Chapter 231 One Pound

Ellen also noticed that the Navarre sisters ate very little.

She didn't say anything, she just exchanged six eight-week-old chickens for a bag of wheat, first pounded out the bran with great effort, and then ground it into flour.

There was a mill on the Mitchell estate, but this little wheat was not enough to fill the gaps in the big millstone.

So Ellen used a hand mill to grind it all night, and the flour she produced was carefully sifted several times.

By the time the Navarre sisters came down the stairs the next morning, there was white bread on the Mitchell family table.

Anna was very happy and thanked Mrs. Mitchell repeatedly for her concern.

Catherine was also happy, and there was still a lot of food left on the plate.

Now even Anna couldn't help but take her sister back to the room. She suppressed her anger and asked, "What? Is it not to your liking?"

"Although it's still a bit rough." Catherine still didn't understand why her sister was so serious, with a slight smile on her face: "But it tastes much better than before. I can barely swallow it."

"Then why do you have so much left?"

Catherine replied matter-of-factly: "You can't let me eat them all, right?"

Anna sighed, held her sister's hand, and asked, "Do you think Mrs. Mitchell is good to us?"

"very good."

“Are other people nice to us?”

"It's not bad."

"Why are they nice to us?"

This question stumped Catherine.

Anna said seriously: "The people here are not good to Anna Navarre, nor are they good to Catherine Navarre. They are good to 'his' fiancée and his fiancée's sister. Here, we do not represent Navarre The Lei family, we represent...him. Our inappropriate behavior will not disgrace the Navarre family, but will only destroy the respect of others for him."

Catherine asked teasingly: "You haven't married him yet, why do you have a hostess mentality?"

"Don't laugh." Anna squeezed her sister's palm and sighed again: "People here have high respect for him. I don't know what he is doing, and I don't understand why he wants to stay here. But at least his reputation shouldn’t be damaged just because I came here.”

Catherine lay down on the bed and rolled lazily: "Okay, I will listen to you. Next time I will be like that little girl and eat cleanly, won't it be okay?"

Anna didn't have any good methods to deal with her sister. She lightly hit her sister and said, "If grandpa sees you like this, he will go crazy with anger. He hates wasting food the most."

"Humph, he doesn't like me anyway. Grandpa only prefers you, and everyone prefers you." Catherine was somewhat saddened by what she said.

"But I prefer you the most."

Catherine snorted softly, turned around, and exposed her back to her sister.

A series of hurried sounds came up the stairs.

The sound was so violent that it seemed like he was going up several stairs in one step.

Without giving the Navarre sisters any time to tidy up, Scarlett kicked open the door like a storm and rushed into the guest room.

At this moment, Scarlett Giladlovna was completely a little Dusak.

The gentleness and tranquility inherited from Ellen have completely dissipated, and the wildness, impulsiveness and hot temper inherited from Girard have been fully aroused.

Scarlett was furious, clutching Catherine's remaining white bread, holding it up in front of Catherine, yelling and asking: "You sea-blue bitch! Do you think I eat coarse bread?! Do you think my mother eats coarse bread?" Bread?!”

Anna and Catherine were startled, and the two sisters froze on the spot, unable to even speak.

Scarlett's expression was even a little ferocious, her eyes were wide open, and anger was almost gushing out from her pupils, nose and mouth.

"I also grew up eating white bread! I also had servants to serve me since I was a child! Do you think I don't understand that there should be leftover food on a lady's plate? Don't you understand that I don't understand?" The furious Scarlett was like a fierce lioness , she roared sharply: "But have you ever been hungry? It's not about dieting to put on a long skirt, but starvation when there is really nothing to eat! So hungry that I want to eat my hands! My mother and I, If you don’t work, you will starve to death! As long as you sit down, something will be put on the table. How dare you leave any leftovers? How dare you leave any!"

Catherine was completely stunned, and even Anna was at a loss.

Scarlett became more and more angry as she spoke. She tore the white bread hard, flattened and tore it into pieces. Her eyes turned red and she asked sternly: "How dare you leave any leftovers? Do you know that my mother spent a whole day just for this little flour?" You didn’t even rest at night?! I have to prepare breakfast for you again in the morning! How dare you leave any leftovers!!!”

"I will eat this kind of white bread even if it falls into the dirt!" Scarlett stuffed a mouthful of bread crumbs into her mouth and asked with tears in her eyes: "How dare you leave any leftovers?"

With nothing to say anymore, Scarlett threw the white bread in her hand onto Catherine's face and walked away crying.

It took Catherine a long time to recover from the shock. She had never seen such an intense "quarrel" before. Grievance, fear, unwillingness...all kinds of emotions rushed into her heart in an instant.

Anna suddenly felt her neck being strangled.

"Why did she bully me!" Catherine hugged her sister tightly and cried sadly. Her tears wiped off her light makeup, and there were still crumbs in her hair: "Why did they bully me!"

Anna quickly hugged her sister, patted her back and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, no one will bully you."

Catherine cried even more sadly: "You didn't help me either! You bullied me too!"

"I'll help you, I'll help you, I'm your sister."

"I want to go home!"

Ana thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, then you can follow Lieutenant Juan back to Hailan."

Catherine's tears were like floods overflowing the embankment, and she was completely uncontrollable now.

She cried like a child and rolled on the bed, refusing to let her sister come near her or say what she wanted.

"Is little Miss Navarre okay?" Ellen stood outside the door.

Ellen was picking vegetables in the garden to the west, and immediately rushed back to the mansion after receiving the news from the maid.

"Nothing." Anna answered Mrs. Mitchell with a wry smile: "Child."

"I'm sorry, Miss Navarre." Seeing this scene in the guest room, Ellen immediately understood what happened: "I was the one who taught you wrongly, and I will teach Scarlett a lesson. Please accept my apology to you and your sister on her behalf. .”

Anna waved her hands hurriedly: "No, Scarlett did the right thing. You shouldn't lecture her. Don't."

Without allowing Anna to explain, Ellen lifted her skirt, saluted, and turned to leave.

She closed the door kindly, leaving the Navarre sisters alone in the room.

…

Later that day, Scarlett reluctantly came to Catherine to apologize.

Scarlett's face was still stained with tears, and her eyes were full of stubbornness. It was obvious that she had no choice but to apologize.

Catherine also cried like a little cat, her chestnut hair messy.

She turned her head away angrily, not making eye contact with Scarlett.

"You don't need to apologize, Scarlett." Anna answered on behalf of her sister, smiling and comforting Scarlett: "Catherine just lacks a little education. I think you are right."

Catherine on the side punched her sister bitterly.

Scarlett curtsied and read without emotion: "I'm sorry, I did something wrong."

After saying that, she turned and left without looking back.

"What kind of apology is this?" Catherine was so angry that she almost fainted.

"Okay, okay, what are you dissatisfied with? I also want you to apologize to Mrs. Mitchell and Miss Mitchell."

Catherine threw herself on her sister, waving her pink fists wildly, and screamed in a tearful tone: "Go find her to be your sister! You all help her, and you all bully me!"

But before she could make any more moves, she was easily subdued by Anna.

Anna is not particularly powerful, but she is much more powerful than her sister.

Catherine couldn't explain or beat her. She felt extremely wronged and couldn't help crying: "Why are you helping outsiders? Mom! Anna is helping outsiders bully me!"

Anna spent a lot of effort to coax her sister.

"Seriously, Kate." Anna patted her sister's back gently: "You should go back to Hailan. If Lieutenant Juan leaves, you will have no chance to go back. At least you will have to stay here for a long time. "

"What will you do if I leave?" Catherine asked with sobs, "Aren't you the only one left?"

Anna smiled and said: "It's okay with me, don't worry."

Catherine retaliated by wiping her tears and snot on her sister's clothes.

Anna let out a long sigh: "Little Ms. Mitchell is right about one thing. This is not home, not Hailan. If you don't work, you will starve. When grandpa started from scratch, wasn't it also very hard? Didn't he always give us Do you want to tell the story of how he went to sea as an apprentice at the age of twelve, collecting, dyeing, and selling cloth in the streets?"

Catherine was so angry that she groaned: "Grandpa didn't tell me! He never told Olivia, he only told you! He is just partial."

"All in all, I'm going to stay here."

"What are you doing here? You have already met Mr. M. You should take him back. As long as you ask, he will definitely go back. Believe me, as long as you ask."

"He doesn't want to leave, and I don't want to shake his will." Anna shook her head and whispered quietly: "I don't know what he is doing here, nor what he has experienced in the past year or so, nor what is happening here. Why do people respect him? But I want to touch him, I want to know the real him, not the one who is addicted to memory."

"Idiots who are all about love, how are marriage and love the same thing?" Catherine couldn't help but remind her sister: "Have you ever seen anyone marry for love?"

"I won't leave anyway, but I want you to go back to Hailan. You are now sixteen and it's time to get engaged. You can't stay away from home for too long. What will happen to your reputation?"

"Don't worry, mom is here! Mom will be able to handle everything." Catherine burst into tears and smiled: "When I go home now, she is angry and will definitely teach me a lesson. Besides, which man do I want to conquer? Isn’t it easy to catch it?”

"But life here is indeed too difficult. Mrs. Mitchell has given us the best, but it is still very difficult."

Catherine was silent for a long time. After thinking about it, she made up her mind: "I still stay... I don't care about Mr. Who are you leaving? I won't leave you here, I'm not the bad guy like Mr. M."

Anna smiled helplessly.

"As for mom, isn't there still that little idiot Olivia? She won't be lonely. Olivia will be very happy to finally have mom's love all to herself." Catherine's eyes were swollen like peaches, and she looked at her sister seriously. Said: "After all, I have to take care of you!"

…

On August 11th, Wolftown Church resumed weekly services.

A few days later, a school official came.

The colonel always looked like he was awake and took a nap on the recliner in the living room most of the time. Lieutenant Juan respectfully called him "Lieutenant Colonel Van Nasu".

A few days later, Winters returned.

Pierre, who came out of town to greet him, noticed Winters' barely concealed joy: "Who did you see? So happy?"

"I'll tell you in detail later." Winters only had Anna in his mind now. After a long separation, it was another small farewell. The urge to meet again was almost unbearable: "Let's go, let's go to your house first."

"I also have something important to report to you."

"No rush, let's go to your house first."

Winters and Pierre galloped toward Mitchell Manor, and Pierre heard a jingling sound in the centurion's saddlebags.

When the two stopped at the door of the Mitchell mansion, Pierre couldn't help but ask: "What bottles and cans did you buy back from Gevaudan?"

Winters was a little embarrassed and muttered one word vaguely: "Bribery."

The two dismounted, and Winters didn't even wait to tie up the horse before striding straight into the Mitchell mansion.

There's no one in the living room.

Living room, no one.

Winters found his way upstairs, but there was still no one in the Navarre sisters' guest room.

"Where are the people?" Winters asked Pierre with wide eyes.

Pierre was also surprised: "I don't know either."

Ellen heard the noise and walked out of the study: "Mr. Montagne, Pierre, we are here."

There is a study room in the layout of Mitchell's house, but there are not many books in Mitchell's house.

Gilad was illiterate, and Ellen was doing embroidery and handling account books in the small living room, so the study was left unused.

Winters' tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and he walked towards Mrs. Mitchell with a smile: "Are you seeking refuge? It's not safe upstairs. One day, I will dig a basement for you."

It was rare for Ellen to joke. She smiled and responded: "Okay, I really want a basement as a storage room."

Now it was Winters' turn to be at a loss: "Then I will bring someone to dig it tomorrow."

"You're joking."

"Where are the ladies of Navarre?"

"In the study."

"In the study?"

"The ladies needed some space for their work, and the guest room was too small, so I brought them to the study."

"Work?" Winters was confused.

Ellen smiled but firmly answered, "Yes, work."

The study window faces south and gets good lighting.

There is a wide oak table in the room, as well as two rows of bookshelves, on which are placed the account books and documents of the Mitchell Manor over the years.

Anna was sitting at the desk, busy.

Catherine cuddled up against her sister and sharpened her quills out of boredom.

Seeing Winters enter the study, Catherine suddenly became interested.

Before anyone else could speak, Catherine frowned and said: "Mr. M, as long as I can remember, I have never seen anyone do such a poor job of accounting books as you did. Do you want the four hunting dogs outside the door to remember the accounts for you? ?”

Little Ms. Navarre has a soft voice and gentle manner, but her words are merciless.

Anna calmly hit her sister.

Pierre coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment. He had been responsible for the militia's accounts so far.

"It's not that bad, right?" Winters smiled and defended Pierre.

Catherine ignored Winters and stared at Pierre with a pair of almond eyes: "Why are you coughing? Are you responsible?"

Unable to avoid it, Pierre took a step forward and answered: "Yes."

"Then please tell me." Catherine supported her chin, changed to a more lazy posture, and asked: "The first line of the account, [disbursement of military pay, 39 ducats], [purchase of barley, 12 ducats]. Where did this money come from? Was it conjured out of thin air? And there’s not even a date.”

"It's all Captain Montagne's money."

"What about you?" Catherine looked at Winters again: "Where does your money come from?"

Where did Winters get his money?

There is only one answer: Anna gave it.

That night at the Castle of Kings, Winters cashed out a thousand gold coins from the goldsmith.

It cost him all the way from the Kings' Castle to Wolf Town, plus a hundred coins were given to the old pirate as travel expenses, and the rest was left in Winters' hands.

It is only because of this money that the militia can persist until now.

Winters' cheeks suddenly became very hot, and he looked at Anna, embarrassed to speak.

Anna also felt her lover's gaze. She suddenly wanted to understand what was going on, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

Catherine looked at her sister and then at Winters, and she also had a sudden realization.

"You..." Catherine stared at Winters with strange eyes and frowned eyebrows. Her tone was full of disbelief: "So you are a softie!"

There were a total of five people in the study, and Mrs. Mitchell also covered her lips and smiled softly. Pierre was the only one left standing confused and at a loss.

"I have something else to do, please allow me to take my leave first." Pierre quickly left this place of right and wrong.

"I won't disturb you either." Ellen also walked towards the door.

"No, Mrs. Mitchell, please stay." Catherine quickly hugged Mrs. Mitchell: "If you leave, he will definitely bully us both. How can unmarried men and women get along without the supervision of elders?"

Ellen glanced at Winters strangely, then at Anna, smiled helplessly, and sat back at the desk again.

"This money was indeed lent to me by your sister." Winters explained: "It helped me a lot, and I will pay it back."

"How much will I lend you?" Catherine blinked.

"A thousand ducats."

Upon hearing this number, Catherine walked up to her sister angrily and pinched her waist hard: "You're not even married yet! Are you starting to have lovers? You're a bad, prodigal woman!"

Ellen was also slightly shocked by this number.

"Don't make trouble!" Anna maintained a polite smile on her face and hit her sister hard on the knee.

"Without Miss Navarre's support, there wouldn't be this stall today..." Winters hesitated for a moment, and then used a concept familiar to Veneta people to describe what he was doing: "...this 'business' , so you are actually my original shareholders.”

Catherine became serious after hearing this, her emotions gradually calmed down, and she put on the mask of [Little Ms. Navarre] again.

She smiled politely and shook her head: "No, I have roughly figured out what 'business' you are doing. We don't want to get involved in this bloody business. If you become successful one day, don't forget that my sister has helped you."

"What are you talking about?" Anna was anxious and shy. She pulled her sister behind her, looked at Winters, and asked seriously: "You mean, your private property and the funds for this... business are Mixed together?"

Winters thought for a while and replied with a wry smile: "Probably so."

Catherine spoke before her sister: "How can this be done? How can public and private accounts be mixed together?"

"Want two accounts?"

"Of course!" Catherine frowned: "Do the expenses of the Navarre Manor need to be accounted for by the Navarre Trading Company? Of course there must be two accounts!"

Not only did Winters fall into silence, but even Ellen, who was listening, was thoughtful.

"One account and two accounts are not the main issue." Anna showed the account book to Winters: "Mr. Mitchell uses the single-column accounting method, where expenses and income are recorded together. It is very primitive and difficult. Reflect the specific number of assets.”

"It's a shame that you are from Veneta and don't even understand double-entry accounting." Catherine took advantage of the victory and pursued Mr. M fiercely.

In fact, Winters knew a little bit, but he didn't have the energy to take care of the accounting, so he left it all to Pierre.

Anna gently led Winters to sit at the table and continued to interrogate patiently: "I also saw some very strange projects, [distribution of a plow ox], [distribution of a plow truck], these are all white hair." Of?"

Winters explained: "It's not like I'll give them my hair in vain. They will pay me grain during the harvest."

Anna held her lover's hand and said softly: "I don't understand why you do this, but if it continues like this, it will be reflected in the accounts as a net loss. A business that keeps losing money, no matter what it is, will definitely It won’t last long.”

"Then what should I do?"

Winters Montagne was raised as a pure soldier from a young age.

If he were asked to train soldiers and fight in battle, he would never feel guilty or fearful. But he was really not good at dealing with the current situation.

And Winters couldn't think normally now, because Anna was holding his hand, and all he could think about was Anna's body temperature, and his cheeks were reddening uncontrollably.

"It can be regarded as a loan, so that your assets are still balanced." Anna has not yet noticed the change in her lover's mood. She explained carefully: "Although the net assets in the account will decrease, it is not a simple loss."

"But they don't have the money to pay back," Winters answered with difficulty.

"It doesn't matter. You can pay it back slowly. It doesn't matter if you pay it back in twenty or thirty years. It doesn't matter if the interest rate is set a little lower. For you, you have to pay it back to everyone. But there will be something on your debt and loan statement Reflected." Anna looked at her lover tenderly.

Suddenly, Anna also noticed Winters' emotional change, and she quickly let go of her hand as if she touched a soldering iron.

Winters breathed a sigh of relief and coughed slightly.

Ellen and Catherine may or may not have noticed it, but they were silent.

Anna picked up a pen and paper and began to calculate for Winters: "If the debt can be repaid steadily for twenty or thirty years. Even if the annual interest rate is only 5%, the final interest will be more than the debt itself. Then this amount Debt is profitable and can even be sold. You can even use the debt as collateral for cash if someone is willing to take it over.”

"This...isn't this a tax collector?" Winters suddenly realized.

"You can also go out without mortgage. This is just a way of using debt." Anna continued to ask in an orderly manner: "There is another very important asset, land. Land is a very critical and important asset, why do you want to How about giving out the land for free?”

Winters sighed and briefly talked about the situation of the newly cultivated land and the difficulties of the refugees fleeing the famine.

In Winters’ view, there are large areas of wasteland in the newly reclaimed land, so why is it not allowed to open up wasteland privately? In the final analysis, it is because of interests.

Because of the interests of the manor owners and the new land reclamation corps, land reclamation was restricted, land prices were pushed up, and all landless farmers were forced to become tenant farmers and hired laborers in disguise.

If private land reclamation is allowed, land prices will fall to the bottom, and major manors will no longer be able to recruit long-term workers and tenants - no farmer wants to own his own land.

This status quo may not necessarily be intentional, but it is not surprising that people with power are pursuing profits and gradually evolving into new land.

Anna, Catherine and Ellen listened attentively, especially Ellen - she was the wife of a large plantation owner.

But Ellen did not defend the manor owners, she just listened quietly.

This was the first time Winters had told anyone else what he was thinking. He hadn't even spoken to Pierre.

"Do you think the interests of farmers are more important than the interests of manor owners and legions?" Catherine hit the nail on the head, although she didn't actually understand the history of the newly cultivated land.

"I think the interests of everyone are important." Winters thought for a while and replied: "But those with power should not squeeze the flesh and bone of those without power. They are also people who are trying to live."

Anna thought for a while and concluded: "In the final analysis, it is still land. Land is always an important asset, for anyone. Then you can add all the wasteland in Wolf Town to your account. In this way, your business will be With a large amount of equity and principal. You can even take out a real estate mortgage.”

Winters thought for a moment, this was an open and honest embezzlement of the property of the New Reclamation Corps, but that was exactly what he was doing, so he nodded.

"Land should not be distributed for free. If something has no price, it will not be cherished." Anna suggested softly: "Land debt can be held for a long time and can also bring profits."

Winters was happy at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, he woke up and realized that he was really starting to think of everything as a business.

"No, this won't work." Winters felt uncomfortable, and he asked sadly: "They have just emerged from the quagmire of abject poverty, are they going to be squeezed into nothing by me again?"

Anna was also a little surprised. It is human nature to pursue interests, and she never thought there was anything wrong with pursuing interests.

But altruism is also a spirit that human beings celebrate. Even the Hailan people who advocate the pursuit of profit have the feat of "breaking a family into a city".

Anna understood Winters' thoughts a little bit. She was touched, but also felt distressed.

She came up with an alternative plan: "Then you can set the price of the land a little lower, as low as one silver coin. But don't give it away for free. At least let everyone get used to the price and the contract."

Winters was lost in thought, but still failed to nod.

Anna was close to her lover's ear, hugged her lover's shoulders, and said sadly: "My dear, no one can save everyone, but... I will stay with you."

This was the first time she used the title "honey".

Winters felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. The shock to his body and spirit was beyond description.

"What are you talking about?" Catherine protested dissatisfied: "There are other people present, and you just bite your ears. You are too ignoring Mrs. Mitchell and me!"

"Sorry." Anna apologized to Mrs. Mitchell.

Ellen smiled and shook her head.

Winters suddenly asked seriously: "Ana, are you willing to help me?"

This is also the first time he uses the title "Anna".

"What are you talking about?" Catherine jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "My sister is an unmarried lady, how can she show her face? Have you considered her?"

"I do." Anna nodded with a smile, but then shook her head: "But no, not only because it violates etiquette and customs, but it will also make your subordinates and everyone lose respect for you. We still live in this world, Still bound by it. I don’t want your reputation to be damaged because of me.”

"It doesn't matter." Winters showed a row of teeth: "I have the final say here."

"I can only keep accounts and check accounts..."

"That's better than everyone else, too."

"Are you going to let my sister take care of all the accounts for you? Do you want to exhaust her to death?" Catherine was anxious, and she came up with a compromise plan: "Anna and I can teach other people to keep accounts. If you have a general ledger, , just leave it to my sister. She doesn’t have to show up and cause criticism. Even my mother will not keep track of every account book herself. "

Winters laughed heartily and said to the ladies: "Since Miss Navarre came here, everything has gone very smoothly, like the monsoon blowing the sails of a ship."

"How can I repay you, Anna?" Winters asked.

Anna wanted to say "stay with me forever", but she never said this sentence after all.

She smiled lightly and said, "How about you make me an easel? Make it a light and strong easel that can be taken out of the studio."

When Winters walked out of the study, Pierre was not waiting at the door.

Winters searched the first and second floors of the mansion, but couldn't find Pierre.

Eventually, he found Pierre in the attic.

Little Mr. Mitchell was cuddling affectionately with another woman.

Spotting someone walking up to the attic, the woman panicked and ran down the escalator, nearly knocking Winters down.

Winters didn't see the lady's face clearly, but he saw the black veil tied in her hair.

There were only a few people in the Mitchell Manor, and it was easy to guess who they were.

Her hair tied up with black gauze means she is a widow.

There is currently only one widow in the manor - Mrs. Medellin, who was the widow of the militiaman who was killed in the wolf disaster and was forced to despair by Big Benting.

Ellen helped Mrs. Medellin pay off the taxes, hired Mrs. Medellin as a maid, and brought her and her young daughter to Mitchell Manor to take care of her.

Mrs. Medellin was four or five years older than Pierre. As for whether she was good-looking or not, Winters had not noticed.

Being interrupted by the chief, Pierre grabbed his hair in embarrassment and asked with a smile: "Are you done over there?"

"It's done." Winters looked at Pierre with a subtle expression.

When he was Pierre's age, he still lived like an ascetic.

He had to go to class, go on duty every week, and work as a sparring partner for Ike. He was often beaten black and blue, and he never won a single victory.

The only women in life were cooks and washerwomen, and their arms and legs were stronger than his.

How could little Mr. Mitchell be so... colorful.

"Let's go back to the military camp." Winters sighed: "You said there was something very important before. What was it?"

Pierre tied his buttons and answered word for word: "Blackwater Town is willing to provide food, and please be their protector."

In September, autumn grains will come down, mainly barley, oats and beans.

People with sound intelligence can already predict that when the autumn grain matures, what awaits the newly cultivated land will be a new round of ruthless "harvesting" and "forced conquest".

Through word of mouth, the people of Blackwater gradually learned about the deeds of Montagne's resident officer.

They learned that the food collection party sent to Wolf Town was ambushed;

I learned that the Montagne garrison had killed all the bandits near Wolf Town;

I also knew about the tragedy and trial in the Valley of Senges - the corpse of the bandit leader still hangs at the entrance of the Valley of Senges, frightening any thugs with evil intentions.

So the people of Blackwater Town came up with a bold idea: ask the resident officer of Wolf Town to be the protector of Blackwater Town.

Not only to protect them from bandits and robbers, but also from the food collection team.

Of course, this is a secret agreement, and Blackwater Town is still loyal to Gervaudan on the surface.

But if the food collection team was robbed, no one can blame Blackwater Town.

"That's it." Pierre hesitated: "Although we are short of food, being their protector... is almost equivalent to being a direct enemy of Gévaudin."

"Okay!" Winters laughed heartily: "Just what I wanted!"

[I, a Veneta businessman, point out the skill of "double-entry accounting", which is obviously very reasonable]

[Today is also a big chapter, 8589 words, which is equal to more updates]

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