Chapter 31 Negotiation


Chapter 31 Discussion

The rain fell along the eaves of the church, making the windows crackle.

The pale sky outside the window was actually a bit colder than usual, causing everyone present to put on an extra coat.

Getting up from the chair, Townley stepped forward to close the window. He sat back on the chair and looked to both sides.

Now, a group of refugees are sitting in Duldav's favorite "copying room". The table called the copying table is actually a dining table, filled with exquisite food.

White bread, fish soup, cheese baked chicken, roast suckling pig, cream of mushroom soup.

One dish after another shines under the light of silver candlesticks.

These refugees were all the initiators of the previous riot and core members of Townley's men.

They were wearing exquisite dresses that they had found in the monastery, but they were hunched over with weird postures and forced to wear them in a wrinkled way, just like slaves who had stolen their master's clothes.

The gravy was spilled all over the body, but they didn’t know how to use knives and forks, they just used their hands to scoop up the food.

When you are fully satisfied with your meal, you simply roll up your sleeves and open your front, letting the greasy sauce get all over your sleeves and even your armpits and crotch.

The restaurant was full of their voices clamoring for drinking. They were even shouting for a few wandering orioles to come in and accompany the drinks. They even made water and wine stain on the walls, carpets, and even the portrait of Myrcella. It's everywhere.

This is naturally Tangli and his group enjoying the fruits of victory.

As for the other refugees who started the riot, Townley showed great kindness and opened the granary and gave them all enough moldy old black bread to last for two days.

Compared to the fact that he didn’t have enough to eat before, it was already a huge kindness. In the end, he didn’t even kneel down to say thank you, which really made him feel aggrieved.

According to Townley, only those who contributed to the attack on the monastery should have been given, and the remaining people would have starved to death.

Had it not been for Madeleine and that bullshit knight captain Danji’s request, they would not have distributed these precious grains to the refugees.

Tangley was a rogue smuggler before, smuggling food and slaves to Black Snake Bay, and then he got connected with the secret party.

These grains, whether smuggled or sold directly, will be worth a lot of money after the flood is over.

As a result, the white grains of food were distributed to the poor, which was a sin.

Sitting in the first place, Townley asked Chilvis on the side: "Well, how is His Royal Highness the Chosen One?"

Chilvis responded: "I have seen it, it is witch disease. , it’s an old problem of our secret party.”

The so-called witch’s disease or witch’s curse is when someone stays around a witch for a long time and comes into contact with a large amount of her blood, sweat or dander. The infection can cause high fever and rash.

Many members of the secret party did not pay attention when coming into contact with the witch, and they contracted this disease.

After being infected with witch disease, most people will die, and only a small number of people will survive. They usually become witch relatives.

The vast majority of wizards have the blood of witches, and most of their ability to use magic depends on their blood.

Townley turned to look at Grampwin on the side: "That witch Carrie and that er, Jeanne, have they been arranged?"

"Hiss." Qilvi Si took over the topic, "Then Mr. Carrie seems to have been driven crazy by the holy water, and now she can't even speak."

"Oh oh oh." Townley breathed a sigh of relief, "It's so pitiful. "Where is the other Lord Jeanne?"

Grandpwen nodded: "They are all arranged in the best room, but Jeanne moved His Highness the Chosen One into her room. They both slept together for two days.”

"Sunday goat, I asked how you can get witch disease, it turns out that you are a witch."

"This saint, sunday saint, is in more disaster."

"He is full of smooth words, Do you want to be a priest?"

"What is a saint?" Tangli had a question mark on his face as he listened to the discussion among his subordinates.

Grampwen quickly recounted Horn’s deeds from Jeshka, René, and Duvallon, and by the way, he also took out the certificate found in Horn’s pocket.

There are six in total, but five of them were soaked and worn out in this wonderful "king versus king" duel, and only one of the certificates from the Ruo'an Party can still be read.

After listening to Grampwen’s narration, Tangli couldn’t help but click his tongue. It has to be Ruo An, who dares to do such a cruel thing as beheading.

Looking at yourself again, the most you can do is bite the torch, there is no comparison at all.

No wonder others can be high-ranking members of the secret party, while I am just a minion.

"Let's not mention this matter for now. Let's talk about what to do next, right?" Grampwin said anxiously.

Tang Li gets a headache when he talks about this.

According to the original plan, at this time, they had already promoted Madeleine to become the bishop or pope of Qianhe Valley.

But with the high-end version of Horn and the resurrection legend spreading everywhere in the past two days, how can people recognize Madeleine as the Pope of Thousand Valleys?

But in this case, Horn will have to take the blame.

This group of high-level secret party members always let others take the scapegoat for them. How could they ever take the scapegoat themselves?

When the time comes to investigate, these people will not be able to afford it.

Besides, this man has to make arrangements.

Although Townley often regards himself as a member of the secret party, he is mostly on the periphery. He has never seen a high-level secret party protected by witches.

Although this man has only a few days to live, if he is well served and leaves a nice letter before his death, there will be great benefits.

Tang Li wants to make progress so much that he is planning to retire and live in Black Snake Bay.

Black Snake Bay is a humid and rainy place with many venomous snakes and beasts, but it is not afraid of being annexed by lords and churches.

Can monster poison be more poisonous than the lord?

In this regard, the secret party has a much better reputation than the church.

After Grampwin said this, the entire copy room hall became quiet, with only the sound of awkward breathing.

Tang Li didn't speak, and the rest of the people didn't speak either. Everyone knew what they were thinking. No one wanted to be the one who stood out. Otherwise, what would happen if they were resented?

Seeing that no one was speaking, after thinking for a long time, Grampwin slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Nowadays, the old method probably won't work anymore. Otherwise, we might as well just elect Mr. Horn to be the pope."

In Grampwin's view, anyway, This kid has witch disease and won't live for a few days.

"Okay!" Tangli's eyes lit up, and the man who lacked the top bag was here, "In that case, then it is entirely up to you to handle this matter!"

"I, I didn't mean that." Grampwin was dumbfounded, looking at him as if he was meeting Townley for the first time.

“Little Grampus.” Tangli said earnestly, “It was you who came up with this idea. You should be the person who is most familiar with this idea, so it is most appropriate to leave it to you. "

Granpuwen exclaimed: "But how can I do everything by myself? "

"We are not asking you to do anything about your matter, no. Tell me, there is nothing that will happen to you, right? It’s up to you. How do you know you can’t do it if you don’t do it?”

“Yes, yes, what about us? I’m just going to give you some advice, at most I’ll give you some advice.”

Looking at these old foxes with upturned corners of their mouths, Grampwin had no idea what to do. His wife's illness was all supported by those magics. Otherwise, why would he be willing to join the Secret Party?

"Okay." With the throbbing veins, Grampwin responded, "Then I would like you to give me some advice? Let's make an assumption. If someone wants to let His Highness Horn How can we get him to agree to being the Pope?

We can’t force him. There is a witch with ridiculous fighting ability guarding him.”

Originally, their intention was to use ancient magic. The electoral law and Madeleine's own hesitant character first presented him with the kindness of relatives and friends, making it difficult for him to refuse.

As soon as he refuses, he will break his face, and then he can just use strong methods.

But after the target was changed to Horn, they were surprised to find that none of the above methods seemed to work. So what should they do?

At this moment, Chilvis, who had been silent before, had his eyes open. He coughed lightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"I have an idea about this, okay. , No, no, no, if someone has such a plan, you know that His Royal Highness the Holy Son is from a place called Moulin Rouge..."

(End of this chapter)



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