Chapter 578: Chapter 578: The Holy One and the Rune Craftsman
"What should I say when I see Lord Lorenzo?" In the summer palace where the King of France lives, Giganon uneasily tugged on his expensive rented dress and asked in a low voice to the attendants who were waiting with him.
The attendant was an aristocratic young man wearing red and blue wide-sleeved and narrow-fitting clothes. He had red lips and white teeth, with bangs that reached his eyebrows. His long, fluffy hair hung down to his shoulders and was buckled on his head like a helmet. He was a young French aristocrat. Fashionable hairstyle among people.
He looked Gigannon up and down, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Be polite, it is better to have more than to lack. Just remember one thing, treat Lord Lorenzo as the deputy king."
Jiganon nodded in understanding, straightened up, squinted his eyes, and replayed the impromptu court etiquette in his mind.
"Squeak——"
The oak door nailed with rows of nails was pushed open, and a little monk with a Paul-style Mediterranean hairstyle poked half of his head out from behind the door: "Your Excellency Lorenzo has time now, you can come in."
"Okay." Jiganon took a deep breath, combed his clothes urgently, and then walked into the small study.
If others hadn't told him, no one would have believed that the small room at the end of the corridor in the Summer Palace was actually the office of Lorenzo, the prime minister and leader of the secret service.
Standing in front of the bookshelf, Lorenzo was a thin, middle-aged man with graying hair on his temples. The ends of his curly hair were tied with a black belt and hung on his shoulders.
He wore a woolen waistcoat with rich patterns and fine lines, and a pair of round-framed crystal tortoise-shell glasses on his nose.
He lowered his head and was still reading the information in his hand by the morning light by the window.
"The momentum is good, but the tone is too loud." Putting the manifesto adapted from Horn's speech into a book, Lorenzo sat down behind the desk.
Through his round glasses, Lorenzo looked up at Gigannon. Seeing him standing there frozen, muttering speechlessly, he pointed to the chair beside him.
"Please take a seat, my friend."
Frozen in front of Lorenzo, Gigannon forgot all about the court etiquette, sat down with a blushing face and apologized in an off-key tone: "I'm sorry, I was so rude, Prime Minister."
This black-robed prime minister had been the prime minister for two terms and had been in power for twenty years. The words of the newly-in-power king were not even as effective as this prime minister.
The number of nobles and wealthy businessmen who were hanged or exiled in prison by this prime minister was definitely much greater than that of the great grandson Horn in Longsand County.
"Have you met that Horn?"
Compared with the common fast speech rate and vague and lazy pronunciation of the French people, the black-clad prime minister of the kingdom spoke slowly but forcefully, and each syllable was pronounced clearly.
"I've seen it, Prime Minister."
"What kind of person do you think he is? Please tell me as much as you want. You don't need to care about anything else. I want to hear your opinion."
Giganon licked his lips and wiped the sweat on his face with a handkerchief: "He is very ordinary, with a farmer's appearance and farmer's figure. He has neither a majestic body nor elegant manners, but he is very smart and hardworking. He could work from morning to night, and he also set up a group of guards and spies to supervise the work of others. ”
Having said this, Giganon raised his head and glanced at Lorenzo. This prime minister and bishop also had a group of spies monitoring the nobles and bureaucrats.
He seems to know everything, which is why he is called the "Thousand-Threaded Spider". His dense network of information covers every corner, and he knows everything clearly.
"He is very strange. He often says that he is the grandson of the Holy Father, not the son of the Holy Lord, because the Holy Lord is a virgin goddess. But on the other hand, he even gives me a feeling of disrespecting the gods, and often says some vulgar words. .
But he was a farmer, and he did have the innate talent to run the army and govern. He used a group of surrendered monks with unknown intentions to manage Langsand County in an orderly manner, and defeated Prince Condai with a group of cowardly farmers. ”
After Lorenzo finished listening to Giganon's narration, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, seeming to be deep in thought.
Giganon didn't dare to interrupt and just sat motionless.
"Thierry!" Lorenzo stopped tapping on the table and called towards the door.
The aristocratic young man with an iron helmet stuck his head out from behind the door: "Are you looking for me, Your Excellency?"
"Mr. Thierry, please bring the sugar."
"Okay, Your Excellency Lorenzo."
Not long after, a gilt silver plate was brought over. In the center of the silver plate was a pile of small yellowish crystals that had been tested for poison. Lorenzo picked up a white porcelain teaspoon, scooped a spoonful and dropped it into the black tea. After taking a sip of black tea, he asked: "Did you see them making these candies with your own eyes?"
"Yes, they use alchemical formulas on a large scale to make them, and they are not afraid of us imitating them." Giganon said with a wry smile, "Black Snake Bay must have a good relationship with the Salvation Army, and they have transferred a large number of alchemists to them."< br>
"The alchemists of Black Snake Bay have not been mobilized on a large scale." Taking a sip of black tea, Lorenzo rejected Gigannon's statement.
Giganon was stunned and subconsciously wanted to refute, but he still held back.
Although alchemists are common in Black Snake Bay, it does not mean that they are very common in other places. With a population of four to five million in the Thousand River Valley, it would be good to have two hundred alchemists and witch doctors.
"I heard that they have a group of people called the Holy Ones?"
"Yes, Your Excellency." Giganon nodded in response, "But they are actually alchemists, just wearing a layer of skin. There are no less than a thousand people."
"Do you know how these holy ones appeared?"
Giganon shook his head in embarrassment: "I don't know. Most of the Holy Beloveds have military backgrounds. Our people can't infiltrate, and some of them were even captured by their Cheka."
Lorenzo said nothing and looked directly into Giganon's eyes.
Although he told the truth and Lorenzo didn't say much, an invisible sense of depression still spread in the room.
Cold sweat couldn't stop falling from his forehead, and Giganon's handkerchief became wet.
However, fortunately, the prime minister in black did not stay in this state for too long. He picked up the bone china tea tray and stood by the window with the gilt red tea cup with swirled leaves: "Someone will contact you after a while. He has more information. With high authority, since you are the temporary representative of the Royal Trading Company in Qianhe River Valley, use this position to dig out their secrets of mass production of alchemists.”
Although I don’t know why Lorenzo insists that the Salvation Army can mass-produce alchemists, the surprise from the representative of the Royal Trading Company still hit Gigannon hard on the head.
What is the concept of a regional representative of the royal trading company?
Although Qianhe River Valley is a new area, he is a temporary representative, and he is not the only one representing it, but it still means a huge future.
With this representative, it means that he is a member of the royal family, has half a foot in the circle of the new rich in Huaqiu City, and is no longer an ordinary businessman.
In France's aristocratic circle, power and money have always transformed into each other. Those who cling to power and money will be besieged by the new aristocrats who grasp both power and wealth.
"I will definitely live up to your trust." Jiganon stood up and performed a chest-stroking salute with an extremely deliberate and mechanical movement.
Until Gigannon was sent away by Thierry, Lorenzo did not ask about the benefits and economic issues of the sugar trade.
The Kingdom of Great France is vast and rich in resources, and has everything.
How much money can be made from a mere Thousand River Valley, or in the territory of the economically backward Kingdom of Laia?
But even if he loses a little money, Lorenzo can accept it.
He just wanted to understand one question, where did they get so many alchemists.
It doesn’t matter what kind of Holy Dao sect, what kind of wind-up gun, or what kind of sugar and grain trade, this is the crux of the problem.
Holding the tea cup tray in his left hand, Lorenzo took out a thick notebook from the dusty bookshelf. He skillfully turned to a page with one hand and looked at the table of contents above.
From the "Act of Honor of the Nobles" to the "Memorandum of the Knights of Kings", from the "Clementine Civil Code" to the "Navigation Act", he finally set his sights on the middle-lower "Rune Artisan Legalization Act".
Holding a gilt white porcelain tea cup, Lorenzo stood in front of the glass window.
Looking at the black smoke rising from the Old Bridge area, I gently blew the smoke from the teacup in my hand, as if it could blow away the black smoke from the Old Bridge area.
"Horn...Thousand Valleys..."
(End of chapter)