When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 578: The Saint and the Rune Craftsman
"What should I say when I meet Mr. Lorenzo?" In the summer palace where King Fran lived, Gigannon nervously pulled at his expensive rented dress and whispered to the servants who were waiting with him.

The servant was a young nobleman wearing a red and blue robe with wide sleeves and a narrow body. He had red lips and white teeth, bangs that reached his eyebrows, and long fluffy hair on both sides that hung down to his shoulders and buckled on his head like a helmet. This was a popular hairstyle among young French nobles.

He looked Jiganon up and down, his eyes revealing a trace of contempt: "Be careful of etiquette, it is better to be too much than too little. Just remember one thing, treat Mr. Lorenzo as the vice king."

Jiganon nodded as if he understood, straightened up, squinted his eyes, and kept going over the court etiquette he had learned temporarily in his mind.

"Squeak-"

The oak door with nails was pushed open, and a little monk with a Pauline Mediterranean hairstyle poked half of his head out from behind the door: "Sir Lorenzo is free now, you can come in."

"Okay." Jiganon took a deep breath, quickly straightened his clothes, and walked into the small study.

If no one had told them, no one would have believed that this small room at the end of the corridor in the Summer Palace was actually the office of the chief spy, Prime Minister Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, was a skinny middle-aged man with graying hair on his temples. The ends of his curly hair were tied with a black belt and rested on his shoulders.

He was wearing a tweed waistcoat with a floral pattern and a pair of round-framed crystal tortoise-shell glasses on his nose.

He lowered his head, still reading the information in his hand in the morning light from the window.

"It's a good vibe, but the tone is too arrogant." Lorenzo put the declaration adapted from Horn's speech into the book and sat behind the desk.

Lorenzo looked up at Gigannon through his round-frame glasses and saw him standing there stiffly, mumbling something and unable to speak. He then pointed to a chair beside him.

"Please take a seat, my friend."

Standing in front of Lorenzo, Jiganon forgot all the court etiquette, sat down with a red face and annoyance, and apologized in an off-key voice: "I'm sorry, I'm so rude, Prime Minister."

This black-robed prime minister has served as prime minister for two terms and has held power for twenty years. The words of the newly-elected king are not even as effective as those of this prime minister.

The number of nobles and wealthy businessmen who were hanged in prison or exiled by this prime minister was definitely much greater than that killed by that saintly grandson Horn in Longsand County.

"Have you seen that Horn?"

Compared with the fast speaking speed and vague and lazy pronunciation common among the Franks, the prime minister of the kingdom, dressed in black, spoke slowly but forcefully, enunciating each syllable clearly.

"Yes, Prime Minister."

"What kind of person do you think he is? Please speak freely. You don't need to care about anything else. I want to hear your opinion."

Jiganon licked his lips and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. "He is very ordinary, with the appearance and build of a farmer. He has neither a tall and strong body nor elegant manners. But he is very smart and hardworking. He can work from morning to night. He even specially set up a group of guards and spies to supervise the work of others."

At this point, Gigannon looked up at Lorenzo, the prime minister and bishop who also had a group of spies monitoring the nobles and bureaucrats.

He seems to know everything, so he is called "Thousand Silk Spider". His dense web of information covers every corner, and he knows everything clearly.

“He was very strange. He often said that he was the grandson of the Holy Father instead of the son of the Holy Lord because the Holy Lord was a virgin goddess. But on the other hand, he even gave me a feeling of disrespect for the gods and often said some vulgar words.

But he was a farmer, but he had an innate talent for military and political administration. He managed Langsand County in an orderly manner with a group of surrendered monks who had no clear mind, and defeated Prince Kongdai with a group of cowardly farmers.

After listening to Gigannon's narration, Lorenzo tapped his fingers lightly on the table, as if he was in deep thought.

Jiganon did not dare to interrupt, but just sat there motionless.

"Thierry!" Lorenzo stopped hammering on the table and called out to the door.

The young nobleman with the iron helmet stuck his head out from behind the door. "You're looking for me, sir?"

"Mr. Thierry, could you please bring the sugar over here?"

"Yes, Master Lorenzo."

Soon, a gilded silver plate was brought over, with a pile of small yellowish crystals in the center that had been tested for poison. Lorenzo picked up a white porcelain teaspoon, scooped a spoonful and dropped it into the black tea. After taking a sip of the black tea, he asked, "Did you see them making these candies with your own eyes?"

"Yes, they use alchemical formulas on a large scale and are not afraid of us imitating them." Jiganon said with a wry smile, "Black Snake Bay must have a good relationship with the Savior Army, and they have transferred a large number of alchemists to them."

"There has not been a large-scale transfer of alchemists in Black Snake Bay." Taking a sip of black tea, Lorenzo rejected Giganon's statement.

Jiganon was stunned and subconsciously wanted to refute, but he held back.

Although alchemists are everywhere in Black Snake Bay, it does not mean that they are common in other places. With a population of four to five million in Thousand River Valley, it is considered good to have two hundred alchemists and witch doctors.

"I heard that they have a group of people called the Holy Favored Ones?"

"Yes, sir." Jiganon nodded in response, "But they are actually alchemists in disguise, and their number is no less than a thousand."

"Do you know where these saints came from?"

Jiganon shook his head awkwardly: "I don't know. Most of the Holy Favored have military backgrounds. Our people can't infiltrate them. Some of them were even captured by their Cheka."

Lorenzo said nothing, looking directly into Giganon's eyes.

Although he spoke the truth and Lorenzo did not say much, an invisible sense of oppression still spread in the room.

Cold sweat kept falling from his forehead, and Jiganon's handkerchief became wet.

Fortunately, the black-robed prime minister did not remain in this state for too long. He picked up the bone china tea tray, held the gilded red teacup with spiral leaves and stood by the window. "Someone will contact you in a while. He has higher authority. Since you are the temporary representative of the Royal Trading Company in Qianhe Valley, use this position to dig out the secret of their mass production of alchemists."

Although it was unknown why Lorenzo insisted that the Savior Army could mass-produce alchemists, the surprise from the Royal Trading Company representative still hit Giganon hard on the head.

What is the concept of a regional representative of the Royal Trading Company?
Although Qianhe Valley is a new area and he is a temporary representative, and there are more than one representative, it still means unlimited prospects.

With this representative, it means that he is a member of the royal family and has already stepped half a foot into the circle of the new rich in Huaqiu City. He is no longer an ordinary businessman.

In France's powerful circle, power and money have always been mutually convertible. Those who cling to power or money will be besieged by the new aristocrats who grasp both power and money.

"I will definitely not let you down." Jiganon stood up quickly and saluted with his chest in an extremely deliberate and mechanical movement.

Until Gigannon was sent away by Thierry, Lorenzo did not ask about the profits and economic issues of the sugar and grain trade.

The Great Fran Kingdom was vast and rich in resources.

How much money can be made from just a Thousand River Valley, which is located in the economically backward Kingdom of Leia?

But even if he loses some money, Lorenzo can accept it.

He just wanted to figure out one question: where did so many alchemists come from?

It doesn’t matter what the Holy Way Sect, what the clockwork gun, or what the sugar and grain trade is; this is the crux of the problem.

Holding the teacup tray in his left hand, Lorenzo took out a thick notebook from the dusty bookshelf. He skillfully turned to a page with one hand and looked at the table of contents.

From the "Glorious Act of Nobility" to the "Memorandum of the Royal Charter", from the "Clement Civil Law" to the "Navigation Act", he finally set his sights on the "Rune Craftsmen Legalization Act" in the middle and lower positions.

Holding a gilded white porcelain teacup, Lorenzo stood in front of the glass window.

Looking at the old bridge area where black smoke was rising, he gently blew the smoke on the teacup in his hand, as if he could blow away the black smoke in the old bridge area.

"Horn...Thousand River Valley..."

(End of this chapter)