When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 731: Be alert and don’t lose points

In the dim morning light, the iron sign swayed in the wind.

The mahogany bar counter at Old Eddy's Café glows like white wax under the fluorescent lamps.

This kind of fluorescent stone lamp is a high-end product recently introduced by the Holy Temple. The light is soft, bright and stable, much better than ordinary oil lamps or candles.

Originally, the waiter had no magic power and could not drive the fluorescent lamp.

But he could soak the fluorescent stone in the concentrated light water newly produced by Dragon Language Alchemy University, which would also have the effect of lighting.

The citizens of Rapid City no longer have the fear they once had regarding alchemical products.

Because according to the theological theory of the Holy Word, passion is life, and it is allowed by the Holy Father.

The Holy Grandson is taking the lead in using it, so why can't it be used? If the Holy Father blames us, the Holy Grandson will take the blame.

In front of the L-shaped bar, twelve copper-clad high stools were nailed to the floor, each stool surface dented with the buttocks imprints of past patrons.

The walls were covered with yellowed ship insurance policies. The soaked and wind-dried papers were curling slightly in the humid air of the port.

Eddie Crawford, senior partner of the Magdeburg Chamber of Commerce and owner of Old Eddie's Café, placed the silver spoon on the edge of the coffee cup and watched the rising mist in silence.

The oil film in the cup shattered into gold foil under the light, which always reminded him of the days when he wrote cargo manifests for merchant ships twenty years ago.

At that time, he was just a small clerk, and his life was more bitter than the coffee grounds in the cup.

Now he is an insurance tycoon in Rapid City, and even in Lower River County and Cassia County.

The insurance industry has long existed in the windmill area. The essence of this is that the sailing technology is too poor and the cost is too high, so once an accident occurs, the whole family will be wiped out.

So a group of citizens came up with a good idea in the beer hall: anyone who wanted to go out to sea would pay them 10% of the value of the goods.

If the boat capsizes, you will be compensated in full. If the boat does not capsize, the money you paid previously will not be returned to you.

As long as more than 100 out of 90 ships can come back, there will be profit.

The geographical factors of the Thousand River Valley bring about extremely high shipping demands, which also created insurance exchanges such as Old Eddy's Café.

"Good morning, old Eddie." Brandon Raines, lottery partner of the Magdeburg Chamber of Commerce, unceremoniously swept the dust off the stool and sat down.

This businessman in his early thirties, with a baby face, opened his collar and wrapped the gold-plated pocket watch chain around his fingers, looking like a playboy in his early twenties.

This behavior is naturally related to his background. Brandon was previously the manager of the gambling house of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce.

However, in order to respond to the civilization movement initiated by the city hall, the Magdi Chamber of Commerce later banned all "legally operating" casinos and technical colleges, completely cutting off this business.

Although there are still small gambling houses and small technical colleges today, they are not as large-scale as before.

Compared to his peers, Brandon was quick-witted and turned the originally marginal raffle game into a weekly lottery.

Of course, there must be a reason why Brandon was able to turn the small games in the casino into a lottery for the general public.

The most crucial point is that he introduced alchemical materials from the Holy Court as anti-counterfeiting labels, otherwise what would happen if others forged the lottery?
Brandon's lottery business was able to expand rapidly because Catherine was using Brandon's lottery tickets to raise funds to rebuild Grand Rapids.

The gambler rudely took the coffee from the waiter, put it in front of him, added sugar with a teaspoon, and asked the waiter to add hot milk.

Eddie glanced at the clock in the corner. The sound of the brass gears meshing reminded him of the torture instruments in the Cheka interrogation room for some reason.

"What time did your Majesty arrange the appointment?"

"Nine o'clock in the morning." Brandon deliberately took out a gold-plated pocket watch from his pocket and raised it higher, even his voice became shrill, "It's only eight o'clock!"

Stirring the blue coffee that gradually changed from blue to turquoise, Old Eddie deliberately avoided looking at Brandon: "Should we set off?"

"It's still early." Brandon blew the steam off his coffee. "Besides, what if he waits for a few minutes? Am I afraid of him?"

Old Eddie stirred his coffee faster without realizing it: "Aren't you afraid of him?"

"Are you scared?" Brandon was still blowing the mist off the coffee.

"Who said I'm afraid?" "The Holy Grandson is quite scary, aren't you afraid of that?"

"You're not afraid, so what am I afraid of?"

"Okay, then we shouldn't be afraid. Be alert!"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the teaspoon in Old Eddie's hand flew out, and Brandon blew most of the coffee out of the cup.

"This teaspoon is too light."

"Your coffee is too generous."

As they talked, they each picked up a teaspoon and wiped the table.

"This holy grandson, he was born a farmer, but he's obsessed with money." Old Eddie coughed while stirring his coffee. "Give him a few bucks, and he'll be quiet."

"Don't be so jealous. You caught the rabbit and cooked the hound?" Brandon agreed. "We only earned a few days' profit."

"However, we respect the status of the Holy Grandson. What he said must be important, otherwise why would we two be asked to do anything?" Old Eddie coughed. "Well, Brother Brandon, you are well-informed. Do you have any special news?"

"Yes, especially." Brandon took a sip of coffee, "Why, you don't have any?"

"Yes, I have it too, I just want to make sure if you have it." Old Eddie looked relieved, "I thought you didn't have it, now that you have it, then I don't need to tell you."

"Oh……"

"Um……"

After swallowing the coffee that almost burned his tongue, Brandon looked at the calm old Eddie beside him and felt a little anxious.

"Horn is a farmer, so he may be rude. But you and I are civilized people, so we cannot be without manners." Brandon looked at his pocket watch. It was already 8:15.

Old Eddie slowly drank the last sip of coffee, wiped the coffee stains on his chin, cheeks and neck, and said simply: "Well, it's time to go."

The two men picked up their canes and calmly walked towards the Rose Mansion where Horn was on the other side of the river with a few servants and bodyguards.

Walking past the statue of the Treasure Beast, of which only the base remained, by the porch, and counting the thirty-seven steps, the two arrived at the third floor.

Of the two bedrooms that originally faced each other, one was converted into Horn's office, and the other opposite had its wall removed and converted into a waiting room.

On the dark oak benches, five textile industry representatives who had arrived earlier were as silent as damp wool, while two farmer representatives from the Senate were babbling in an incomprehensible dialect.

Sitting on the second row of benches, Brandon took the registration list from the grey-robed monk and tried to put two bonds in it, but the grey-robed monk pulled them out and returned them to him.

"Messengers from the wool textile industry in South Mound County are here to see you!"

The five representatives quickly stood up and walked into the study under the guidance of the gray-robed monk. Not long after, they came out with sad faces.

"Send down the representatives of the farmers of River County to see you!"

The two farmers walked in timidly, but this time they stayed a little longer before coming out with smiles on their faces.

Finally, the gray-robed monk flipped through the registration form and stood by the door: "Ask Eddie Crawford and Brandon Raines, partners of the Magde Chamber of Commerce, to come to see us!"

"Old Eddie, we are all respectable people, we have to behave in a civilized manner."

"Stand firm and be alert. Don't let the Holy Grandson look down on us!"

The two took a deep breath, put on a calm expression without being humble or arrogant, and strode into the small office.

"You..." Horn raised his head and looked at the two of them with cold eyes.

"Pfft!"

(End of this chapter)