When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 632 Leonardo: Hi, hi, hi, here I come.

"Ah!"

Leonardo sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, and pulled a blanket from another college student and draped it over his shoulders.

"Who is cursing me?" Leonardo wiped his nose with a handkerchief, looked up at the blue sky and the lonely warm sun, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

"After all, it's in the mountains, and the wind is strong on the lake. That's it." Standing at the bow of the ferry, the guide sent by the Holy See City Hall said to Leonardo with a smile.

On the other side, Silvanic wrapped his blanket tightly with disdain: "Otherwise, how can you say it is a wild place in the mountains."

"Keep your voice down." Dean Senius kicked Silvanik's ankle with his right foot without making a sound, which made the complaining scholar shut up.

It was not known whether the guide really did not hear or was pretending. He just held onto the side of the boat and looked towards the port that was getting closer and closer in the distance.

Ever since they received the letter from the eldest daughter of the Lakin family, they had traveled all the way from Dawn Island, through Fairy Stone Farm, and it took them two months to reach the Holy Court.

It’s not that they were dawdling, but because there were so many luggage and people, they had to stop and go. It took them a month to arrive at Feiliu Castle in September, which is now Xialu City, the capital of the Thousand River Valley Monarchy.

Later, due to the long journey and the unfamiliar climate and water, several people contracted diseases and had to be quarantined. Finally, it was not until October that they were able to set off.

The Holy See was quite welcoming and sent a guide to meet them at Chateau Jeanne d'Arc in advance. However, as they had a lot of luggage, they simply let them take the ferry instead of entering through the crowded Pont de Nossa Senhora.

As winter approached, more refugees and merchants came from all directions. Xinsheng Bridge was filled with people of all ages, driving horse-drawn carriages and riding donkeys and mules. Insults, shoving and screaming echoed constantly.

There is also a special checkpoint at the bridgehead, which is a small semicircular square consisting of log barricades, iron chains and three or five concrete houses.

Drivers entered the dock town from the left, while the ragged refugees were collectively guided to the right.

"What's going on over there?" Leonardo pointed to the large group of wooden huts and tents in front of the Xinsheng Bridge and the area clearly surrounded by fences.

"Oh, that's the purification camp for the baptism ceremony." Seeing Leonardo's puzzled look, the guide explained, "All refugees entering the island must first be re-baptized with hot water and medicine, shave their beards and hair short, and live in the camp for seven days to show that they have been reborn."

"Are you going to force us to convert to the Holy Way?" Silvanic asked in the cabin where he was.

The guide immediately shook his head: "It's not a conversion, it's just a way to eliminate lice. The Holy See is a clean city, and we don't want to see bed bugs spread."

Silvanic snorted, obviously not completely believing the guide's words.

The guide smiled and explained to Leonardo: "In addition, they also need to register the population. If you have special skills, someone will recommend a job for you."

Leonardo looked at the refugees and beastmen who were carrying their elderly and children into the purification camp, and then looked at the dock that was getting closer and closer in the distance, and a sense of anticipation arose in his heart.

The day after voting to go to the Holy See, Leonardo felt a little regretful.

You know, when he heard that the Holy See had created a machine similar to a perpetual motion machine, he wanted to fly directly to the Holy See.

But when the enthusiasm passes, reason returns to the brain.

You know, it's not just once or twice that he was tricked into painting using the excuse of a perpetual motion machine.

Especially since this was a small town located in a remote area. Apart from being close to Black Snake Bay and having abundant alchemical resources, he could not think of any other advantages that would allow him to research a perpetual motion machine.

However, after some psychological struggle, he still followed the large group to the Holy Court.

What if? The eldest daughter of the Larkin family is not someone who speaks nonsense.

Soon, while chatting with the guide, the Advent Pier in the distance was getting closer and closer, accompanied by the incessant sounds of canvas flapping, livestock screaming, merchants' sharp negotiations, and the rough roars of foremen directing the workers...

Many scholars and college students who were originally sitting idly in the cabin went onto the deck, holding onto the side of the ship and looking towards the shore.

At first it was just a silhouette of masts and flags, and the air was filled with the smell of wood and wet ropes mixed with cargo such as spices, dried fish and wine.

Water birds and magpies circled in the sky, and whistling thrush began to land on the side of the ship. At this distance, you can see the mountains of goods pushed on the dock. Beastmen and human laborers, wearing tweed shorts that are resistant to dirt and wear, are constantly moving wooden boxes, sacks, and buckets from the ship to the warehouse or commodity exchange.

The ship stopped beside a plank road. The first moment Leonardo stepped onto the brick and stone floor of the dock, he felt that the scene before him was far from the desolate scene he had imagined.

The ground under your feet is either black stone or mortar, and on both sides of the avenue in front of you, which can accommodate four carriages traveling side by side, are neatly lined Insura buildings.

Perpendicular to this avenue are two rows of four or five meter high wooden warehouses on the left and right.

Although Leonardo was not an architect, he had some knowledge of Guell's roads.

In front of each house is a drainage channel covered with fir boards, and every four or five meters there is a transplanted street tree.

Although this dock was somewhat deserted compared to the busy and chaotic ports of Rapid City and Jeanne d'Arc, it was the first time Leonardo had seen such neat planning.

The building may not be as prosperous as Fort Jeanne d'Arc and Grand Rapids, but this unique design with symmetry and unified texture still made several art students fall into silence.

This unique sense of order and unity of coordination was the first time they had seen it in a town.

What impressed Leonardo the most was the cleanliness of the dock area, not just the absence of feces and urine on the ground, but also the common hooligans and beggars.

Leonardo turned around and saluted the guide slightly: "May I be so bold as to ask a small question."

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"Of course, please go ahead."

“Why don’t I see those rats on the streets?”

"Rats? Maybe it's because we have so many cats."

"No, no, no." Leonardo quickly explained, "I mean those people who have nothing to do and make a living by extortion."

"Oh, you're talking about this." The guide immediately explained, "I was just about to remind you that the laws of the Holy See are quite strict. On average, there are one or two law enforcers for every hundred people, namely the Cheka, night watchmen and gendarmes.

In the Holy Trinity, the punishment for extortion is severe and the offender will be forcibly sent to the Holy Trinity Education Team.

Some scoundrels who are found not to have paid taxes or worked within three months after a fight will be forcibly assigned a job, unless they are sick or disabled.

If you refuse, you will also be forced to join the Trinity Education Team and be sent to the wild to cultivate fields.

As a result, although these rats exist, their number is small, and they dare not be too arrogant. "

"That's too harsh," Silvanik muttered.

Leonardo suddenly realized: "So that's it."

At this moment, when he looked around, he could not see a single rogue or beggar in the entire port, not even a sober drunken sailor.

You know, this group is one of the most trouble-making people.

"Is there a prohibition on alcohol?" Leonardo couldn't help asking, thinking of the retro style of the Holy Way Sect.

As a Frenchman, he would die if he didn't drink.

"No, the law prohibits drinking in public places. No one will care if you drink in a bar, restaurant or at home." The guide quickly explained to him.

"Public place, this is a new word. It should be derived from the 'public area' of Gu Ai'." Dean Senius asked with a smile.

"Yes." The guide grinned and said, "We will give you a new word book, which is full of new words. After all, the Holy Court is a brand new city. There are too many new things. We have to invent some words to describe it."

"Hahahaha, that's great." Senius said, and followed the guide towards the carriage house.

(End of this chapter)