anything sneaky, they always have conflicts with local people, which increases a lot of security costs.

"How come I didn't know about this?" Horn was relieved when he heard that there was no big trouble.

"You've been busy with the affairs of the Holy Axis lately, so you don't have the energy to pay attention to these trivial matters." After explaining this, Jeanna shook her head regretfully, "They are all good Lancer seedlings. If they had come earlier, they would have been just the right recruits for the Black Hats."

"No wonder." Armand suddenly slapped his forehead and took out a letter from his pocket.

Horn closed the newspaper and took the letter from him: "It's no wonder you're so surprised."

"Just now when I went out, I saw Murat walking around the door. I asked him what he was doing, and he asked me to pass this letter to you and ran away." Armand chuckled, "I guess it's this matter."

(End of this chapter)