Chapter 630 Health always wins!
After Silvis, Catherine and others had their own ulterior motives, October 17th passed quickly, and many county chiefs who had discussed budget issues began to pack their bags and prepare to leave.
At the banquet on the night of October 17th, cardinals from the Tribunal of Truth to the Tribunal, as well as partners and bankers at all levels of the Megdi Chamber of Commerce, as well as nobles and knights gathered together to celebrate the success of the first financial meeting. Finish.
Although there were a lot of hiccups, overall, it was okay.
As for this dinner, there is nothing to say. Although there are no extravagant dishes like the old days, various sweets and spices are quite generous.
Although I feel that putting spices on the pork and frying it is a waste of money, I have to say that the chef of the Sacred Arms Court seems to be quite good at frying.
The ingredients may not be better than the Duke's, but the fresh and strong taste is completely different.
After all, after opening up the Red Copper Fortress, Black Snake Bay's transportation has been connected to Langsand County. During the past six months, the two sides began tentative trade exchanges.
Due to the preferential policies of the Sacred Axis, the Papal Palace can exchange for a large amount of pepper, chili pepper, cinnamon, sesame and cloves through unified sales and purchase.
After all, flour and rice crackers can be used as hard currency in Black Snake Bay. Previously, the border was blocked and smuggling had to be relied on. Now that smuggling is allowed, transportation capacity and turnover speed have increased rapidly.
In fact, Meliati's other major mission when she came to the Holy See was to connect with her mother.
At the same time, she brought news about the Scales Monastery to Horn, but the price was that Horn had to take her to meet the new witch.
The moon was high in the sky, and the lights behind the cold glass were blurry. A series of halos and apertures stuck to the windows that were not pure enough. Through the mist, people couldn't see clearly inside.
The senior officials of the Thousand River Valley Monarchy, dressed in military uniforms and formal attires, no matter how opposed they were before, were still toasting and drinking with ulterior motives and introducing each other.
After all, during the establishment of the Constitution, many people were stationed and fighting abroad, and the positions of county chiefs at all levels were not yet determined, so they could not know each other.
The stove was burning brightly in the warm hall, and milky white wax tears fell along the silver candlesticks and onto the long mahogany table covered with a satin tablecloth.
Around the long table were middle- and upper-level people coming and going, carrying dinner plates and wine glasses.
Lannes, who was wearing a black feathered quilted jacket, was holding a wine glass filled with cider, bowing and saluting Meliati in front of him: "The style you look like today is not like that of your grandfather (Hema Stone). Grand Duke), he looks like your great-grandfather (King Norn)”
"You kid, you haven't learned anything else well, but you are getting better and better at flattering, hahahaha." He laughed heartily and even wildly, Meliati was wearing a slim-fitting and gorgeous men's leggings hunting suit, and vigorously Patted Lanez on the back.
"Ahem, cough, cough, I just, cough, tell the truth." Lannes said with a purple face.
Meliati tilted her wine glass and pointed at Llanes in front of her, and introduced: "Your Majesty the Holy Sun, this is my cavalry captain Llanes."
"Ah, you are indeed a talented person." Horn stretched out his hand and shook his hand.
Lannes was about to be polite when he heard a crisp dinging sound.
Everyone turned to look, only to see Metternich, who was wearing a combed woolen robe, standing on a chair, tapping the wine glass in his hand with a spoon: "Everyone, we are gathered here today, just like a big family.
But a year ago, we were still like a bunch of lost dogs, driven here and there by the Church of the Thousand Valleys and Prince Condai. How could we have such a pleasant day as today?
Thanks to the Despot and the Patriarch, we are able to gather here now, so I propose that we all stand up and wish the two tribunes good health and success! ”
Taking the lead in raising a glass of cider, Metternich toasted to Horn and Meliati on the main seat.
Everyone was equally happy and stood up one after another, raising their wine glasses high.
"Loyalty! Sincerity!"
"Piety! Sincerity!"
"Well, I'm the happiest today." Horn raised his wine glass to everyone in the hall. ………………
Others in the hall were still drinking and mingling, but Horn, Catherine, Meliaty and others excused themselves from being drunk or feeling unwell and left the hall.
When Catherine finally boarded the black high-end carriage, they slowly walked towards the Mechanical Palace.
The dark street scene continued to flow through the car window. Horn and Meliati talked with their knees against their knees, while Catherine used the moonlight and lights to touch up her makeup with a small mirror.
"When will the ceremony start? We can't make it in time, right?" Meliati put her iron fist on her knees and sat with her sword straight.
"Jeanna passed ahead of time." Horn glanced sideways at the clock tower, "It's only half past nine, there's still an hour left, I'll definitely make it in time."
"That's good." Meliati leaned her head on the carriage and began to close her eyes and rest.
Horn stared at her iron fist for a while before asking: "Your Excellency Shilov, you are very good at making fine mechanical gears. Maybe you can ask her to help you make an iron hand?"
"No need." Meliati looked down at her hands, "Only the fists clenched together have strength."
"Since you can make an iron hand, why do you have to use an iron fist? That hand will grasp according to the movements of your elbow and wrist. I think it will not be a problem to control each finger with extraordinary martial arts control of muscles."
"Just do it, I can take it back and collect it." Meliati didn't want to argue on this matter, so she just replied casually.
Under the guidance of the Holy Gun Cavalry, the carriage quickly drove across the Central Street and the small bridge over the Pala River, all the way to the Mechanical Palace.
When getting off the carriage, Horn turned to Meliyati and explained: "I'm sorry, it's not that she is rude. Like you, she is also troubled by the witch's mental illness. She cannot leave the palace and cannot do anything. Expression.”
"I know." There was a hint of complicated pity in Meliati's eyes.
But most witches who have been around for a long time will have various mental illnesses, some are mild and some are serious.
When someone like her came to the throne at such a young age, she desperately used magic to distinguish her voice from her loyalists, which caused almost irreversible damage to her spirit.
Her sister was there before she became a duke, but she only occasionally talked in her head before, and then slowly began to take control of her body.
When she arrived at the High Castle, her sister even took control of her body directly in her sleep.
Until now, she would occasionally have a moment where she couldn't tell who was in control of her body.
At this point, Meliati is quite envious of Jeanne. She is the youngest, and her early use of spells was very restrained, and she has not shown any signs of mental illness until now.
After passing the wall and checkpoint at the entrance of the palace, Shilov sat in a wheelchair and opened the door in advance while a row of soldiers beat their chests. She elegantly and gently folded her hands in front of her knees.
The person pushing the wheelchair was Jeanne behind her, whose mouth dropped unconsciously.
"Hello, two distinguished ladies." Shilov took the lead in performing a Guair-style courtesy, "You two look really radiant."
"You are joking, I am Catherine." Catherine took the lead in reaching out and shaking hands with Shilov, "You look like you just walked out of Guel's mural."
Shilov immediately responded with a rather literal haha. She actually said the word haha three times in a row.
At this time, Meliati finally reacted from her daze. She glanced at Shilov's ears and tail, and also reached out to shake her hand. Her expression was inexplicably serious: "I'm glad to see you here today. Your Excellency Shilov.”
(End of chapter)