When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Horn stayed in Coldspring Castle for about three days before setting off again for Upper Refo County.

He wanted to first pay his respects to Danji, and then take a boat north to Gravel Plains to to express sympathy for the soldiers and Molliati.

However, when he came, Coldspring Castle was peaceful.

When he left, the atmosphere of Coldspring Castle had already become turbulent undercurrent.

Unlike the nobles who engage in petty tricks like assassinations and poisoned wine every day, Horn only had two straightforward moves.

The first move was to lure them with profit by increasing steel orders.

The second move was to start anew; if you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will.

Anyone with a brain could see Horn's intentions.

That's precisely why everyone was unable to decipher it.

If the guild blocks the outflow of craftsmen, Horn can import them from Nuoen.

Local craftsmen will feel resentment because orders are transferred to Coldspring Castle, and their income will plummet.

And all of this is because of the guild's obstruction.

If the guild doesn't obstruct, it will be even worse; then all the craftsmen will run to South Mangde County.

There is iron in the mountains, but there must be people to refine it.

If you have the craft, you also need someone to implement it.

Do they also import Nuoen people? But even if they do, who will they sell the refined iron to?

Besides Horn, who can place such a large steel order?

Rely on Molliati? Molliati is still counting on Horn to make money for her.

How many times have they raised objections before, but Molliati always told them to "consider the overall situation" and "bear with it for the sake of the country."

What's more, the main mountain knights have gone to Hotam County to enjoy themselves, leaving their poor relatives in the mountains to herd pigs.

It's the same for the dwarves.

If you don't provide technology, there are plenty of dwarves who will.

The reformist dwarves are eager to become the second "Halkin" family.

All the roads are blocked.

Through his own development, Horn can mobilize far more resources than the nobles of North Mangde County.

Even in terms of public opinion, the nobles' strength is not as good as the major newspapers' ability to set the tone.

They haven't yielded yet, but they just haven't seen the coffin yet.

The Halkin that Horn left behind before leaving is the undertaker for the nobles and guild elders.

Sitting in the carriage, Horn bid farewell to Coldspring Castle with a wry smile in Spitro Territory.

After a long land journey, Horn and his party boarded a boat on the Honey River.

Yes, it is the river that passes through the Red Mill Village, the river that once forced Horn and Jeanne to the Holy Grail Mountain.

The river, which once floated with the corpses of cattle and horses and driftwood, is now crystal clear, shimmering with a bright golden light in the sun.

Standing at the bow of the boat with a complex expression, Horn looked at the newly built red mill and the black pine forest on the opposite Holy Grail Mountain, but he didn't know what expression to make.

"Your Majesty, should we stop the boat?"

"No need."

So the bow of the boat broke through the water of the Honey River, and the old shadows were submerged in the waves.

The boat only stopped for rest when it reached the vicinity of the Gulag Monastery.

It was evening at this time, so Horn simply took Pettier all the way up the mountain.

Horn thought that after four years, many faces and memories would become blurred.

But when he really stood in front of this forest path, he suddenly realized that those scenes were actually becoming clearer with time.

After walking along the path where he had fought and killed Durdafu, not far away was the place where Molliati blew the bone whistle.

Further ahead, you can see the slope with fences and ditches, which is the Small Mud Ditch Battle of the Papal State's all-out war.

Squatting down, Horn even picked up a broken spearhead from the small mud ditch.

This spearhead was made by Jeanne herself.

Continuing forward, passing through the bushes with berries, a scorched ruin appeared in front of everyone in the sunset.

"Is this the Gulag Monastery?" Pettier turned to ask the guide beside him.

The guide nodded: "It had been destroyed once before, and later it was occupied by deserters, robbers, bandits, and the troops of Gravel Plains in turn, completely turning it into ruins."

Horn already knew that the Gulag Monastery had become ruins, but when he saw the door frame with only skirting board left, he still showed a bitter smile that was hard to explain.

"Look at this door." Horn turned to Pettier and introduced, "It was here that I launched the coup, seize Tangli's leadership over the monastery."

" Tangli..." Pettier muttered this unfamiliar name.

"Look at this." Horn pointed to the depression in front of the door, "Back then, I was fortunate enough to personally lead four thousand brave men in a bloody battle here, winning a great victory. Madland and others stood out in this battle.

Darth, Mengsai, Busak, Jieshika all became famous in this battle. If it weren't for Bunian's early death, he would probably be another fierce general."

" Bunian, I heard about him from Madland." Pettier looked at the depression in front of him, seeming to still see faint bloodstains on the rocks.

Horn sat on a large rock: "Fortunately, Danji, who controlled the main military force, did not participate in the war, otherwise the outcome would really be uncertain."

"I think Danji's non-participation should be the will of the Holy Father."

"Perhaps."

Looking at the ruins in front of him, in Horn's eyes, this place used to be rows of shacks and familiar faces.

Four years have passed, some people are still here, and some have already dissipated into dust.

"If Jeanne and Carrie were here, it would be great." Horn murmured.

Although the two always hated each other, arguing like children, they were, after all, comrades who had shared life and death.

Jeanne accepts Carrie's existence, but she does not accept Carrie's existence as Horn's lover or wife.

Jeanne has even been asking recently when Carrie will return, and asking Horn why he doesn't seem to care where Carrie has gone.

If she really knew that he and Molliati had been hiding it from her...

Horn felt a headache, which was not just a simple problem with his lower body.

Behind the wolf girl stand scholars, civil servants, and engineers, and behind Catherine stand merchants, craftsmen, and bankers.

As for Jeanne and Molliati, their fields overlap inexplicably.

Both have the support of officers and farmers from different systems, but the former is the Saintly Path faction, and the latter is the Huanno faction.

It is almost impossible for a large political group to not have various small, subdivided political groups.

No matter which saint Horn chooses, it is a political weather vane.

Many private tabloids like to pair Horn with the three saints, and even have strange pairings such as Horn and Molliati, or even Horn and Sisi.

Therefore, Horn either doesn't marry anyone, or he marries them all the same.

On this matter, Horn has probed the four people's opinions on different occasions.

Molliati and the wolf girl are quite open-minded, wishing Horn to sleep with as many women as possible and have more children.

The former is to cultivate the "Saintly Royal Family", and the latter is to cultivate "experimental living bodies".

On the contrary, Jeanne and Catherine are quite entangled, and still retain the idea of one husband and one wife for life.

Jeanne is from a village, so it's okay to be conservative, but how can Catherine, a very realistic big banker, have such an idea?

Horn couldn't help but think of Catherine's bookshelf of pure love novels.

"Difficult, difficult..." Horn stroked the scorched wall and couldn't help but sigh.

Pettier, who was accompanying him, comforted him: "Your Majesty, although the current affairs of the Holy Kingdom are intertwined, and the Leia invasion is approaching.

But you have overcome the most difficult times, and now you have so many devout monks, you can overcome any difficulty."

"Ah, ah, yes, yes, yes." Horn coughed, "It's getting late, let's go back. We have to set off early tomorrow to Radanburg."