When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 694 Griffin!

Horn stood next to the sugar press, watching the subtle silence in front of him coldly.

Before coming up with this double-roller press, he had already experimented with it and found that the efficiency of this double-roller sugar press was more than twice that of the wooden bar type.

Using a wooden lever sugar press, you probably can't squeeze out 800 pounds of sweet twigs a day, but this double-roller type only requires two people to operate and can squeeze out about 2000 pounds of sweet twigs a day.

The original sweet potato plantation owners were restricted by the crushing speed and economic environment, and the actual production expansion rate was far lower than normal.

But with these sugar mills, the only thing Horn had to consider was the number of sugar mills in Langsand County and the port's throughput.

Although there was no expression on the surface, the sugar-squeezing demonstration just now undoubtedly caused quite a stir in the hearts of the secret party wizards.

Sure enough, after several wizards discussed in low voices for a while, one of the middle-aged wizards stepped forward cautiously.

"Your Highness," he cleared his throat, his tone somewhat tentative, "This sugar press is indeed ingenious, but if we want to build a sugar press, you said that we should try to let every sugar press get orders, but how should these orders be distributed? Who will distribute them?"

As soon as these words came out, the wizards around immediately pricked up their ears and stared at Horn with bated breath.

Obviously, this is what they are most concerned about.

A smile appeared on Horn's lips. He slowly walked to the sugar press, gently patted the solid wooden gear, and then looked up at the wizard who asked the question: "To be honest, I don't know either.

However, I will select an honest and capable person, who will be appointed by me personally to be responsible for the distribution of these orders.”

"You mean?"

"I need you to make the right choice at the right time." Horn could only hint helplessly, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Support… As soon as the words fell, the wizards reacted one after another.

Immediately, a wizard from the secret party rushed out and said, "Your Highness, this is a calendar brought by the Kingdom of France. It uses the most advanced painting techniques, and the patterns on it are all images of rare flowers, implying that your career will flourish like a flower."

"what?"

Looking at the calendar in his hand, Horn was a little confused. He couldn't say openly that he was going to clean up the criminal secret party, so he hoped to get these moderates to stand with him in the war of public security.

But obviously, the wizards all misunderstood.

"Your Highness, this snake-man obsidian statue is a statue used by an ancient snake-man for sacrifice. It is extremely rare!"

"Your Highness, please accept this two-headed crocodile. It is definitely a treasure that is not even found in the Fran Palace."

"Your Highness, this is my daughter... If you don't like it, this is my son..."

Horn wanted to explain, but seeing how enthusiastic the wizards were, he couldn't say it directly. He could only put on his signature fake smile and agreed to everything.

The wizards who had prepared the gifts were extremely happy at this moment, with excitement on their faces, as if they had already felt that victory was within their grasp.

However, those wizards who were originally nonchalant and had not made any preparations were sweating profusely on their foreheads.

Wizards came forward one after another to present gifts. The gifts they displayed were varied, including rare treasures, precious herbs, mutant creatures, ancient Aiel relics, small monsters, and so many things spread all over the ground. There was enough space for Horn to open a botanical garden or a zoo.

Horn himself was not very interested in these gifts. He was only interested in those things that were practical and had research value. But these things were not useless, they were really useless.

Finally, his eyes fell on a gift in a large box in the corner. This was the last one.

This gift looked completely different from the exquisite treasures around it. The appearance of the big box was simple and even a little rough.

The bulbous-nosed wizard standing nearby was a little nervous, but he immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, there is a very rare creature inside. I think you will be interested!"

As he said this, he pulled the rope and the baffle fell, and the secret party members around him all exclaimed in surprise.

Even Horn, who had been uninterested at first, opened his eyes wide in confusion and surprise: "Is this a griffin?"

The monster under the black cloth and in the iron cage is the source of the name of Griffin Horn - the Griffin.

Similar to the giant spiders in the Thousand River Valley and the slimes in the Black Snake Bay, there is also a special creature in the vast land at the southernmost tip of the continent, Griffin Cape, and that is the griffin.

As a winged creature with an eagle head and a lion body, they live all year round on the canyon cliffs at the southern end of the continent and feed on large fish, cattle and sheep.

Because they are carnivorous and eat a huge amount, and they often eat each other, their numbers are small and their territory is very large.

Griffin Cape used to be full of these creatures, but with hundreds of years of development by the Franks, the number of griffins has decreased year by year, and a large number of griffins have migrated to the islands.

But their vengeful nature did not disappear. Until now, the Franks' colony [frontier] at Cape Griffin and the Cod Fort-Storm Cape route are still often attacked by griffins.

Horn had seen pictures and descriptions of griffins in many books, but this was the first time he saw a living griffin.

A few rays of light penetrated through the heavy iron railings, shining on its golden brown fur and dark wings. On its lion-like body, the light spots from the tree shadows fell on the white head of the golden eagle, reflecting a scaly luster.

Horn was not mistaken. He did not expect that the gift brought by this unknown little secretary was actually a griffin!

The griffin, which was three times larger than a warhorse, curled up into a ball. It seemed that it had not yet adapted to the light. It just pecked at the iron cage with its beak listlessly, making dull sounds.

Several gendarmes nearby immediately rushed to Horn.

The garlic-nosed secret party rubbed his hands and said, "Don't worry, everyone. These railings are made of fine iron. It is sick and doesn't eat. It has no strength to hurt Lord Horn."

Standing on tiptoe, Horn peeked out from between the guards' shoulders: "This is a rare item. Where did you get it from?"

"It was sold to us by the snakemen." The man with the garlic nose nodded and bowed with a hint of complacency. "Lucky favors me. It should be a sick old griffin that got lost and landed in the Green Dragon Forest, but was picked up by the snakemen. These snakemen didn't know the value of the griffin. I gave them some iron tools, and they sent this griffin to me."

Horn couldn't help laughing. He had just been talking about clearing out a yard to build a zoo, but now the pillars were just delivered to him.

Looking at the majestic old griffin, Duvalon couldn't help but ask, "Can this griffin be ridden? The kind that can fly into the sky?"

"I'm afraid not." The Bubble Nosed Secret Party member shook his head, "You don't know, there are some animals in this world that cannot be tamed. They are born to yearn for freedom."

Historically, the Franks and Norns have tried to tame griffins and use them as mounts for high-ranking knights.

Griffins can be tamed but cannot be domesticated, and they have an overly aggressive temperament and are extremely unstable. They may be rubbing against you one second, and their beak may blow your skull off the next.

In the Leopard Palace of the Holy See City in the Golden Horn, there are two griffins trained as tribute.

But most of the time, they were locked up with iron chains, and became the topic of conversation and objects of admiration for the noble guests.

"What a pity." Du Valon was visibly frustrated.

Horn patted his shoulder and said, "What a pity! Just wait a few more years and I promise that I can make you fly without the need for a griffin."

After comforting Du Valon, Horn originally wanted to go forward and take a closer look at this rare thing, but he suddenly stopped for some reason.

It was not until he took back his steps that he reacted belatedly.

Was it an illusion? Or did he really smell the smell of blood? Looking at the dying griffin, Horn's eyes somehow stayed on the griffin's chest.

"Puff..." An inaudible sound was heard, and Horn's hair stood on end.

Almost at the moment when his gaze shifted to the chest, a line of blood suddenly appeared on the griffin's chest and abdomen, and feathers and internal organs exploded to both sides at the same time.

Green gastric juice splashed onto the floor with a sizzling sound, and a black figure shorter than Horn passed through the narrow railing like a ghost.

The long sword reflected the sunlight and flashed across Horn's eyes. The intuition honed from countless wars made him immediately draw the Blood Cloud from his waist.

In almost the blink of an eye, the black shadow came from several steps away and was right in front of him.

The sword wind swept across the collars of the two gendarmes and passed accurately between their shoulders.

The moment Horn struggled to lift the Blood Cloud, a tremendous force came from the sword.

The silver-white demon-hunting steel sword and the light red blood-covering cloud created a streak of sparks, and the tip of the sword made of holy silver passed before his eyes.

In a flash, Horn used all his strength to twist the blood-covered cloud. Thanks to his sword training with Jeanne, he deflected the sword.

The tip of the sword almost grazed his neck, but a piercing pain still came from above his collarbone.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

"Assassins, there are assassins from the Vatican!"

Although this attack did not kill the man, the gendarmes on both sides were so frightened that their hair stood on end. They pounced on the black shadow together, and before the second sword could be stabbed out, they pinned the black shadow under them.

Almost at the same time, the music from the dance party outside suddenly stopped, followed by a series of roars and screams.

"what--"

"Holy gun, holy gun!"

"A demon hunter has sneaked in!"

"Watch out for the fireball!"

(End of this chapter)