When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 590 Don’t put rabbits and eggs in the same cage
"Hey, cheer up."

Sitting in a window box on the third floor of the tavern, Venise shook Abaz's shoulders, while Abaz was in a state of dismay.

Pulling away Venise's hand, he leaned his head against the wool tapestry on the wall and sighed continuously.

Brown sugar refining technology, Wang’s Trading Company, nothing good will happen when these two words are put together.

The princes of Red Leaf Hill drove away the lord, and the upstarts of Lilac Corridor poisoned four royal agents just for sugar.

Even the nobles of the two counties of Red Leaf Hill and Lilac Corridor reached an alliance and basically monopolized the sugar trade in the entire empire.

But now, the Fran royal family has quietly opened up a gap in the Thousand River Valley, and even miraculously developed a technology for refining brown sugar.

The good days are gone forever.

Not to mention whether his family can climb up by relying on the Larkin family, it is still unclear whether they can maintain their current position.

"Have you noticed that Rufaire's attitude towards Armand has been a little strange recently?"

"A kid whose beard hasn't fully grown...why are you so suspicious?" Abaz was feeling annoyed. He pushed Venise away and continued to flip through the booklet.

Seeing that Abaz could not be persuaded, Venise sat down in a sullen state.

At this time, Rufair walked in from outside: "Sister Catherine will be here later. She has to deal with the auction of church property."

In fact, the Gallen Guesthouse where they were staying was originally the church's St. Gallen Monastery.

This place was once used by the local church to serve foreign nobles and bishops, and the monks were famous for their superb winemaking and cooking skills.

The facilities inside the monastery are even more luxurious, comparable to the banquet halls of aristocratic families.

When Horn and Meliati entered Feiliu Castle, according to the principle of "church property belongs to the public", the two sides divided the church property left behind.

Meliati acquired a large number of the church's workshops, properties and manors outside the city, while Horn mainly divided up the church's real estate and shops.

This high-end place, which could not be entered without a title, was now open to everyone. The hall was filled with workshop owners and ordinary citizens from all over Qianhe Valley who came to try out the new things.

"This place is different from before." Rufeel wrinkled his nose. "The hymns and the melodious choir are gone. Only folk tunes and shrill bagpipes are left."

However, this is the only restaurant in the city that barely meets Rufair's requirements.

If it weren't for Catherine, Rufair and the others wouldn't even be able to book a room on the quiet third floor.

Venise chuckled softly: "No one else can be blamed for this. The saintly grandson's eyes fell on the gold, so the poem naturally lay at the bottom of the box."

As soon as Venise finished speaking, Rufair stared at him with a bad look in his eyes: "Today is embarrassing enough. If you continue to be rude, I won't say a word to you for the next year."

"I promise." Venise swore quickly.

As the three of them were talking in low voices, they heard the waiter knock on the door gently: "Three distinguished guests, the two Excellencies have arrived."

After giving Rufaire a threatening look, he asked the waiter to open the door. The first person to come in was Armand, who was wearing an off-white shirt and a burgundy linen jacket. Behind him was René, who was wearing a long-sleeved navy blue tweed jacket in late spring or early summer.

As they walked in, they could also hear the sound of two people talking.

"Sister Ranna's recent behavior is a bit strange. She actually thinks that the relationship between the Despot and His Holiness the Pope is too close."

"It may be that Sister Na's magic power increased too quickly, and the pressure on her nerves became more and more severe."

"She's not even twenty years old yet, there shouldn't be a problem of her mana overflowing and compressing her nerves, right?"

Seeing them standing up to greet Ruffier and the others, Armand and René immediately put on their trained polite smiles and nodded to the three of them.

"I almost forgot to introduce him. This is René, René Galard, my friend." After the five people sat down, Armand took the lead in introducing René to them.

"Gallar...ah, you must be a member of the Orphan Guards from the "Saint's Grandson's Journey"?"

René just nodded politely: "Yes."

Lufel and the other two looked at the plain-looking young man. He had shaved his temples and was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. But whenever they were stared at by those eyes, they always felt uncomfortable.

"Are you interested in The Crusades of Saint Sun Yat-sen?" Armand interrupted at the right time.

"Yes." Rufeel picked up a small book from the side, "I just finished reading this book, it's very interesting."

Venise interrupted: "It's like a story told by a country bard."

Rufaire nudged Venisette's ribs under the table. "I don't think I saw you in The Expedition of Saint-Sunny?" Armand laughed. "I was too young at the time. There were only five characters in the book. Of course, they didn't write about a minor character like me."

"Ahem." Abaz couldn't hold back and suddenly asked, "Brother Armand, is the brown sugar refining technology you mentioned true?"

"Of course." Armand looked the young man from El up and down, "I went back to Jeanne d'Arc and the Holy See last month. Five sugar factories have been built around Jeanne d'Arc and they are recruiting workers.

After the summer is over and the raw materials for black sugar from Black Snake Bay arrive, we can start producing it.”

Abaz still couldn't believe it: "We have been researching the purification of brown sugar for hundreds of years, and you have figured it out in such a short time?"

"The Holy Grandson has his own divine gift." Armand said deliberately, his eyes turned to Abaz's face, "It's okay to tell you, it's an alchemical method. In the world of alchemy, everything has two attributes, upper and lower. It's difficult for you to purify brown sugar only through the lower attribute."

Sure enough, it is indeed an alchemical method!

Abaz even felt a little exhausted. If it were any other method, they could send industrial spies to steal the formula, but alchemy, damn it, they used alchemy!
Looking at the sweaty Abaz, Armand suddenly laughed, "Does Mr. Abaz's family run a sugar trade?"

"Uh." Abaz opened his mouth, but still didn't hide it, and smiled bitterly, "My father is in this business."

"Really?" Armand leaned back in his chair and looked at René beside him under the pretext of wiping the sweat from his nose. René had already narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on Abaz's profile.

There are several large projects under construction in Langsander County now, and funds are already stretched, and His Holiness the Pope does not want to put all his eggs in the Fran Royal Trading Company.

And this Abaz is obviously a descendant of the new nobility who rose to prominence through the sugar trade. No wonder Lady Catherine invited them.

René silently memorized Abaz's face and name.

Rufair's eyes moved between Armand and Abaz's faces, his brows slightly furrowed.

Normally, as the only daughter of the Rajin family, she would always be the star of banquets and receptions, but why were these two people's attention focused on Abaz?

"I heard that the family has been running a tobacco business recently, and the profit is said to be comparable to that of sugar." Ruffield tried to steer the topic back to himself.

"Mr. Abaz, do you have any idea to go to Chateau Jeanne d'Arc? Perhaps you can give us some guidance on our sugar-making workshop."

Rufair was unconvinced: "Where is Fort Jeanne? I thought the Savior Army's base was in the Holy See."

"Jeanne Castle is the headquarters of the Salvation Army, and the Holy See is the headquarters of the Patriarch. The two are not far apart. I dare say that the Holy See is the only classical revival city in the Thousand River Valley, and it has a strong business atmosphere. If Mr. Abaz is interested, I can accompany you in person."

"...My dowry is 25,000 gold pounds." After suddenly saying this, Lufeil regretted it as soon as she said it. She didn't even know why she said this.

"Oh?" Armand glanced at Rufel with a surprised look, and nodded. "It is indeed a huge sum of money, almost more than the annual tax revenue of Langsander County. However, according to our current development plan, it is not difficult to double it in two years. Mr. Abaz, what do you think?"

As Venise was secretly delighted, Rufair inexplicably began to warm up, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening just as she began.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm late." Catherine took off her large hat with a smile. "It's a little hot. Open the window. Look, Rufair's face is red."

"We've heard Mr. Armand talk a lot about the Holy See." In order to divert Catherine's attention, Rufaire quickly changed the subject.

"Are you interested in the Holy Trinity? Leia is in a civil war and you can't go to school anyway, why not go and take a look?"

Go to the Holy Court? Rufiel recalled what Armand and Abaz had said and the jargon that Catherine had taught her.

A city where wizards and alchemists can operate openly?

While Rufair was hesitating, Catherine had already walked to the dining table, and she hurriedly followed and sat down.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Armand, for being so rude in the meeting today." Catherine pulled out a chair and sat down. "Mr. René is here too."

"Haha, I'm just here to eat for free." René forced a smile.

Armand waved his hand: "Nothing, even if they didn't ask, I would have told them."

"Your Excellency is very generous. It turns out that the Foreign Minister's stomach can hold a fleet."

"Hahaha, I'm not at that level yet."

After some chatting and laughing, Catherine sat down.

Rufeel beside him couldn't help but hold up the menu, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Sister Catherine, why do you call them Your Excellency? Aren't they members of the Orphan Guards?"

"Oh, I haven't had time to introduce you yet." Catherine smiled and raised her head, pointing at René with her right hand, "This is the head of the Cheka of the Thousand Valley Patriarchate, His Excellency René Galar."

"This is the Chief Privy Councilor of the Patriarchate of the Thousand Valleys, His Excellency Armand-Jean Richelieu Cosset."

(End of this chapter)