When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#490 - Everyone in the Salvation Army knows about it, only Pasrick thinks we don't know

As the bells tolled, the previously torrential rain grew even heavier.

Rain lashed against the wooden cog panels of the Holy Advent Hall, clattering crisply against the stained glass.

From the doorways of Fort Joan's Holy Advent Hall, large groups of high-ranking black-robed monks poured out.

Looking up at the rain cascading from the eaves, they didn't leave but instead huddled under the eaves, forming a dense black line.

These high-ranking monks wore hoods and cloaks, revealing leather boots, and carried red lacquered leather briefcases containing the "Plan" and other documents.

These brown-red lacquered leather briefcases and standardized filing cabinets were uniformly distributed to these high-ranking monks by Hohen, who demanded that the documents not be left lying around after reading.

This was because during his last visit to Madland's house, he discovered that he had placed confidential documents in the toilet of his villa.

And Jeschka, who lived next door, had put confidential documents in the doghouse in his yard.

Hohen, unable to bear it any longer, issued this directive.

The high-ranking monks, standing in a row under the eaves, were troubled by the increasingly heavy rain, but Joan quickly emerged from the inner room and announced, "Please wait a moment, His Eminence has already asked someone to notify the carriage house, and carriages will be sent to take everyone back later."

"His Eminence is wise!" The monks, who had been hesitating whether to rush into the rain, cheered in unison.

After cheering, this group of people with nothing to do gathered together and began to chat.

But among these chatting people, Harken gritted his teeth, raised his red lacquered leather briefcase over his head, and prepared to rush into the rain.

"Hey, hey, hey," Grampun grabbed Harken by the scruff of his neck and dragged him back, "What's your hurry? Didn't His Eminence say he'd send someone to pick us up? Be careful of catching a cold."

"Of course you're not in a hurry, you live in a luxurious villa area and will have a carriage with a fixed route to pick you up later," Harken tugged at the collar of his cloak, losing the courage to rush into the rain, "If I go back late, those beasts in the army won't leave me a single piece of meat."

According to the distribution principles currently established by Hohen, each cardinal is equipped with a set of townhouses.

This difference in treatment has long been evident, but the "Plan" only brought it from underwater to the surface.

In the "Plan," there are rank distinctions starting from the itinerant monks, from low to high they are Acolyte, Lector, Exorcist, Doorkeeper, and Apostle, each level divided into upper, middle, and lower grades.

In the "Plan," Grampun belongs to the lower-grade Apostle monk, who can be assigned a set of townhouses.

While Harken is an upper-grade Exorcist monk, who in theory can be assigned a single apartment.

However, there are currently many townhouses, and the promised single apartments are still under construction.

So Harken still has to live with Jiro, Das, and others in the collective dormitory [Monk Palace] converted from the bedrooms of the Lord's Palace.

Although there is a canteen in the Monk Palace where you can eat unlimited food, the kitchen will not cook any more dishes after the time has passed.

In addition, Harken, Kirvis, and Colebo have arranged a card game, and they play cards every day until nine o'clock after dinner.

Harken is in such a hurry because he doesn't want to miss it; it's one of his few hobbies.

"What's the rush? Do you think you can run faster than a carriage?" Grampun said with a smile, "Why don't you get on my carriage later, and I'll drop you off at the Monk Palace on the way."

Grampun and Harken are old acquaintances; they were comrades who fought side by side in the Battle of Longbridge.

Although Harken's qualifications are not as good as Grampun's, their private relationship has always been good.

"That's good," Harken stood still, "I have a card game tonight, do you want to come?"

"You're still playing cards?" Grampun asked in surprise, "Isn't gambling forbidden for monks?"

"A few copper coins a hand, what kind of gambling is that? Just for fun..." Seeing the hidden melancholy between Grampun's eyebrows, Harken put away his smile, "Still thinking about Dia's matter?"

"What do you think? She's about to give birth, and I'm still out here acting," Grampun glared at Harken; it's been ten months since they parted.

Dia was initially sent to the Joannite stronghold, Long Dike City, which is right next to the Marsh Town.

His wife is now at the point of giving birth, but the two cannot reunite.

Grampun wandered around the edge of the Copper Fortress with the theater troupe several times, but still couldn't get through.

The situation was complicated some time ago, with various wars and near-death experiences, and Grampun didn't dare to call Dia back.

Now that the situation is temporarily stable, Dia is pregnant, and the long journey is prone to miscarriage, so she can't come over.

This made him anxious and eager to fly to Dia's side to be with her.

Harken jumped up and patted him on the back, comforting him, "Don't worry, for His Eminence's sake, Long Dike City will definitely provide the best witch doctor for the delivery, it'll be fine."

"I've been thinking these days, if I'm not by Dia's side when she gives birth... Holy Lord, please bless..."

"Don't think about it, I'll tell you some inside information," Harken lowered his voice, "Golden River Township and Kashia County have cut off the Copper Fortress's grain supply, and it is currently surrounded on all sides by the Salvation Army forces.

The old lady of the Arco family will soon be arriving at Fort Joan with the Kush nobles, and Cardinal Pasrik has gone to lead the way.

Do you believe that there will definitely be Black Serpent Bay coven members in the old lady's mission? They say they are meeting with Dean Ludwig, but they will definitely talk about the Copper Fortress issue.

Take the theater troupe over there in advance, and once the Copper Fortress falls, you ride over; I think you'll probably make it in time."

Grampun stared at Harken's face for several seconds before smiling bitterly, "Thank you, Harken."

"It's nothing, we're friends; friends don't ask for anything in return... cough cough, but if I arrange someone to join your theater troupe in the future, you're not allowed to refuse," Harken joked with a smile.

"Okay, I'll definitely leave a dwarf position in my circus for you in the future."

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Harken was stunned and almost couldn't believe his ears.

Amid the snickers of the surrounding young black-robed priests, he jumped up in anger, "I'm not a gnome, I'm a dwarf! Humans have gnomes, we dwarves don't have gnomes!

I was kind enough to comfort you, and this is how you repay a friend's comfort?"

"Hahaha, okay, okay, I was wrong, I apologize to you," Grampun turned sideways to avoid Harken's furious beating.

Amid the cheers and jeers of the many monks, the two bantered for a while before chatting again.

Leaning against the damp wall, Grampun rubbed his lower back, "I've always been curious, why is it always Cardinal Pasrik who receives the Kush people from Golden River Township?"

"Don't you know?" Harken asked in surprise, "Pasrik and the old grandmother are lovers."

"What?!" This time Grampun was shocked, and he quickly covered Harken's mouth, "How can you say such things in public?"

You know, in terms of status, these two are both high-ranking officials of the Salvation Papal State, and their identities are quite sensitive; their relationship is not something that can be said casually.

"Lord Grampun, you've probably been touring outside for too long," another young monk said with a smile, "Everyone in the Salvation Army knows about this, only Pasrik thinks we don't know."

Pushing Grampun's hand away, Harken spat on the ground a few times before saying, "Can't you see?

The old man let it slip when he was drunk last time that he was handling the grain trade between the south of Golden River Township and Black Serpent Bay, and the noblewoman he was dealing with was called Vivian.

Later, we talked to Perini and Domenico, and the noblewoman who tipped us off last time, the one who had an affair with Pasrik, was the old grandmother; the old grandmother's name is Vivian.

The two of them got together when they were in their thirties. To be honest, who knows whose bloodline these younger members of the Arco family are from."

"My Holy Lord," Grampun thought this was an ordinary conversation in the rain, but he didn't expect such explosive gossip.

However, seeing the surrounding monks' nonchalant expressions, he knew that this matter was probably well known, only Pasrik was stubborn and brazenly denying it.

"You only have your unborn child in your head," Harken patted Grampun's arm, "Don't be too closed off, go out and walk around."

"I don't have that kind of mind... you seem quite concerned; you're thirty this year, aren't you? Aren't you getting married?" Grampun asked, looking at the carriages coming and going in the rain.

"Why are you like my old man?" Harken patted his crotch vulgarly, "A dwarf's dick can still be hard at fifty; thirty years old?

Don't mention thirty, even my dad is sixty-five and still going strong."

Grampun was about to speak, but his movements stopped, and he stopped Harken's shoulder: "Good boy, I really thought you didn't care about your children's love affairs, not bad, which rich merchant's daughter is this?"

"What rich merchant's daughter?" Harken was still at a loss when he turned his head and saw a beautifully decorated carriage parked next to the Holy Advent Hall.

The carriage door opened, revealing the warm and soft decorations inside, and a masked woman was sitting sideways, waving at him.

Harken's eyes lit up, and he quickly knocked off Grampun's arm, "Don't talk nonsense, this is our big customer in the future; this isn't a woman, this is a pile of gold."