In the end, Egir almost copied all of Venice and earned 10 million florins. As mentioned earlier, the value of Florin Gold is a little higher than that of System Gold. Therefore, Egil's actual income should be around 12 million gold coins.

Egil's monthly income was 400,000 gold coins.

The annual income is 4.8 million.

In other words, this quarrel almost caught up with the financial revenue of the Norman Empire for three years.

"Aha, ahaha, ahahaha......hahahahahahaha

Egil smirked as he lay on top of the hill-like pile of gold coins. I feel that I am not far away from buying soy milk and drinking a bowl of poured a bowl, eating fritters and wanting to dip them in brown sugar and dip them in brown sugar.

Wait a minute, though. There is a problem here - Egir has said before that the four nations of Norman, Burgundy, France, and Aquitaine have sworn that the Norman kingdom will occupy forty and a half of the spoils of this crusade, Burgundy will have thirty percent, France one and a half, and Aquitaine one percent. In other words, of the 12 million gold coins, Egil could only get 40% and a half, that is, Wu Bai picked up 10,000 gold coins. The remaining 6,600,000 gold coins will be distributed among the other nations.

This is going to kill Egil.

What can you do with the money? Throw it at those bastard feudal monarchs, you can only hide them in the treasury, or you will be profligate, and in the end you will be cheaper than the merchants of the city-states of northern Italy. But if you put money in his hands, you will make money! Whether it's building roads, opening up new fields, building buildings, or recruiting new soldiers, researching technology, or hiring officials. What doesn't need money?! Recently, he has occupied so many territories in North Germany. If you want to govern it well, don't you still need money?! To build St. Petersburg, which is named the capital of the city, and to pay for [***]!

Money, money, money!! Egil had such a large sum of money so easily. Can he bear to divide it like this? Bear it, can he bear it?!

The answer is yes.

After remembering this stubble. Egil walked out of the temporary vault in despair, feeling like a repeater who had repeated the college entrance examination for three years, and finally only missed the list again by one point, and was about to move bricks. The voice was ethereal, as if it had come from another world. But it startled Joan of Arc, who was guarding outside, ready to educate Egil about what it means to stick to poverty.

"Put, these...... Divide into tens, leaving forty percent...... The rest was given to Burgundy, half to France, and to Aquitaine. And half a ......"

When Egil said this, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and his heart was burned again: "Send Frederick of Bavaria and tell him to hurry up and lead the army south." He is indispensable!"

Joan of Arc was stunned after hearing Egil's words, but she didn't expect someone like Egil to have such a generous day. She spent a few months with Egil. How far Egil slammed the door of Nature's Way. To outsiders, the Norman kings were in one direction. Extremely extravagant. She knew it was because the money was spent on him. For others, it's a model of indeed.

Of course, Egil did this for his own reasons, hundreds of years ahead of all the kings of the continent today. It is a new theory invented by the emperors of the Renaissance era who are enlightened and talented, in short, it is four words: "I am the country". In other words, Egil alone can represent the entire Norman kingdom. So if the money is spent on him, it is spent on the Norman kingdom. Spent on the Norman kingdom, that is spent on the right path. How can it be said that it is wasteful? How can it be said that it is extremely extravagant? Really, I don't even understand this, and I am ignorant and ignorant...... After hearing this, Joan of Arc almost didn't beat Egil...... That's it, and that's why Joan of Arc was very surprised that Egil really had to fulfill his promise to send money to other countries! Even the Holy Roman Empire, which did not participate in the battle, had a share - although it was only half a percent, it was also half a hundred thousand gold coins, which was worth a month's revenue of the Norman kingdom!

Immediately afterwards, Egil's whole body seemed to be weak, and he fell forward as soon as his feet went limp. Of course, the reason why Egil dared to do this was because he had a very soft presence in front of him. Joan of Arc's chests above C+ are beckoning the footsteps of the king!

Speaking of which, with Joan of Arc's skills, she didn't wear some kind of ring like Artoria had done before, so she lost her ability to resist. Egil pounced on him weakly, and it should have been easy to dodge. And although Joan of Arc wears the clothes of a nun, she still regards herself as a warrior, a nobleman and a knight in her bones. What is the knight's greatest fear on the battlefield? Naturally, he is pounced on by more than a number of mud-legged soldiers, knocked to the ground and beaten violently, and then captured in exchange for ransom. And Joan of Arc is one of the few people at the pinnacle of force in this world. Naturally, I understand the danger of being pounced. Reflexively, she wanted to dodge to the side - but Joan of Arc immediately thought, "If I dodged to the side, wouldn't Egil fall to the ground?" Wouldn't it be too pitiful if we fell again?"

Of course, there is no one here to remind Joan of Arc that with Egil's surname, this is probably deliberate. There is no need to pity him for this kind of scumbag. If he doesn't die, it's his luck, and if he dies, he can celebrate the whole world...... So, in a very short time, Joan of Arc swiped back to the spot where Egil could be pounced.

So Egil got his wish and buried it in Joan of Arc's breasts, which was quite the right size. I groaned very comfortably.

"You...... Hurry up, it's bad to be seen. Joan of Arc also understood somewhat at this time that Egil was playing tricks on her again. The temporary vault was chosen in one of the most remote grain storage warehouses in Venice. Occasionally, however, guards come and patrol them. It would be embarrassing if someone saw it.

"What's the matter? it doesn't matter, right?" Egir naturally understood what Joan of Arc meant, but he was still slandering in his heart: who dares to chew the root of his tongue when people see what they are afraid of? I am the king, I am the king. Whoever dares to talk nonsense will cut it. And you see more than 50 knights of the guard next to you, and there are also many assassins guarding in the shadows, don't they all see it?

It's just that, although he said so, although he thought so, Egil was still reluctant to let go of Joan of Arc. Because according to his experience, if the time was three seconds later, Joan of Arc would have to take the initiative to help him let go.

With a fist.

The kind of thing that was knocked to the ground by a girl who looked weak, as long as you have experienced it three or five times, I believe that even a fool will know how to deal with it.

"Well, you're not going to take care of orphans or anything in the church today. What are you doing here to find me?" asked Egil, taking Joan of Arc's slender hand, as he walked towards the luxurious villa of a nobleman who had been temporarily requisitioned, which was also his own palace.

"Well, there's something I want to ask you. Because the gesture of holding hands as a sign of friendship is most of the time not implied by a surname, Joan of Arc has little resistance - of course, it is not permissible to draw circles in the palms of the hand or anything.

"Oh, it's rare that you have something to ask me. Egil smiled wryly, "However, it is usually difficult to do what you ask me to do." ”

"Definitely. Joan of Arc nodded: "Evil deeds are easy to do, but good deeds are difficult to do." I still understand this reasoning. Joan of Arc nodded yes.

...... Egir found himself unconsciously despised.

"What's the matter, tell me. Egil asked, holding his hand to his forehead.

"When exactly did you go south to the rescue of Rome? ”

"Oh, this thing. Egil finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were here to persuade me to kill less people." ”

"I'll talk about that later, and come with me to church in a little while to confess. Joan of Arc replied.

“...... Isn't it? Pray every morning and evening, and pray for dinner. Isn't that enough?"

"Do you want to go to hell after you die?"

"It's because I know that I will go to hell when I die, so I don't have to pray. It's useless anyway. ”

"You-" Joan of Arc shook her hand and let go of Egil, then turned and stood opposite Egil, "You've always been like this, and I am so worried...... Do you want to me off like that?!"

Seeing Joan of Arc's eyes glistening with tears and crying, Egil's heart softened, and he held Joan of Arc's hand again: "Okay, Joan of Arc, don't be so angry, okay, it's my fault, I will correct it, listen to you, and I'll go to church with you after I'm done with official business, okay?"

When Joan of Arc heard Egil say this, she immediately turned her anger into joy, blushed, and turned away from looking at Egil.

"Hurry up, it's on the street......" Joan of Arc whispered to Egil.

Indeed, although there is no complete escape from the depression. But there are already a few pedestrians on the streets of Venice. At this moment, looking at Egil and Joan of Arc, a young man dressed as a nobleman and a young girl who looked like a nun, they all felt very fresh to probe their brains.

Egil coughed, and the knight of the guard next to him immediately understood. The hand holding the hilt of the sword shook and drew half of the sword, and then glared at the Venetians who were probing their brains. In an instant, the world was silent.

"Alright, let's go. So Egil took Joan of Arc's hand again, took the boat instead, and headed for his villa......

(To be continued)