Chapter 129 The Papal State expands its territory and fights off the invaders!
“Really?” Casti stood up immediately and asked excitedly when he heard that Horn was willing to help.
"Don't be too happy yet, I have conditions." Sitting on the walnut cushioned chair, Horn raised his palms and made a stop motion.
Across the table, Casti immediately sat upright: "What conditions? You can ask for it, but I will try my best to satisfy it."
"The first condition, I want you to help me. Find some apothecaries, masons, and engineers willing to go to Black Snake Bay."
"Ah..." Upon hearing Horn's words, Casti immediately understood what Horn was planning to do. "May God bless you...
The pharmacist's words are very simple. I can help you find several good ones. and are willing to go to Black Snake Bay with you, but most of them have records of manufacturing and selling counterfeit medicines or violating guild regulations.
But I can guarantee that their craftsmanship in preparing potions is absolutely top-notch. , the fake medicine they sell is just a 'fake medicine' in the eyes of the guild, it is not really ineffective.
As for the masons, we do have several mason guilds, but most masons above the master level are probably not. If you don’t want to go with you, I can find some mason apprentices for you.
As for engineers, to be honest, I know where you are going, but there is really no need to find an engineer, right?”
When it comes to the last engineer, Casti is in trouble. Engineers are a high-paying industry. Who wants to go to Black Snake Bay where birds don't poop and watch giant snakes baring their teeth?
“I only specialize in construction machinery like pulleys and waterwheels, don’t you?”
“I’ll try my best to find it for you, but with all due respect, it’s really difficult. Hard to find..." Casti replied tactfully.
It seems that this is the only way. It is similar to what Horn thought. After all, engineers are high-tech talents.
“The second condition is the villagers I brought. I wonder if the ruins where they are located can be designated as a residence for them?”
"Yes, we can sign a land lease agreement." Casti agreed, "But after you leave, we will not guarantee food and jobs."
Horn nodded, these villagers can have magic power, It would not be a problem to set up a small workshop and secretly make some alchemy products such as mortar to support yourself.
Anyway, Horn will be able to pick them up in a year or two.
"Third, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, you still have to give them a bite to eat..."
"Sir, are you kidding me?" Casti didn't hold back, " If I can give them a bite of food, why should I come to you? The lord’s family doesn’t have any food left.”
"Look, you are anxious, listen to what I have to say." Horn rapped the table with his knuckles, "You don't need to pay for this money and food, but work-for-relief.
When I come I've seen it all. Do you need to repair the potholes on your roads due to floods?
And don't you need to dredge the rivers or build dams to prevent floods?
The refugees are just looking for a bite to eat. Just don't let them go hungry. The labor cost must be much lower than that of ordinary workers.
Sooner or later, these things will have to be done. Just after the flood, the citizens and businessmen are probably still worried. Well, the refugee salary is much cheaper than normal, and they will be willing to pay.”
"What a coincidence, I have something I need their help with!" Casti's eyes lit up as he thought of something.
"Oh? What is it?"
Casty immediately hesitated: "That's right, almost, just cleaning up the river... Sir, how are you going to subdue these refugees?"< br>
Glancing at Casti suspiciously, Horn continued: "You don't need Thomas' help, I can just take my people and do it myself."
"Don't you need it? He is very useful. ”
To be honest, the idea of a person who can come up with the idea of possessed by a matryoshka doll is indeed strange, but Horn decided not to add extraneous details.
Countless experiences have told Horn that if you leave the matter to these crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, they will only end up messing with you on the spot.
"Returning the Great Government" and "Chicken Soup" are living examples.
The shadow still lingers in Horn's mind and cannot be shaken off.
This period of time can be regarded as training for Horn. As long as he gives the refugees a bite of food, he will have the confidence to use kindness and power to prevent them from robbing.
As for the citizens of the Papal State, Horn decided that since they had been deceived, he would follow through.
Horn is going to tell them that he will go to the Holy City to ascend the throne and will take them to the "Holy City" to enjoy their blessings in two years.
After exchanging matters with Casti, Horne, Grampwin and others sent Casti to the gate of the camp.
“Actually, I don’t understand. Since the Duke left these people to Castil to arrange, how could he not consider these issues?”
Watching Castil riding a horse. Disappearing at the end of the road, Horn couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.
"Hmm." Grampwin coughed and whispered, "I went to the Castle of Joan of Arc yesterday and found out some information.
It is said that the Duke actually bought cheap smuggled goods. The grain was shipped specifically to appease the refugees.
But on the day the grain arrived, Mr. Casti drank some wine and made a scheduling error, causing the grain ship to collide and block the river, preventing the grain from being transported in. , and that’s what happens next..."
Oh, after a long time, it turned out that it was your own fault. No wonder you had to report it and just put the lid on it.
The thing he mentioned that needs help from the refugees is probably cleaning up the river.
"Then now..."
"Get ready, let's go to the refugee camp opposite in the afternoon.".........
The sun is shining brightly and the fallen leaves are flying. .
With seven or eight legion commanders, Thomas straightened his head and looked towards the end of the road.
He was actually quite uneasy in his heart. Others didn't know it, but he knew it himself. He invited the saint's grandson, unlike the saint's grandson who invited the holy father.
He is fake.
What if the holy grandson disowns him as his adopted son?
Even though Casti was sure of it, Thomas still couldn't help but think about it.
Just as Thomas was at war with himself, a figure in a black cloak appeared from the end of the path. It was a convoy of 300 soldiers.
In the center of the guard, four lycanthropic Varangian guards walked forward carrying sliding poles.
A young man wearing a white gold-sleeved holy garment and a tall crown sat on a sliding pole and moved forward indifferently.
“Are you Thomas?”
Under the gaze of many refugees, Horn’s sliding pole came to Thomas.
Thomas immediately bowed and said: "It's me, Papa."
The muscles in Horn's cheek trembled.
"You...you, lead the way."
"Papa, go this way." Thomas, half relieved, walked to the sliding pole and started to lead the way.
The black hats at the front began to drive away the crowd, pushing away the refugees sleeping on the ground, and moving away the wood or bricks lying in the middle of the road.
“Get out of the way! Get ready to meet the grandson!”
"His Majesty the Eye of God has arrived"
"Get out of the way, His Majesty the Pope has arrived, why don't you salute?"
Driving away by the shouts of the black hat army, the man who was originally blocking the road The refugees in the center moved out of the way.
They gathered on both sides of the street, asking with curiosity and fear: "Who is sitting on the sliding pole? Is it the Eye of God, the Saint Sun, or the Pope?"
From Walking all the way to the wooden platform from the door, the four Varangian guards put down their sliding poles, and Horn stepped onto the wooden platform holding his scepter.
At Thomas's notice, refugees and leaders, big and small, were gathering from all directions.
Not long after, the wooden platform in the entire small square was filled with people.
The afternoon sun shone slantly on the ground, causing the refugees who raised their heads to squint their eyes and whisper to each other.
However, many refugees had seen Horn before, and those who recognized him had begun to shout excitedly.
Seeing that the number of people was almost there, Thomas screamed twice to silence the crowd.
Thomas glanced at the expressionless Horn with some uneasiness. After receiving a nod of agreement from his adoptive father, who was ten years younger than him, he shouted loudly:
"Dear believers, have mercy on the Lord. , our waiting and praying were not in vain, finally, we invited the true form of Saint Sun Horn!”
As Thomas stepped aside, he respectfully made an awkward invitation ceremony! .
At this moment, Horn stepped forward and walked to the edge of the wooden platform. Looking down from here, he could see the heads of the surging refugees.
It felt like he was back more than a month ago, when he stood on the bell tower of the then Gulag church and looked down.
The refugees struggled to stand, their faces haggard and exhausted, and even a breeze seemed to be able to blow them down.
The women lowered their heads, but could not produce a drop of milk. When the men raised their heads, they could hear the cracking sound in their necks.
Opening his arms, Horn looked solemn:
"Believers, I am the true grandson of the Holy Father and the next pope, a humble sinner, Horn!"
In order to be heard by most people, Horn raised his voice: "Everyone, under my persuasion, our respected Duke of Kush has agreed to provide you with jobs and rations!"
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The refugees were quiet for a moment, they couldn't believe their ears.
Can the Duke of Kush provide them with jobs and food rations? No more having to eat only one meal a day?
A huge amount of discussion exploded, and Thomas shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Cheer, believers!”
“The Saint Sun is here, The rations are ready! When the holy grandson comes, our sins will be washed away!”
(End of this chapter)