Chapter 324 Without you, 250 is not enough for 500
When the afternoon sun shone on his back, Grosien finally set foot on the land of Fort Joan of Arc.
Stepping through the morning market composed of vegetable vendors and stepping on the bumpy dirt road, he felt inexplicably emotional.
When he read the declaration of war, Grosien shouted excitedly, "The end of Knight Ibe has come."
But there were only a few responses, unlike on Qiumu Island. The villagers still have no idea of the other people of the Papal State as a collective.
Despite Horn's popularity in Piety, almost everyone knows his name.
Are the villagers grateful to Horn? gratitude.
Are the villagers willing to fight for their so-called beliefs? Not willing.
Just because I am grateful does not mean I am willing.
After all, the Joan of Arc regime has only been established for less than half a year, and neither credibility nor collective consciousness has been formed.
The faith of the Holy Fathers had not yet spread, and the residual poison from the knights and the church still existed in their minds.
In other words, they were not fighting for the Papal States for their compatriots, they were just fighting for their "new lord" Pope Horn.
This is completely different from the old Black Hat Guards.
The eight young men looked timidly at the clean street in front of them and the clock tower erected not far away.
They may have never left the village in their lives, but now they are going to the front line with the legion.
"The engineer registration point is ahead." Grosien turned around and looked at these young men, "If you regret it, you can still leave."
Although their eyes were full of fear for the future, they still shook their heads firmly .
"We are monks now, and monks can't run away from the battlefield."
The villagers are just stupid because of their lack of knowledge. They are actually knowledgeable about some important things around them.
Many knights did not understand that he could own the manor not because he was born noble, but because he proved that he could keep the manor.
But the villagers have always understood that if the Yorkshire terrier cannot catch mice, they will be killed for meat.
Isn’t the reason why armed farmers enjoy many privileges just because they can fight?
If Horn did not recruit them to join the army, they would instead wonder whether the Pope would take back the newly divided fields to the war monks who participated in the war before harvesting?
When the traveling monks brought the news and Horn really summoned them, even though they were just going to dig soil and transport food, they were relieved.
Leading the young people to the assembly point, Grosien greeted Archbishop Madeleine and walked towards the Holy See Bank.
This time, in addition to sending these young farmers to transport grain, his most important purpose was to withdraw money.
After the abolition of the public book system, Grosien and his cousin Palak built a two-acre small fish pond together.
In these two acres of fish ponds, he raised 800 mirror carps, and 600 of them survived. They were bought by the Guards Corps and used as meat for new recruits, and they were sold for 620 dinars.
After deducting the cost of digging ponds and labor, the two of them can earn 262 dinars equally.
That’s equivalent to two gold pounds. It takes an average farmer one year to earn almost this amount.
They earned it in just three months.
Standing in front of the Holy See Bank with the legion clerk, Grosien's calves were trembling.
This bank is made entirely of pure white marble, with seven saints carved on its seven Ernian-style columns.
The saints had serious faces and looked at everyone present like a supervisor.
The predecessor of the Holy See Bank was actually the Pope’s agent in various places, responsible for helping him manage his properties and make financial investments.
After these agents joined forces with local wealthy monasteries, they formed a bank with functions of exchange, pawnbroking and lending.
The Holy See Bank was originally only open to citizens and nobles. People like Grosien were driven away by hired gangsters before they even got close.
"Don't be afraid." Seemingly sensing Grosien's fear, the legion clerk grabbed his arm and said, "This is an era where everyone is equal. What are you afraid of? You are also a fellow monk."
< br>Grossien swallowed and was forcefully dragged inside by him.
His fear actually does not come from fear of the Holy See Bank, but from this transaction.
Those 800 mirror carp are not fry at all, but two-year-old adults!
They are not bought fry at all, but come from a fish pond in a certain monastery.
The Papal State had no manpower to look after the fish pond, and the monks in charge had all gone to Holy Trinity Education for reform, so it had been left in vain.
Palak thought it was a waste, so he smuggled 800 mirror carps under the cover of night, pretending that he bought them himself.
Leave it to Grosien, who has experience in fish farming, to raise it for a while, fatten it up, and then sell it to the Salvation Army.
It was this behavior that felt a bit like trying to steal the royal palace. This was the reason why Grosien was uneasy.
The boys are going to the battlefield, and I am still doing this kind of thing here.
"Grosien?" Taking a few steps forward with his head buried, Grosien suddenly heard a familiar name.
He raised his head and saw Squire looking at him with wide eyes.
"Squire? Why are you here?"
"I'm literate and I work as a scribe here."
Squire's hunched back straightened up. He pretended to be solemn and said casually with three parts pride, three parts reserve and four parts: "Eat The Pope's food is considered half a citizen." "Ah." Grosien praised out of politeness, "That was really great. When the military police went to your house..."
"Shh-" Squire snapped, and very quickly, he jumped out from behind the table.
He stepped forward in two steps, covered Grosien's mouth, dragged him to the corner, and said with a smile:
"What are you here for? Loan or pawn? We no longer accept pawns at the moment.
Can you write? If you can write, go directly to the counter. If you can't write, I'll help you. Let's do it."
Grossian turned his head and glanced at the legion document. He spread his hands and said, "Let the scribe do it for you. I don't know how to do it."
This. A military clerk was just a small accountant in a store for a few months, so it was naturally impossible for him to know much about the bank's affairs.
“Oh.” Grosien turned around and “take the payment from the account of the Second Guards Corps.”
"Payment? You have done business with the Legion." Sitting down again, Squier crossed his legs and said, "Show me."
Taking out the vouchers from both of them, Squire's eyes were on The contract turned rapidly, and then his neck froze.
A bright red number is printed on the contract.
"524 dinars, how is this possible..." After rubbing his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly, Squier almost cursed.
His monthly salary is only 20 dinars. He has only been away from this kid for three months. Where did he get 524 dinars?
There is no need to feel this, it must be greedy!
It would be nice to be the head of a hundred households. If only I could...
Grinding his teeth and showing a flattering smile, Squier respectfully sent the contract back: "I will help you now. You write the application certificate..."
"Come here, let me buy a jihad bond, the one for 5 dinars," the legion clerk said to Squire.
After duly collecting the money and registering, Squire handed the certificate to the legion clerk: "You have priority based on your military status. Just go to the counter directly."
Looking at the brisk footsteps of the legion clerk, Grosien asked: "What is this jihad bond?"
Squier said in annoyance: "It is equivalent to lending money to the Salvation Army to fight the war. This is an IOU. It’s no different from a donation.
If it weren’t for the Pope’s sake, no one would buy a worthless thing...”
Squire’s eyes lit up as if he thought of something. : "What? You want to buy some?"
"Yes." Thinking of his own behavior of stealing fish, Grosien nodded in order to alleviate his guilt.
"How much to buy? I wrote it for you together."
"Well, 24 dinars, take 500 dinars and make up the whole."
Grossian decided to go with his cousin Let me tell you, if my cousin agrees, I will buy half of the jihad bond for each person. If he doesn't agree, I will buy it all.
Squier said nothing, as if he was afraid that Grosien would expose his scandal, and quickly completed the application, without even doing the usual things like getting cards.
“Sign here or press fingerprints, whichever finger you pressed on the contract, press that finger. Press this, this, and this.
You have to fill in the numbers yourself here. You always write the numbers, right? Fill in 24 for this, 500 for this, and then here and here..."
Grossian didn't expect it to be so difficult to get money from the bank, and he was given dizzy instructions for a long time before he could finish it.
At this time, the legion clerk was yawning.
He handed the application form to the accountant behind the iron counter. The accountant glanced at the two forms and then glanced at Grosien: " Are you sure you want to buy so many jihadi bonds? ”
“OK. "Grossian doesn't want to be in trouble like before.
The accountant's eyes immediately became awe-inspiring.
He snapped his fingers, pulled out a total of 40 Jihad Bonds, counted out 24 silver coins, and handed them to Grosien.
Looking at the thick stack of jihad bonds and rare silver coins in his hand, Grosien looked up at the accounting room, then looked down at the silver coins, feeling that his brain was shutting down.
"Here, why are there only more than 20 dinars, where is the rest of the money?" Grosien asked dryly.
“Where is it?” The accountant pointed to the bond in Grosien’s hand, “Didn’t you write 500 dinars to buy the bond and take out 24 dinars?”
The legion clerk was also stunned. He stepped forward and read the list carefully twice: "You, why did you fill in the list backwards!"
"I, I didn't..."
At this time, Squier came up with a tut-tutting sound: "Oh, I gave you all the instructions, but you still filled it in wrong, you, oh..."
"You, yes No...what should I do? "
Although he suspected that Squire was responsible, there was no surveillance in the hall, so Grosien couldn't prove it at all.
He was so anxious that he almost cried. 500 dinars, what a huge amount of money, it was all wasted paper.
"What's the rush? It's not like the money is gone." The accountant looked at him strangely, "The bond in your hand is worth 2,000 dinars."
With a heart in mind With the last glimmer of hope, Grosien said tremblingly: "Then, can I refund it? Can I refund half of it?"
The accountant said in embarrassment: "You have signed and registered. Unless the Holy Treasurer comes, otherwise It can’t be retreated.”
“Hiccup——”
A strange wail rolled out of his throat, Grosien's eyes went dark, he closed his eyes tightly, and fell straight back.
(End of this chapter)