When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 653: The Witch Council of Tiannv City
December 1446, 12, Black Snake Bay, Tiannv City.

Located in the heart of Black Snake Bay, Tiannv City is nestled among low mountains and undulating jungle hills. As a trade hub, it is attacked every ten years or so.

This can be seen from the indentations hidden in the grayish-white stone patterns and moss on the city wall.

Compared with the empire, this place seems to have stayed in the past thousand years. People wear loose linen robes, no pants, exposing their knees, and only wear a pair of sandals on their feet.

If it weren't for the two teams of soldiers wearing breastplates returning from patrol under the shade of the trees at the city gate, people would really think they had gone back a thousand years.

The moonlight flowed like water over the winding stone steps and into the town where lights and smoke were rising.

On the low hill south of Tiannv City, a gray-white ribbon made of stone steps is wrapped around the green mountain.

When the people of Tiannv City look up, they can see Tiannv Palace hidden in the dense forest. This palace is said to be the sacred place of the ancient Norn tribe.

Due to the many modifications by the Serpent People, Norns, Franks and the Black Snake Bay Secret Party, it has long lost at least half of its original appearance.

There are slender and elegant Doric columns supporting the arched corridors, and flowing and complex carved patterns covering the gables and steps.

The joints between the bricks and stones have been occupied by a dark green vine with curled leaves and a few drops of wet dew hanging on the stems, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

A waiter in a simple white vest and sandals stood outside the palace gate, looking down at the ground, not paying any attention to the quarrels of the many witches in the hall behind him.

"Order! Order!" Otatira, the lifelong speaker, knocked on the table expressionlessly. "Quiet!"

Under the authority of the speaker, the quarreling witches finally jumped off the table, dusted off the dust on the table, and sat back on the rattan chairs.

When the discussions and quarrels gradually stopped, Otatira looked around and saw eight beautiful witches sitting on both sides of the long circular table.

Some had long hair, some had short hair, some were wearing wizard robes, tight skirts, or even pajamas. Some of them were writing quickly with feather pens, some were leisurely fiddling with purple crystal balls, and some were stirring hot tea in porcelain cups with silver spoons, making tiny tinkling sounds.

But without exception, judging from their appearance, they are all slim, young and beautiful women, but their average age is close to fifty years old.

This is because there are two teenage girls who level the average age.

Including the Speaker herself, there are a total of nine witches here.

Including Otatira, the lifelong speaker of the Secret Party United Witch Council, Lulos, the leader of the John Party, and Aisena of the Golden Cross...

Although there are nine witches here, not all of them are here.

There are at least five old witches in the deep mountains and forests of Green Dragon Forest and Black Snake Bay, and the areas where they are active have been marked as restricted areas.

The Secret Party of Tiannv City and the Witch Council are considered the largest secret party alliance organization in Black Snake Bay, but it does not mean that all secret party organizations will join.

Therefore, outside of the Secret Party and the Witch Council, there are at least two or three wild witches who are unwilling to join.

Even many witches who have joined the Witch Council usually obey orders but not announcements.

However, due to the threat of war in the upcoming Lilac Corridor, most of the witches in Black Snake Bay gathered in Tiannv City.

They gathered again to deal with three issues.

The first is whether or not to collectively join the Holy Axis, the second is whether or not to get involved in the sugar and grain trade, and the third is whether or not to accept Horn’s visit and bring military assistance from the Thousand River Valley.

They were not familiar with the Holy Grandson and only had some impression of him from intelligence and merchants.

Whether Horn himself is a demon from their own side or a fanatic believer of Daqian, Black Snake Bay has never been able to determine it.

There were even secret parties saying that Horn was a spy for the Pope.

A secret party mainly composed of alchemists seized a territory of the Kingdom of Leia. The Black Snake Bay finally had an ally, and the secret party should have celebrated. But news came that this secret party was an insurgent army under the banner of Myrcella, and they insisted on calling the alchemists alchemist priests.

This behavior of deceiving oneself makes them feel quite ashamed.

It's like selling meat rice porridge with a sign that looks like a manure bucket. Even though the meat rice porridge tastes good, it still makes you feel sick when you look up and see the sign.

So when it comes to the question of whether or not to collectively join the Holy Axis, the Witch Council's answer is to wait until the war begins.

The witches are currently arguing about the second and third questions.

"Are you sure that the sugar and grain trade agreement can bring us more profits?" Aesena's territory is the farthest from the Thousand River Valley, but it borders the Lilac Corridor. Naturally, she hates Horn.

"Of course, your trade with the Lilac Corridor will be deducted a lot of commercial taxes, but within the Holy Axis, not only do we only have to collect consumption tax when we sell sugar and spices to them, but we even have to pay a share of the tariffs on the sale of sugar and the purchase of goods." Lulos explained immediately.

Blowing out a smoke ring, Aisena tapped the table with her pipe: "But the sugar and grain trade agreement hasn't even started yet, and our interests have been damaged."

"If it can't bring more benefits, why do the nobles ban it and even go to war?" Solan, the witch of the Shadow Society, said in a low voice.

"We have invested so much manpower, material resources and financial resources to support Qianhe Valley. Shouldn't they come to help us? Why are they threatening us with an alliance?"

"When did they use the alliance as a threat? It was because they had no legitimate reason to fight. Even the nobles knew to forge a declaration before going to war. You fool!"

Although they were ordered to sit down, the witches refused to give up and continued to form cliques and mock each other.

"It's been three days. We have to make a vote today." Shaking her head secretly, Otatira stood up. "According to the rules, I will make the final vote. It's still the same as always. Thumbs up for approval, thumbs down for disapproval!"

Ruoan Party witch Lulos was the first to raise her hand: "I have said everything I want to say. Horn can bring more benefits."

The Phoenix, the Dawn Sun Witch, Seromis pouted: "He recognized him as Myrcella's son. I am disgusted. I object to it."

The witch Novia of the Mechanical Soul Church gave a thumbs up: "I agree. I like his clockwork gun. I can't wait to meet him."

Istria of the Dreamless Scholars closed her eyes and smiled, "I agree. Not for any other reason but because it's so much fun."

The Dreamless Scholars are similar to the Dragon Alchemy Society, but most of them are focused on knowledge services and have deep attainments in the mind and astrology.

Istria has always been mysterious, with a small population and a reputation for doing whatever they want.

Solan of the Shadow Society gave a thumbs up: "I agree."

The Shadow Society is famous for assassinations and smuggling, and its geographical location close to the north allows it to trade through the Ibe River, eliminating the need for smuggling.

So they smuggled spices and brown sugar from the south to the north, and obtained a large amount of funds and daily necessities from the Thousand River Valley.

At this moment, Solan naturally supported Horn's visit and joining the Holy Axis.

Aethena of the Golden Cross dropped her finger and said, "Based on the current performance of the Holy Axis, I suspect they want to annex us. I oppose it."

Veronica, a witch from the Tarot Society and a loyal supporter of Aesena, and Mireya, also from the Golden Cross, both voted against it.

Soon, the Witch Council formed a consensus of four votes in favor and four votes against, and everyone's eyes were focused on Otatila.

Otatira looked around, feeling awkward. She thought for a long time before raising her thumb with difficulty: "I agree. We may not be able to defeat the noble coalition forces of the Lilac Corridor with our strength alone."

"Damn it." Pouting unhappily, Aesena stood up barefoot and walked away. Veronica wanted to stop her, but was stopped by Mireya.

"Bang!" Otatira knocked on the table again, looked around and announced, "We welcome Lord Horn to visit Black Snake Bay in advance, train our army, and join the sugar and grain trade agreement after the war."

(End of this chapter)