When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 972 Look, this is called professionalism
Before the sun rose as usual, Horn was awakened by his loyal descendants.

This time, he did not go to the Holy See Restaurant for dinner.

Instead, he sat in the dining room of his own villa, watching Jeanne humming a song while frying bread and boiling milk in the kitchen.

Taking this opportunity, he turned to look at René who was accompanying him and asked, "How is the situation in the city?"

"The situation was basically stable in the second half of the night. During the Central Conference, there were always soldiers and Crusaders patrolling, and the residents were used to it.

We have temporarily suspended postal services, censored all letters and postal parcels, and have taken control of all ferries and bridges.”

Having been the head of the Anti-Counterrevolutionary Bureau for eight years, René was already very familiar with this kind of thing.

Horn nodded with satisfaction.

Looking out the restaurant's glass window at the town in the distance, he could already feel the entire Holy See stretching and yawning.

Apart from the fact that there were many more guards and Cheka patrolling the streets, there was nothing different from usual.

After all, this was just a small-scale operation, and the main battles were focused on the outskirts of the city, and most of the soldiers were there to put out fires.

Jeanne passed the plates to Horn and René, wiped her hands with her apron and said with a smile, "I haven't made it for a long time. Try it and see if my cooking skills are rusty."

Horn took a bite of the fried egg bread and drank a sip of hot milk, but it still tasted the same as before.

He was about to respond when he saw Carrie walk in, exhausted.

Without waiting for anything to be said, Carrie reached out for the hot milk and drank it all in one gulp.

Jeanne wanted to scold her, but if she opened her mouth a little wider, the bruises at the corners of her mouth would hurt, so she could only glare at Carrie angrily.

Carrie threw a work notebook to Horn: "Do you know what we caught tonight? I was wondering why the Franks dared to take action in the Holy Court."

"What?" Horn flipped open his work notes, read a few lines and leaned his head closer, "Vampire?"

"Yes, if I hadn't asked Novia to lead the Shadow Crow soldiers to intercept them, she would have escaped with King Jiji."

"How's Ginigis doing?" Horn asked, glancing at his notes.

"He was just a little frightened. After all, the carriage flipped over first, and then he was thrown around more than ten meters in the air. He was quite frightened."

"You must take good care of it, and sell it to Charles VIII for a good price."

Jeanne sat down, wiping her hands with her apron, and gave half of her milk to Horn: "Brother, what are you going to do with that vampire? Do you want to interrogate him yourself?"

Carrie shook her head: "We can leave this female vampire alone for now. We have discovered a more serious problem."

"What's the problem?" Seeing Horn flipping through his notebook with a serious face, Jeanne had to ask Carrie reluctantly.

Carrie smiled, as if she had expected it: "I snooped into the minds of these French spies and found out that they stole a tube of Holy Seed from somewhere.

We searched several of their hiding places, but did not find the tube of Holy Seeds.

Most likely, he was taken away by a French spy."

The Holy Favor Seed is actually the Holy Favor Disease Vaccine or the Hell-loving Bacteria Vaccine.

In four years of workshop production, the output of Holy Seeds has skyrocketed from 500 doses to about 4,000 doses.

Almost 3500 Saints can be converted every month, which can basically cover all the new recruits of the Holy Alliance.

If it weren't for France's export restrictions on monster meat, this number would have risen even higher.

Although the output is so high, the management of the Holy Seeds has never been relaxed.

They were used and managed in a unified way to prevent any leakage of the Holy Seeds, but one was still stolen by a French spy.

The most important thing is that the accounting management of the Holy Seeds is completely normal. So where did this Holy Seed come from?
The Holy Seeds workshop is just behind Horn's mountain villa and is guarded by the guards!

"How did they steal it? Did they break through the defenses of the mountain villa?" The expressions of the people present became solemn.

Even if you have the Holy Seeds, you still cannot produce them without the slime culture medium technology and inoculation technology.

But the fact that this one item was stolen is surprising enough.

"Theft... I hope it's just that the guards are not strict enough." Horn closed his work notes and said expressionlessly.

Carrie and Jeanne were silent.

Horn looked at the two of them and said, "Jeanne, your military police used to be in charge of the army, so you can check this matter.

If it is an external force, that's fine. If it is an internal force, let Na handle it.

Carrie, continue to track down the whereabouts of the Holy Seeds. These Holy Seeds have been specially processed, so they should be easy to track down."

Carrie and Jeanne left, but Horn had no appetite for breakfast.

At this time, the bright red sun finally rose from the top of the mountain, shining the scorching and warm morning light on the greasy and golden fried eggs.

The red light spread across the surface of the fried egg like magma.

Holding the knife and fork tightly, Horn didn't know whether his worries were true or not. It had only been eight years...

After sitting there for nearly ten minutes, Horn suddenly laughed and continued to eat the cold fried eggs: "Forget it, there is no such thing as a permanent solution."

…………

In front of the Qianhegu Trading Company’s mansion at the Shengxieting dock area.

Duke Labang growled at the Chekas with a gloomy face: "I say again, the great Kingdom of Fran will never accept searches. If you want to search, then please ask your Purification Chief Carrie to come over!"

"It's just a routine check."

"Don't think you can put the blame on us. If you search us, people will think we were the ones who planned the robbery of the king!
As the Honorary Duke of Fran, I will never allow anyone to throw dirty water on the Kingdom of Fran." The black-clad Chekas in short cloaks looked at each other, but tacitly stayed in front of the door without moving.

Duke Laban exhaled twice from his nose: "If you are willing to stand guard for me, then do so."

Walking back to the mansion, the gate of the courtyard slowly closed.

Duke Laban, in his pajamas, trotted all the way to a utility room in the lobby on the first floor.

In the utility room, a man dressed as a shop assistant was quickly healing the wound on his palm with the help of a monk.

"You are still considered elite?" Duke Labang's expression was extremely grim. "Not only did we fail to kidnap the king, but even the contact point in the city was destroyed."

The man raised his head, his expression equally grim: “We have a traitor among us, who leaked the information to the Holy Alliance.

Otherwise, why would they send flying witches to counter our vampires?"

Duke Labang was shocked when he heard this: "But the whole operation is only known to me, Cassani and a few people in your team."

"I do not know then."

Rubbing his temple, Duke Labang felt that his future was bleak and his mission was not going well.

King Jiji is still in the hands of the Holy Alliance, but we have caught them all on our side.

It just so happened that nothing happened before, and I caught everything in my own hands.

Fortunately, they did a good job in the finale. By using that vampire, they were able to divert the disaster to the royal court.

By then, Fran will sponsor a few tabloids to spread the word, and public opinion will turn into a story about the royal court trying to kidnap King Gigi.

Even if Horn suspected him, he couldn't attack him openly.

Picking up a glass of wine in a crystal glass, Duke Laban took a sip and relaxed his expression: "So we got nothing?"

The man took out a tube of liquid from his arms: "It's not that there is no gain."

"what is this?"

“The Holy Alliance uses this potion to transform ordinary people into extraordinary people.

We worked so hard to get this thing, and it is enough to cover up our failure.

As long as we can get this thing out..."

"Throw it into the river." Duke Laban said without hesitation.

"Throw it into the river? Why?" The man stretched out his hand and quickly retracted it.

Duke Labang said with a gloomy face: “I just delayed you for a few hours. The Purification Court will definitely come to search.

My mission this time is much more important than this potion, and I must try my best to gain the moral upper hand.

The Holy League suddenly took action against the French spies, but could not put the blame on us for the kidnapping of Jinigis, which would mean that he was unreasonably abusing his friends.

When the time comes, I will use some self-torture tactics and get beaten up by the Chekas, which will at least give me some more bargaining chips.

It's too risky to leave this thing here. If you can get it the first time, you can get it the second time.

If they are caught, then their actions are correct and we will definitely be the ones at fault.”

The man was obviously reluctant to give it up, and just held the potion tightly, hesitating. It was obvious that they had put in a lot of effort to obtain this potion.

This time, all the French spies were implicated, and he couldn't escape the responsibility, so naturally he had to rely on this seed of the Holy Favor to pass the blame.

According to what Duke Labang said, he would definitely have to go back to sit on the bench and would never be able to make a comeback in his life.

As he hesitated, he noticed that Labang's eyes were gradually getting colder, and finally he said dejectedly: "Okay, I'll go get rid of it."

After changing into new clothes, the French spy climbed over the courtyard wall, walked through the lush grass and came to a small canal.

There were few people by the river in the early morning.

He took out the medicine and wanted to pour it all into the river, but after looking left and right, he couldn't bear to do so.

After hesitating for nearly a minute, he looked back at the mansion, then at the glass tube as thick as his finger in his hand, and then he gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind.

He fished some ointment from his pocket and smeared it on the tube of medicine.

He reached behind him again and stuffed the medicine tube into his pants.

"puff!"

A minute later, the French spy walked back to the mansion with a grim face.

The Duke, who had finished drinking, changed into formal attire. When he saw him coming back, he immediately asked, "Have you dealt with everything?"

The man showed his empty hands to the Duke.

But Labang was still worried, so he called two people to search the man. He was relieved when they found nothing.

"Okay, you are now called Dipre, and you are my manservant. If anyone asks, you should answer like this... You are a spy, so you should be more professional than me in this area."

"It's impossible for them to find the flaw."

Duke Labang was very satisfied: "I'm sorry for wronging you this time. Come on, sit down and have a couple of drinks."

"...No, I'm your manservant. How can I sit down and drink with you?"

Duke Labang was stunned at first, then he exclaimed to Cassani beside him: "Look, this is called professionalism!"

(End of this chapter)