Chapter 978 The crows in the world are generally black (seeking a monthly ticket)
The old mayor came to Archbishop Sandos with a thick stack of paper in his arms.
He was breathing heavily, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He didn't bother to wipe it off, and hurriedly bowed and said: "General, we are all here." []
Sandos glanced at him: This old guy actually knew how to call himself "General." This alone was enough to make the archbishop feel happy.
But then, he lowered his head and looked at the stack of newspapers that was more than three inches thick in the arms of the old mayor. Archbishop Sandos was suddenly startled and couldn't help but let out a hissing breath and thought to himself.
:This,..., this is too much~!
It seems that the enemy is not willing to spend any money to launch a public opinion offensive~!
Archbishop Sandos is not an aristocrat who has always been aloof from a young age. He only talks about stupid things like why he shouldn't eat minced meat.
On the contrary, although he comes from a noble family, Archbishop Sandos has rich experience in grassroots work.
He has a thorough knowledge of prices, living standards, average happiness index, consumption index, and other data related to people's lives.
This is a necessary job for a mid- to senior-level cleric in the Holy See~!
Because as an archbishop, when you take your younger brothers to the countryside to collect the sacred and inviolable tithe tax granted to the church by the God of Light, you must clearly know how much an egg costs, old hen
How much does one cost, how much does a pound of barley cost, how much does a pound of wheat cost, how much flour can be ground into a pound of wheat, how much can a strong laborer earn per day, and so on.
As long as you understand these things first, you can compete with ordinary people, grassroots bureaucrats, and clerks, etc., and prevent yourself from being fooled by these people.
Those dead people are not good birds, and if they collect too much, they will really dare to use bricks and bricks to make their own black bricks.
And if the collection is less, or the accounts are not paid, Archbishop Sandos himself is responsible.
He even used his own money to make up for the shortfall.
Although in the early days, he did not suffer less from this aspect and was tricked many times by the gang of dead people, but in the past ten years, he has become much smarter. Basically no one can deceive his sharp eyes anymore.
Basically, you can tell the approximate price of something just by scanning your eyes. There is no disadvantage in collecting taxes. They always hit the psychological bottom line of those people. You can charge a little more without causing any pain to them.
screamed.
So, looking at the pile of papers, the Archbishop felt his heart sinking.
He knew clearly that among all things, paper was a luxury item. Even the lowest grade straw paper was not affordable for ordinary farmers. Better quality paper would only appear in the homes of nobles.
As for the most exquisite parchment, it was only used by the Holy See when copying the "Divine Code".
Naturally, books, this kind of rare thing that carries knowledge, can only be owned by rich people. It is useless for ordinary people to have it, because most of them are illiterate.
The guy who can write his own name is one of the few intellectuals in the country.
And having a piece of paper for wiping your butt at home is even more extraordinary. You have basically entered the ranks of high-level intellectuals and are very respected.
But the quality of those papers is many times better than that of butt-wiping paper. The paper is smooth, clean and wide, and definitely expensive.
With just a glance, Archbishop Sandos had already estimated that this thick pile of paper was worth almost two or three gold coins.
When the old mayor saw the general in front of him, he noticed that he was staring at the paper in his arms with a solemn look on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a little in his heart. He knew that he might have gotten into a big trouble now~!
He bent over, carefully peering at Archbishop Sandos's face, and said uneasily: "Your Excellency, I am aware of this. These are all given to me by others, not written by me. I posted them here.
All the rest of Zhang is here.
I think this paper is good, so... I want to give it to my little grandson for calligraphy practice."
Archbishop Santos snorted coldly and said: "Others gave it to you? How dare you post what others gave you? You are very courageous. Don't you know what is written on it?"
Grandma, if someone gave you a knife, would you dare to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen?
Do you know that this is a serious crime of treason, and the nine tribes will be destroyed?"
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced maliciously at the people behind him.
All the people were suddenly in an uproar.
Due to inconvenient transportation, I have been unable to contact the outside world for many years. Therefore, I have been able to live in a small town for so many years basically because I have some relatives.
For example, Brother Xiaoxi, it is said that he is the child of his father and his niece. Brother Xiaoxi also liked his niece at first. He has a strong taste.
But for them, this is not something that violates ethical standards.
The same goes for the common people. At first, they were disgusted with this guy whose bishop didn't look like a bishop and whose general didn't look like a general. Their basic understanding was that this was another fat pig and bastard who invaded our country.
But at this time, everyone was a little scared when they heard that this fat pig bastard actually threatened to "kill the nine tribes".
Looking at the bright swords in the hands of the officers and soldiers of Laohe's troops around them, they didn't dare to say anything, but wasn't there the old mayor next to them?
They immediately complained loudly to the old mayor. They had long thought that this old guy was nothing, but they didn't expect that he was such a worthless person. Why did he take other people's newspapers when he had nothing to do? This suddenly caused trouble to the whole town.
It was not the fault that caused the disaster. Sandos couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart as he listened to everyone's accusations.
He waved his hand to signal everyone to shut up, then looked at the mayor and cursed: "You old bastard~! Originally, I was going to use the knife, but I am in a good mood today. I will give you the last time
Chance.
Say, who gave it to you? Why did you post it?"
"Say~!" The guards around the Archbishop immediately showed their gleaming swords, pointed their sharp sword points at the old man, and shouted in unison.
They used to play this kind of intimidating formation too much when they went to the countryside, and they knew how to coordinate without rehearsing.
Seeing the bright sharp blade dangling in front of his eyes, as if it would penetrate his body the next moment and give him a chill, the old mayor was so frightened that he fainted and fell to the ground.
The big-character posters also scattered all over the floor with a crash.
He knelt on the ground and shouted in horror: "Don't kill me, don't kill me. I said, I said everything..."
Looking at his pale face, Archbishop Sandos couldn't help but smile.
The scene in front of him suddenly made him feel like he had returned to his hometown, and the pressure and depression caused by the consecutive defeats were relieved a lot. Although in the past, when he bullied these rich country people, the archbishop himself never had much sense of accomplishment.
Archbishop Sandos gave him a disgusted look and said: "Pull him up."
Several wolf-like soldiers grabbed the old mayor by his clothes and lifted him up.
Archbishop Sandos clasped his hands behind his back, paced back and forth in front of the old mayor, and said, "Say it."
The old mayor looked at the long sword placed on his neck. The cold blade of the sword was close to his neck, which made all the hairs on his body stand up in fear.
The old mayor said with a tearful voice: "A few days ago, a passing trader came to our town..."
Archbishop Sandos interrupted him and said sternly: "A few days ago?"
"Son, three...no, four days~!
Four days ago, he gave me ten gold coins and asked me to post these notices. 1 I don’t dare to deceive the general. It was really given by someone else. 1 I was obsessed with it, so I put this thing
It’s posted.”
Archbishop Santos thought to himself: He will give you ten gold coins for posting a leaflet, and Hardou is very clever. Counting the paper money, labor costs, and the money given to the locals, even if the entire Almohad
If you post it all over the place, Hadou won’t be able to spend even one million, but the impact it will cause is indeed something that even ten or twenty million can’t buy.
The Holy See spends 10 to 20 million on publicity every year, but the effect is far worse than the advertising put out by the Flying Eagle Group.
Archbishop Sandos secretly admired, this guy is really a famous general~!
Glancing at the old mayor who was so frightened that he almost peed, Archbishop Sandos chuckled and said leisurely: "As the mayor, do you know that this is a very serious crime~!
When you discover enemy agents, if you do not organize arrests or report them to the government, this is already a dereliction of duty.
You actually accepted bribes from enemy agents and publicly propagated reactionary remarks against Lao He's troops, Her Majesty the Queen, and the imperial government. Do you know what this crime is?"
The old mayor heard the big hats being pulled down one after another, and his face turned pale with fright, and he opened his mouth and said "Ahhhh" and was speechless.
Archbishop Sandos smiled, looked at the mayor and said solemnly: "This is a charge of treason and rebellion. I really don't know how to punish treason?
The principal criminal will have his intestines removed and his skin removed, and his head will be displayed in the square for one day. The accomplices will be beheaded and displayed in public, and the family members of the prisoner will be punished with hard labor and exiled to the border until they die.
The old mayor fell limply to the ground and burst into tears. While crying, he said: "1 The villain was just greedy for a moment. I didn't know it was a crime. In the past, they always spoke ill of the emperor. When the villain saw that no one was taking care of him, he just became greedy for a moment."
I'm confused... Please forgive me, my lord, please spare my life..."
She burst into tears and cried so miserably that the townspeople nearby couldn't bear to watch and lowered their heads one after another, thinking that the mayor, the bald donkey grandson, would not survive this time.
If it were other people in the peacekeeping force, they might feel sorry for him, but if it were Lorraine, they wouldn't take this seriously at all.
You know, Sir Alex has often been called "Three Feet High in the Sky", "Luo Papi", a pretty boy... and so on. However, Sir Alex has a big heart and just smiles at this, knowing that those bunch of bastards are just envious, jealous and hateful.
, don’t care about it.
But it was Archbishop Sandos, who came from the Holy See, who discovered this matter. With his keen political intuition, he instantly realized the influence behind it. However, the old town mayor's tearful complaints could hardly move Archbishop Sandos.
In Archbishop Santos’ view, if he begs for mercy now, then he dares to say that he didn’t expect it when he collected the money?
Do you think you are a priest if you just want to take advantage and not suffer losses?
However, Archbishop Santos does not intend to really punish this old guy. What he is promoting is anti-Almohad Empire government. He is not a member of the Almohad Empire government, so he cannot commit the crime of being an Almohad Empire official.
People take care of this leisurely attitude.
The archbishop himself saw too many newspapers like this written on the wall, criticizing the emperor, the government, the church, an official, his lover, and his mistress.
If it weren't for the fact that this newspaper was against the peacekeeping forces and might have a very bad impact on their future actions, Archbishop Sandos wouldn't have bothered with it.
If it had been left to other times, maybe the archbishop would still be watching the fun with relish and praising the writer who wrote this piece of writing for his good writing skills. If he had written chivalry novels, he might have made money long ago.
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Seeing that he had frightened the old guy enough, Archbishop Sandos personally pulled him up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said: "We can't beat people to death with a stick. The role of the law is to avoid past mistakes and avoid future ones. Treat illnesses and save people."
Say yes?"
The old mayor nodded dully, he was already frightened.
Archbishop Santos said: "I will treat you as confused for a moment and give you a chance to redeem yourself and make meritorious deeds."
The old mayor's eyes lit up, he grabbed Archbishop Santos' hand tightly, and said eagerly: "Sir, you say, I will definitely do it."
Archbishop Santos said: "Go and bring back the traveling trader you announced. If you catch him, I will intercede with the government and let them absolve you of your sin.
If you can't be caught...you know the consequences."
The old man was like a drowning man who finally grabbed a life-saving straw and said without thinking: "Yes, sir, I will definitely catch him back." He went to the town in the west and walked west in a straight line.
, I will definitely catch him, please believe me."
Archbishop Santos said "hmm", then pointed to a personal attendant beside him and said: "Joseph, take a squadron and follow this old man to arrest people."
"Yes, sir." The officer agreed loudly.
His own life was at stake. The old mayor couldn't wait for a moment and said: "It's no longer a matter of time. The young man and the military men will set off now."
"Okay." Archbishop Sandos nodded, and then told his men: "Joseph, you'd better wear civilian clothes. It's best to capture those alive. If not, you can also die. The safety of the brothers is the first priority."
one."
"Yes." The officer nodded and said with a smile, "Don't worry, sir, we are all veterans at this kind of work."
Archbishop Sandos chuckled, and then he remembered that these Vatican Templar Knights were all masters of stealing chickens and molesting dogs.
The archbishop put away the notice on the ground, turned to Saibo and other officers and said: "Let's go to the nearest telegraph station." A large group of knights set off overnight, galloping towards the nearby city under the dim moonlight.
The telegraph network of the peacekeeping force is based on cities, important passes, strategic locations, etc. as nodes, radiating to the entire region. Basically, there are legions under the peacekeeping force. They work hard and can send the news back to the headquarters on the same day, and then the next day.
Early in the morning, the legion commander will receive the order to return from the headquarters.
Archbishop Sandos personally rushed to a nearby small town overnight with half his men. At this time, the city was closed and locked for safety. However, after revealing their identity, the defenders quickly opened the door.
The archbishop and his entourage went straight to the telegraph station located in the military camp in the city.
Even though it was late at night, the room where the wiring was installed was still brightly lit.
When Archbishop Sandos entered the room, several officers from different regiments were huddled on the benches and dozing off.
Several telegraph operators were huddled together and busy, and soon one stood up, holding a document in his hand, and loudly shouted: "Military order from the Seventeenth Army Corps.
Seventeenth Legion~!”
The officers on the bench were stunned, and then one of them rubbed his eyes and jumped up, saying: "We're here~!"
The telegraph operator handed him the document and said: "Military order."
The officers of the Seventeenth Legion quickly took it and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother."
Then he quietly handed over two gold coins. The telegraph operator and sailor held them and stuffed them skillfully into his pocket.
Although the movement is not obvious, it cannot be hidden from the eyes of Archbishop Sandos.
Archbishop Sandos pulled the officer behind him and asked in a low voice: "How do you receive a telegram and still give money?"
"Thank you for your hard work." The officer smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, you don't know that the people in this telegraph room are all uncles with very bad tempers. It was fine at the beginning, but later I didn't know that the grandson wanted to be the first to send the message.
, secretly stuffed them with money.
Slowly, everyone had to put in money, otherwise they would put our military newspaper at the end of the queue.
This is relatively light. Think about it, my lord, this military order is like a mountain. If we fail to honor it and the elders in the telegraph office make a mistake or make a mistake, and the headquarters will investigate it, it will not be our misfortune.
I’m not afraid of 10,000, I’m just afraid that if it’s not, I can only serve these big men first.”
Having said this, the officer under his command also grinned and shook his head helplessly.
"Oh" Archbishop Sandos curled his lips, shook his head, and thought to himself: It seems that the world is as dark as a crow.
The telegraph operator in the room heard the archbishop and his two men muttering in low voices. He frowned, nodded at them with his chin raised, and said impatiently: "What are you two doing? No noise is allowed in the telegraph room."
The telegraph operator turned his head and muttered: "No quality at all."
Archbishop Santos's face turned dark immediately. The archbishop was a big shot with dignity. Even when he met his superiors, he received him politely. He had never been so despised before, and he was still a nobody with no position or title.
Even if the archbishop made a mistake and was scolded by the deputy commander-in-chief of Lorraine, he was not despised like a blind person.
Archbishop Sandos glared at him and scolded: "Why are you talking to me?"
"Hi~!" The telegraph operator trembled, displaying the unique domineering attitude of those working in monopoly communications companies. He glanced at him sideways and said, "How do you speak?" (To be continued. If you like this work,
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