When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 974 The Honest Duke and the Peaceful Vampire

This time, Duke Laban was completely honest and sincere.

He thought he was favored by the king and would be able to return to the central government, but in the end he was forced to fight against the Spice Group alone.

But now that we're in the game, there's no way to get out.

Therefore, he planned to kidnap King Gigi first, take away Horn's bargaining chip, and make the negotiating positions of both parties equal.

Then, they used the King Gigi incident to create the illusion that the Holy League insulted France.

Let the family spread rumors throughout France, saying that "the people of Thousand River Valley are ungrateful" and "the people of Thousand River Valley don't know how to say thank you."

Use this trend of public opinion to shut up the French dignitaries and make it impossible for them to negotiate a trade agreement.

Finally, the Duke of Laban used his eloquence to sign a suitable and equal agreement, a mercantilist agreement.

exactly.

It was just the imaginary Duke of Labang who never came into reality.

The attempt to rob the king failed, and the attempt to scam him also failed.

The French spy of the Holy Court was caught, and the joke of Pi Yan stealing the light was also exposed.

He had already exhausted all means to deal with the isolated and helpless Duke of Laban.

The first goal right now is to prevent shit from leaking out from between your fingers when you wipe your butt.

"So he gave in?"

In the dilapidated church, Horn, who was teasing the little mountain cat with a piece of dogtail grass, stood up on his knees.

The little bobcat pounced over and kept attacking Horn's trouser legs and boots.

Carrie reached out and picked up the little bobcat, stroking it and saying, "He has recognized the reality, but he only loosened up on King Gigi in exchange for the glass craft. He is still very tight on other aspects."

"Okay, let Catherine negotiate with him." Horn took the initiative to walk forward, and Carrie followed with the cat in her arms, and the two walked through the Giant Spider Ranch together.

"There's no need to be too oppressive. We can make some concessions on unimportant things. At the moment, the friendship of the Franks is still very important to us."

"I understand that." Carrie scratched the little bobcat's chin with her fingers.

The little bobcat that bared its teeth and panted in front of Horn became extremely well-behaved in Carrie's hands.

"Our current request is that King Jiji exchange at least one hundred royal glassmakers and a complete set of crystal glass craftsmanship and tools. This is the bottom line."

For Horn, crystal glass is indeed a very difficult craft.

Of course he knew that if he wanted glass, he just needed to add sand and soda ash and burn it.

But when the construction actually started, a lot of problems emerged. The glass produced had bubbles, was turbid, and was extremely brittle.

This is not because the Horn principle is wrong, but there is an unavoidable link from the principle to actual production, and that is the process.

Even in the era of the First Industrial Revolution, technology was difficult to master in a short period of time.

It doesn't mean that Horn can immediately produce products of the same level after purchasing the process and books.

The process is not something that can be completed with a flow chart. All kinds of weird little problems will occur during the process.

Only by solving all these strange little problems can we produce qualified products.

Workers need to accumulate skills, technicians need to accumulate experience, not to mention that workshop owners also need to learn how to manage such processes.

Even once the craft is no longer mastered, it will be extremely difficult to make up for it.

This kind of accumulation cannot be achieved quickly, it takes time, and a master craftsman can make up for this shortcoming well.

In fact, some craftsmen recruited from Leia brought bad guild habits with them, but Horn still tolerated them.

It’s not that Horn is incapable of researching glass craft on his own.

It will probably take more than ten or twenty years for him to come up with his research.

Besides, why reinvent the wheel if you have the chance?

"But I'm afraid that among those one hundred glass craftsmen, there may be many French spies hiding or being recruited by French spies."

"There's no reason to block all the doors and windows just because we're afraid of mosquitoes flying in." Horn came to a building embedded in the mountain and stopped.

"arrive."

As if she was afraid that the kitten would see a bloody scene, Carrie put the little bobcat on the ground and pushed it away with her foot.

Because in front of the two of them was the dungeon used by the Purification Court to imprison the most dangerous criminals, which was transformed from the cave where the underground church was originally located.

Rafeel, the angels, and a few blood knights were imprisoned here, including the vampire from before, and Novia was guarding the place herself. But when Novia saw Horn, she pouted and said, "Do you know how busy I am? You actually asked me to help you guard the prison."

Horn chuckled and said, "Except for you, the others don't have the ability to fly. What if she runs away again?"

In fact, Novia's flying ability still depends on controlling the Mithril Armor, and the Thopter only allows her to fly faster.

When it comes to flying soldiers like vampires, only Novia can catch up.

Horn was really curious. Since vampires had the ability to fly, how did the Imperial Knights kill them?
Horn asked the question right away.

Carrie shrugged: "It's simple, only three generations of vampires can fly, and the time is very short, and the endurance is far less than that of Sister Novia.

On the battlefield, unless you are a vampire at the Grand Duke level, you basically cannot fly.

Because they fly too slowly, they can be easily shot down by high-ranking knights with spears or bows. "

"Yo, so we also captured a high-level vampire?"

Following behind several loyal heirs, Horn lowered his head and walked into the low mountain cell.

Walking through the familiar passage, the fluorescent lamps on both sides lit up one by one.

At the end of a corridor on the mountain wall, behind a steel railing, a gray-haired girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old sat upright on a chair with her head lowered.

She was surrounded by a circle of holy water, binding her firmly in this small area.

Carrie stepped forward and knocked on the railing with her scabbard: "Name."

"Paolina Eumissis." The vampire girl trembled.

"Origin and origin."

"The Eumisis clan of the Griffin Cape of the Fran Kingdom owed a debt to the tax farmer and was recruited by Governor Laban to become a Fran spy."

"Wait!" Horn stopped Carrie directly, "Do vampires have a colony in Griffin Point?"

"Griffin Cape is so large, the land is vast and the population is sparse, there are many messy colonies." Carrie opened the interrogation report, "But generally speaking, the vampire clans that come to Griffin Cape migrate because of political persecution."

The territory of the Flesh and Blood Royal Court is similar to that of the East Continent, but it is a unified empire. However, the internal court politics and political struggles are much bloodier than those in the kingdom.

If Horn's purge is a limited-time event, then the Royal Court's purge is a daily event.

The first thing the Grand Dukes do when they wake up every day is to clean up their daily chores, which mainly involves exiling and killing a group of vampire clans.

There was once a joke that a great knight could kill fewer vampires in his lifetime than a vampire duke could kill in a day.

"Won't their existence cause panic in other colonies?" asked a young loyal heir.

“Griffin Cape is in urgent need of manpower, and those who come to Griffin Cape are usually Griffin Cape people.

As for vampires, low-level vampires can survive on animal blood and a small amount of human blood.

Only high-level vampires need large amounts of human blood, otherwise their supernatural powers will degenerate.

This loser is a typical example. He is a third-generation vampire, but because he hasn't sucked human blood for so long, he can't even cast undead magic."

Even though she was imprisoned, the gray-haired girl immediately raised her head and said unconvincedly: "I am not useless, it's just that your weapons are too sharp."

"Did you speak?" In response to her, Carrie gave her an icy look and slowly pulled out the iron rod.

Horn held her wrist and pushed the iron rod back. He held the interrogation record in one hand and smiled: "Does your clan make a profit from smuggling? Let me guess, you are not vampire pirates?"

The vampire girl named Paolina shrank her neck: "Yes, yes."

"Smuggling what?"

"Various things, mainly tobacco, sugar and spices..."

Even though Horn was smiling, Paolina felt a creepy feeling for some reason.

As soon as she looked at Horn, Carrie guessed what he was thinking: "She? Will it work?"

"She can't do it, let's help her." Horn walked closer leisurely, "Paolina, right?"

"……Uh-huh."

"You now have two choices. The first is to be dissected and tortured to death by our crazy wizards. The second is to prove your worth..."

"I choose the second one." Paolina said without thinking, she didn't want to die.

Holding the railing, Horn's face flickered behind it: "Okay, since you can accept the recruitment of the French agents, are you willing to accept the recruitment of the Cheka?"

(End of this chapter)