Chapter 694 Griffin!
Horn stood next to the sugar press, staring coldly at the subtle silence in front of him.
He had already experimented with this two-roller sugar press before taking it out. The efficiency of this two-roller sugar press was more than twice that of the wooden lever type.
Using a wooden lever sugar press, you may not be able to squeeze 800 pounds of sweet branches every day, but this double-roller type only requires two people to operate, and you can squeeze about 2,000 pounds of sweet branches every day.
The original sweet branch plantation owners were limited by the crushing speed and the economic environment, and the actual production expansion rate was much lower than normal.
But with these sugar mills, the only thing Horn has to consider is the number of sugar mills in Langsand County and the throughput of the port.
There was no expression on the surface, but the sugar-pressing demonstration just now undoubtedly caused quite a stir in the hearts of the secret party wizards.
Sure enough, after several wizards discussed in low voices for a while, one of the middle-aged wizards stood up cautiously.
"Your Highness," he cleared his throat with a hint of probing in his tone, "This sugar press is indeed exquisite, but if we want to build a sugar press workshop, you said that we should try our best to get orders for each sugar press workshop, but How to distribute this order? Who will distribute it? ”
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding wizards immediately pricked up their ears and stared at Horn with bated breath.
Obviously, this is their biggest concern.
A smile appeared on Horn's lips. He walked slowly to the sugar press, patted the solid wooden gear, and then looked up at the wizard who asked the question: "To be honest, I don't know either.
However, I will choose an honest, trustworthy and talented person, personally appointed by me, to be responsible for the distribution of these orders. ”
"You mean?"
"I need you to make the right choice at the right time." Horn could only hint helplessly, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Support... As soon as he finished speaking, the wizards reacted one after another.
Immediately, a wizard from the secret party rushed out: "Your Highness, this is the calendar brought by our Kingdom of France. It uses the best painting technology. The patterns on it are all images of rare flowers, which means that your career will be prosperous. Blooming.”
"Huh?"
Looking at the calendar in his hand, Horn was a little confused. He couldn't blatantly say that he planned to clean up the criminal secret party, so he hoped to get these moderates to stand with him in the public security war.
But obviously, the wizards have got it wrong.
"Your Highness, this snake-man obsidian statue is a statue used by an ancient snake-man for sacrifice. It is extremely rare!"
"Your Highness, please accept this two-headed crocodile. It is definitely a treasure that is not even found in the Royal Palace of France."
"Your Highness, this is my daughter... If you don't like it, this is my son..."
Horn wanted to explain, but seeing how enthusiastic the wizards were, he couldn't speak directly, so he had to put on his trademark fake smile and accept them one by one.
The wizards who had prepared gifts were extremely happy at the moment, their faces lit up with excitement, and they seemed to feel that they had a chance to win.
But those wizards who were originally indifferent and unprepared were sweating on their foreheads.
The wizards came forward to offer gifts one after another. The gifts displayed were all kinds of things, including rare treasures, rare herbs, mutated creatures, ancient El relics, and small monsters. They were all placed on the ground. They were all enough for Horn to open a botanical museum. Or the zoo.
Horn himself was not interested in these gifts. He was only interested in things that had practical and research value, but these things were not useless, they were really useless.
Finally, his eyes fell on a gift packed in a large box in the corner. This was the last gift.
This gift looks completely different from the exquisite curios around it. The appearance of the large box is plain and even a little rough.
The garlic-nosed wizard standing aside was a little nervous, but he immediately stood up, bowed and said, "Your Highness, there is a very rare creature here. I think you will be interested!"
As he spoke, he pulled the rope, and the baffle fell down, and the secret party members around him all let out exclamations of surprise.
Even Horn, who was initially uninterested, opened his eyes in confusion and surprise: "Is this - a gryphon?"
Under the black cloth, the monster in the iron cage is the griffin from which the gryphon horn is named.
Similar to the giant spiders in the Thousand River Valley and the slimes in the Black Snake Bay, there is also a special creature in Griffin Point, a vast land at the southernmost tip of the continent, and that is the griffon.
As a gryphon-headed creature with wings, they live year-round on the canyon cliffs at the southern end of the continent and feed on large fish, cattle and sheep.
Because of its carnivorous nature and huge appetite, and often cannibalism, its numbers are sparse and its territory is large.
Griffon Point used to be full of such creatures, but with the development of the French for hundreds of years, the number of griffins has been decreasing year by year, and a large number of griffins have migrated to the island.
But their vengeful character has not disappeared because of this. Until now, the French people are often attacked by griffons in the colony of Gryphon Point [Pioneering Land] and the Fort Cod-Cape Storm route.
Horn had seen portraits and descriptions of griffins in many books, but this was the first time he saw a live griffin.
A few rays of light filtered through between the thick iron railings, hitting its golden-brown fur and dark wings. On the lion-like body, the light spots of the tree's shadow fell on the white golden eagle's head, actually reflecting the scale-like luster.
Horn was not wrong. Unexpectedly, the gift brought by this little-known secret party was actually a gryphon!
The griffin, which was three-thirds larger than the war horse, huddled up in a ball. It seemed that it had not yet adapted to the light, and it just tapped the iron cage with its eagle beak, making a dull sound.
Several military policemen around him immediately rushed to Horn.
The garlic-nosed secret party rubbed his hands: "Don't worry, these railings are made of fine iron. It is sick and won't eat, so it has no strength to hurt Mr. Horn."
Standing on tiptoes, Horn poked his eyes out from the gap between the guards' shoulders: "This is a rare thing. Where did you get it?"
"It was sold to us by the snake people tribe." Suanbi nodded with a hint of pride, "Luck favored me. It must be an old gryphon that was sick. It got lost and fell into the Green Dragon Forest Sea, but was picked up by the snake people. When I came back, these snake people didn’t know what they were selling, so I gave them some iron tools, and they sent this griffon.”
Horn couldn't help but laugh. Just now he was talking about setting aside a yard for a zoo, but now he just sent the pillars.
Looking at the mighty old griffon, Du Valon couldn't help but ask: "Can this griffon be ridden? It can fly into the sky on a ride."
"I'm afraid not." The garlic-nosed secret party shook his head, "You don't know something. Some animals in this world are untameable. They are born to yearn for freedom."
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In history, the French and the Norns successively tried to tame griffins as mounts for high-level knights.
Griffins can be tamed, but cannot be tamed, and their temperaments are too violent and extremely unstable. They may be rubbing against you one second, but the eagle's beak will lift the lid of the heavenly spirit the next second.
In the Leopard Palace of the Golden Horn Holy City, there are two griffins tamed as tribute.
But most of the time, they were locked tightly with iron chains and served as a source of admiration for the noble guests to talk about and watch.
"What a pity." Du Valon's frustration was visible to the naked eye.
Horn patted him on the shoulder: "What a pity. If you wait a few more years, I guarantee that you won't need a gryphon to fly."
After comforting Du Valon, Horn originally wanted to step forward and take a closer look at this rare thing, but he was distracted and suddenly stopped for some reason.
It wasn't until he took his steps back that he reacted belatedly.
Is it an illusion? Or did he smell the fishy smell of blood? Looking at the dying griffon, Horn's eyes somehow stayed on the griffin's chest.
"Pfft..." An inaudible voice came, and the hair on Horn's whole body stood on end.
Almost at the moment when his gaze shifted to the chest, a line of blood suddenly appeared on the griffin's chest and abdomen, and feathers and organs exploded to both sides at the same time.
Green gastric juice spilled onto the floor with a sizzling sound, and a black figure shorter than Horn passed through the narrow railing like a ghost.
The long sword reflected the sun's light spots and flashed across Horn's eyes. The intuition trained in countless wars made him immediately draw out the blood from his waist to cover the clouds.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the black shadow came from a few steps away and was very close at hand.
The sword wind swept across the collars of the two military policemen and accurately passed between their shoulders.
The moment Horn managed to lift the blood cover cloud, a huge force came from the sword.
The silver-white demon-hunting steel sword and the light red blood cloud wiped out a spark, and the sword tip made of holy silver passed in front of his eyes.
In the flash of lightning, Horn used all his strength to twist the blood cloud. Thanks to his usual swordsmanship training with Jeanne, he deflected the sword.
The tip of the sword almost scraped across his neck, but a heartbreaking pain still came from above the collarbone.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
"Assassins, there are assassins from the Holy See!"
Although this blow failed to kill, the military police on both sides were so horrified that their hair stood on end. They all rushed towards the black figure, and before the second sword could be thrust out, they directly pressed the black figure. Underneath.
Almost at the same time, the music of the dance party outside suddenly stopped, followed by a series of roars and screams.
"Ah——"
"Holy gun, holy gun!"
"A witcher has sneaked in!"
"Watch out for the fireball spell!"
(End of chapter)