Don't think that having a white skin makes you feel noble. You don't seem to have figured out what's going on. This is my territory, and I have the final say. You...... Including all slaves, if you want to be treated better, you have to learn our language. ”

These words were spoken in a barbarian language, and Frank could not understand a word. He only saw the burly giant pull out his pistol from his back waist, condescendingly, the thick muzzle of the black hole pointed at his eyebrows.

The meaning of this action is so obvious that it needs no explanation, let alone translation. Intense fear prompts Frank to turn and run away, but Kenzhong pulls the trigger at this time. The lethal warhead shattered his head, burrowed deep into his body with irresistible force, and exploded at the shoulder, splattering with blood.

Jianzhong pulled out a bullet and pressed it into the chamber of the gun, his black eyes without any emotion, and gave cold and cruel orders to the guards.

"Quota of 100 people, kill!"

It takes people to develop the island, but it is essential to kill people. A hundred heads are enough to frighten the living slaves and make them understand what attitude they should take to face life.

Looking at Frank, whose upper body was almost completely exploded, Jianzhong sneered and spat on thick phlegm.

"Isn't it easy to eat meat? Eat your own kind, as much as you want. ”

……

South of the Continent, Dorset, Elpsore Manor.

The restaurant is richly furnished, with long tables filled with a wide variety of food. Elizabeth sat on the throne, smiling, raising her glass and signaling to Bishop Jeselit, who was sitting opposite.

This is a cardinal of honorable status. In accordance with the practice of the Holy See, every three years, the bishops of their diocese make a round. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Elizabeth invited the bishop to the manor for a banquet through the relationship of the county guard.

The bishop was old, his gray hair neatly combed, sparsely scattered from under the dark flat floppy hat. The wide robe covered the oily belly, and the whole person looked burly, but the inside was fat and round, and below was a pair of short and thick legs and feet.

From the moment he walked into the estate, Jesserit was fascinated by the opulence. Whether it is the decoration style or the building itself, it exudes a strong sense of money. The dining room, in particular, from the tableware to the dishes that had already been served, gave him a new understanding of the passionate countess.

The delicate sato baskets are filled with white, brown, oven, couscous, cold and hot breads. This detailed classification of foods comes from the upper class, and each bread tastes different. Although white bread is the mainstream of aristocratic circles, there are always some who like to take a different approach, believing that black bread tastes better, that the hard crust of oven bread is especially crispy, that couscous bread is suitable for fish, that cold bread must be coated with thick rustic butter, and that hot bread must be sandwiched with the freshest ham.

All the cutlery is of silver with the name of the craftsman and an inscription engraved on it. The beautiful patterns, the delicate craftsmanship, combined with the material itself, turn the tableware into a work of art. The value is far greater than the silver itself, and it is given a special meaning.

There are more than 30 kinds of fruits alone. Bishop Jeselit was amazed to see peaches from the remote regions of the south, dates from the land of God, and honey-glazed grapes peculiar to the kingdom of Plantagenet. The fruits were fresh, and although they were difficult to transport over long distances, merchants invented many methods of preservation for storage. The key is in the grapes, which, according to Elizabeth, were just plucked from the branches last night...... Considering the distance between the kingdom of Plantagenet and the kingdom of Saxon, it is not difficult to imagine the price of this plate of grapes.

The lady-in-waiting's attire aroused the bishop's interest, and the six ladies were of equal stature, and they wore long expensive silk dresses with beautiful embroidery on the surface, and the sides of the skirts were inlaid with transparent lace. This kind of long dress was expensive in terms of workmanship and materials, and it was difficult to equip even the king's close attendants.

The maid smiled, scooped a bowl of soup from the delicate white porcelain basin, and placed it respectfully and carefully in front of the bishop. The soup was so fragrant that Bishop Jeselit picked up a spoon and drank some of it, and he could taste the cheese in the soup, and the main ingredients were fresh pork bone marrow and lobster, and the cooking method was very special and unique.

Despite his extensive knowledge, Bishop Jeselit did not know what the peach-colored triangular particles that floated in the soup were. He asked the hospitable hostess questions and received unexpected answers.

"That's the lark's tongue." Elizabeth smiled and said half-jokingly, "Five hundred larks are used in this soup, and the hunters have been catching them in the forest since last week. This morning the cook smothered them with wine, and when they took their tongues out of the pot, the poor birds were asleep. ”

The larks of this era are different from the era of civilization and are divided into two types: carnivorous and ornamental. The former refers specifically to a bird with a white body that resembles a partridge. It's small, but it's delicious. Strictly speaking, the quantity is not small, but it is very vigilant, difficult to catch, and can be sold for a high price in the market.

Out of curiosity and surprise, Bishop Jesserit tasted the soup in the bowl again. This time, he felt that the taste was more delicious than before, and he had an extremely emotional, indescribable special feeling.

"This thing must be expensive, right?" He asked nonchalantly.

"It should be!" Elizabeth pretended not to understand the meaning: "It was my butler who was very complicated, and it seemed to cost less than a hundred gold pounds." ”

The corners of Bishop Jesserit's eyes twitched visibly.

That's a lot of money. At present prices in the Saxon kingdom, one gold pound is enough for a family of five to live on a moderate standard for a month, and this is still on the premise that daily food includes cheese and bacon.

"Thank you for your hospitality, it's so generous." When he said this, Bishop Jeselit's words were mixed with obvious sourness.

He suddenly lost interest in the variety of delicacies on the table.

As the head of the diocese, Jesserit wielded a great deal of power. The amount of tithes levied annually from the diocese was enormous, and as the administrator and the person in charge, Jeselit of course had to keep some for his own personal use. But compared with the shocking luxury in front of him, he suddenly felt that the money he had in his pocket was pitiful. It's like a worm sitting on a money bag full of gold coins, not realizing that there is a mountain of gold standing next to it.

Elizabeth smiled and gestured to the maid, who nodded knowingly, turned to leave the dining room, and closed the door.

Bishop Jeselit looked indifferent and watched all this silently.

He knew Elizabeth had something to say to himself. Otherwise, the countess, who was known for her wealth, would never have invited herself to a banquet in vain, let alone set up a lavish banquet worth at least two thousand gold pounds.

She opened the drawer under the dining table, took out a richly bound document decorated with a blue ribbon in the upper left corner, and respectfully handed it to the bishop.

"Your Excellency, this is a gift I dedicate to the Holy Lord." Elizabeth has a good smile and is full of charm.

Jesserit raised his hand to pick up the document, casually glanced at the first few words, and an extremely complex and shocking emotion instantly controlled him. The pupils suddenly constricted, and the blood in the body first coagulated, and then suddenly accelerated in just a few seconds, stimulating the heat all over the body.

He pointed to the document and stammered, "Is this...... This is...... What do you mean? ”

Elizabeth smiled like a fox, and her coquettish voice seemed to scratch at the archbishop's questioning depths: "This is a transfer contract. I voluntarily gave 40 percent of my name to the great Lord of the Forgotten Worries business that I ran in the Saxon Kingdom. ”

Only the most devout believers would do this.

They were full of fanatical faith in the Holy Lord, and were willing to sacrifice a great deal of wealth, even their entire wealth. Some fanatics are willing to give even their wives and children just to seek the blessing of the Lord.

To the outsider, this frenzy is simply incomprehensible. But in the final analysis, it is actually the result of years of deep brainwashing of the middle and lower classes by the Holy See.

"Veneration" is a common thing, and almost all of them happen to low-level civilians. Regardless of the kingdom, they are at the bottom of the social pyramid. Perennial hunger, destitute, and hopeless...... The common people can only pin their future on the Holy Lord, hoping for forgiveness and understanding in a venerated way, and for happiness in the afterlife.

Occasionally, nobles and kings would venerate. Their worship is purely motivated by profit. The king needs the support of the Holy See to purchase a technology in the Holy See's possession in a respectful manner. The aristocracy needed clergy to paralyze the minds of the people of the realm, to preach the doctrine of the Holy Bishops, and to impose heavy taxes in the dual rule of theocracy and secular power. Of course, a part of this tax must go to the Holy See, and it must not be called "veneration" in the name of dirty "taxes".

Jeselit sat in the position of cardinal and regional bishop for twenty-two years. He has seen too many joys and sorrows in the world, and knows that behind smiling faces often hides sin and killing. He has received numerous devotions and listened to the requests of his devotees. But no matter how much worship there is, it is far less valuable than the document in front of you.

Forget worry powder is a new thing that has not been popular for a long time. At first, it was prevalent in aristocratic circles, and later gradually became commoner. Jesserit was old and stubborn, and it was difficult and not easy to try new things. He had seen many aristocrats carry the powder in their snuffboxes, and take out two puffs when they had nothing to do. They become very excited, energetic in everything they do. This trend soon spread to the clergy, and it also brought more people involved.

Forget worry powder sells very expensive. That's the measurement in grams. Bishop Jeselit didn't care about it at first, but as more and more people around him smoked it, he became interested in it himself.

He had calculated that the main income of Countess Elpso's business house should be the Forget Worries. It's a good business to make money, and it's really going to be a lot of money.

Look at her mansion and look at this table full of luxurious cuisine, and you will know that she is indeed a master who is not short of money.

What is the concept of 40% Forget Worry Powder Business?

This means a profit of at least millions of gold pounds per year.

The Holy Lord is above, and the largest amount of worship Bishop Jeserit has ever received in his life is only 20,000 gold pounds. That was the result of a marquis who wanted to get away with his guilt and gave most of his family property to the Holy See for free.

He clutched his heart in his left hand, beating so fast that Jeselit was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the intense stimulation and would faint on the spot. That's a million pounds...... To put it mildly: with this number, I can buy off the Holy Lord, and even the more noble King of the Gods.

The document feels very good in the hand, the paper is high-grade loose-leaf paper, the printing font is beautiful, the title page has the coat of arms of the Alpsor family, and the notary on the last page is the Ministry of Commerce of the Saxon Kingdom. Because of the huge amount of shares involved in the transfer, in addition to the specific handler and the county keeper, the signature of the Chancellor of the Exchequer was added.

As long as you sign in the blank space, you are a proper rich man.

Bishop Jeselit felt that none of this was real, that he had given too much for money. I think that at the beginning, I climbed up step by step from a small junior priest, went through a lot of hardships, killed countless competitors, and finally put on this luxurious red robe, and at the same time saw the flattery of countless people while having power, I never thought that one of the seemingly pious guys would take the initiative to give a large sum of money, and the amount was unbelievably huge.

Thin fingers flicked lightly on the cover of the document, and Bishop Jesserit struggled to control his emotions, but he could hear a tremor in his voice: "Madam, I see your devotion to the Holy Lord, and your loyalty to the Holy See. I would like to confirm that this equity transfer document ...... Is it really of your will? ”

Elizabeth put down the cutlery in her hand, picked up the silk handkerchief on the table and wiped the corners of her mouth, her smile looked like an angel, revealing infinite purity and sincerity: "My father was a devout believer, and he told me that no matter what difficulties I encountered, the only one who could trust was the Holy Lord. I have experienced betrayal, ridicule, rejection, and even vendetta. In order to get the knighthood, I was a thorn in the side of the other family members. When I was at my most helpless, I prayed to the Holy Lord, all day and all night. When I was at my most desperate, I never dreamed that there would be a ray of light at the end of the abyss. ”

Bishop Jeselit bowed slightly. He had a good personal relationship with Dorsetshire, and knew the origin of the countess, as well as the disputes within the family.

"I got the inheritance. As I drove all the pretenders of titles and possessions out of the estate and enjoyed everything, it dawned on me that none of this was the result of my own efforts. It was the Lord who blessed me, and He sent angels to give me everything when I needed it most. ”

Elizabeth had tears in her eyes, and her beautiful voice became hoarse from sobbing: "I must repay it by offering the most pious gift to the Holy Lord and the Holy See." ”