When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#476 - 2000 gold pounds

"Two thousand gold pounds down the drain, and it's been a month already. Why haven't I heard a peep from the Demon Hunters?"

Putzrio Osla complained to his father behind the desk while tearing open the wax-sealed letter handed over by the family's intelligence director.

"It's only been a month," Duke Omes said with a sullen face, reading the letters in his hand one after another, occasionally comparing them. "Don't rush. Although there was a small mistake, there will be results."

Sitting at the luxurious carved desk, Putzrio was helping his father sort out letters from nobles and relatives from various places.

Seeing his father's displeasure, Putzrio didn't continue, but continued to sort out the letters in his hand.

"The descendants of those two Longsong nobles are asking for support from us Northerners?" Duke Omes snorted coldly as he opened a new letter. "Wishful thinking. Feed that envoy well and send him away."

Despite saying he didn't want to provide support to the two royal dukes, Omes secretly funneled blood to the two dukes in the form of "gifts" and his own chambers of commerce.

It was all about the Blue Bee Family and the Longsong nobles; he was happy to see them bleed a little more.

"Father, why don't we teach these envoys a lesson and avenge Uncle-Grandfather?"

"Why bother with the envoys? It will only make others think you are timid. Don't do unnecessary things."

Duke Omes tapped the quill in his hand heavily on the paper: "Rest assured, now is not the time to get on the gambling table."

"Those shameful bastards, the Osla family always avenges its grudges. They just wait," Although it was somewhat of a performance in front of his father, Putzrio was genuinely sincere.

Their grievances with the royal family were more than Bonnerd had said.

When King Virginiuman of Leia passed away, he passed the title of king and the richest fiefdom to his second son, Tomundgis, born to his ex-wife, and his two younger sons, Luel and Nedbach, born to his second wife.

The eldest son, Andagis, born to the wife from the Osla family, who was also Tomundgis's elder brother, only received an empty duke title and a piece of land about the size of a county in this division of inheritance.

The reason was that he had been excommunicated by the church for three years because of a divorce.

The final result was that Andagis died depressed, without even leaving any offspring, and the bloodline of the Osla family in the royal family was completely cut off.

After this incident, the two families still maintained superficial friendship, but privately they were clear that there was no possibility of reconciliation.

But Andagis's death was not really the royal family deliberately killing the only Osla bloodline in the royal family. He died of the Great Windmill Land Plague in 1414.

At that time, even the old King Tomundgis almost died of illness, let alone Andagis, whose fief was in Windmill Land?

Andagis's two sons died of the plague, and only one daughter, Gabrielle, who stayed in the clan land to visit relatives, survived.

This led to the fact that in this civil war in Leia, the Osla family could not provide enough legal support.

Unless all the adult males with inheritance rights died, this Gabrielle Blueby would not be qualified to get on the table.

This Duke Omes's cousin is now living in the clan land. She is forty-five years old this year and still has not married.

Remembering the plump, hot, and soft body of his Aunt Gabrielle and her unrestrained and crazy demands, Putzrio couldn't help but bend over and close his legs.

"Puni (a pet name for Putzrio), what's wrong?"

"Ah? It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the problem of the Thousand River Valley Salvation Army," Putzrio quickly raised his face and explained.

Duke Omes didn't suspect anything. He looked at his youngest son's face and said slowly: "For an Osla, you must remember that we solve problems with money, but money is never the problem.

You entrusted the church to hire Demon Hunters with those 2,000 gold pounds. I guess only 500 gold pounds will fall into the hands of the lower-level Demon Hunters.

But so what? The money is spent when it is spent. Don't regret it, don't dwell on it."

"Yes, Father," Putzrio quickly agreed, then coughed and said, "I was thinking, should we take the opportunity to get involved in the Thousand River Valley? After all, Prince Condé has already expressed his position."

"Now? I don't want to get involved for the time being," Duke Omes stood up, came to the tea table, and poured himself a cup of awakening black tea with a delicate bone china teapot.

"Are you very familiar with Marika? Why are you so persistent about this matter?"

Putzrio felt a few drops of cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. It wasn't that he was familiar with Countess Marika, but that Aunt Gabrielle was familiar with Countess Marika.

When the two of them were taking a bath together last night, he had already promised Aunt Gabrielle. Once the words were spoken and the water was shot out, he could only reply with difficulty and persistence:

"The main reason is that I heard some rumors that the shepherds of the Shattered Stone Plain have some opinions because of the Inosen Dam, which can be used to consume the strength of the local nobles."

"They have opinions, how come I don't know? Call the intelligence director and the finance minister..."

"No, no, no... there's no need to call the two uncles..."

Frowning as he looked at his cramped youngest son, Duke Omes was a little puzzled. Unlike his several older brothers, this youngest son had always been calm and capable. What was wrong with him today?

Staring at his father's bayonet-like gaze, Putzrio's face remained unchanged, but his heart beat like a drum, and he blurted out: "Father, I am already 24 years old this year, and my child is 8 years old, but that Horn of the Salvation Army is only 19 years old..."

Duke Omes blinked his eyes, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood.

This youngest son usually couldn't see it, but he didn't expect that he actually had such a trace of arrogance in his heart.

Duke Omes believed that Putzrio's biggest shortcoming was that he was content with small wealth, his ears were too soft, and he easily lost his opinion.

He now understood that it was because there was no existence among his peers to inspire him.

The eldest son was a fat coward who couldn't even ride a horse, the second son ran around every day dressed in colorful backless skirts, and the third son was like a pig except for fighting.

If he was surrounded by a group of wastes, naturally there would be no motivation to move forward.

Although he didn't understand why Horn would inspire Putzrio, Putzrio, who never thought about taking the initiative to attack, had really changed.

Although there were still signs of being submissive, he was actually able to contradict himself to persevere in order to lead independently, which still made Duke Omes feel relieved.

"Not bad, not bad."

Looking at Duke Omes, who was showing a gratified smile, Putzrio was a little dazed. Wasn't he just trying to express that Horn was too young and had great potential and needed to be suppressed as soon as possible?

What was not bad?

"Since you want to make a name for yourself on the battlefield, I, Omes, have the courage," Duke Omes took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard, poured himself a glass, and poured Putzrio a glass.

Putzrio blankly took the wine glass with both hands: "Father, I..."

"Drink it, I'm really happy that you have the courage to take this step," Duke Omes stared at Putzrio with the eyes of a child who had grown up, forcing Putzrio to drink the wine in one gulp.

"I have to discuss what you want to do with your uncles, and you will get what you want," Omes patted Putzrio on the shoulder, "Work harder, your brothers are not in good health."

Although he didn't understand what was happening, Putzrio understood that Omes still wanted to use troops against Thousand River Valley in his words.

But he also knew that his father could not launch a large-scale offensive against Thousand River Valley, which would destroy the original plan.

It was estimated that he would just send a group of Shattered Stone Plain noble troops south, borrow a road from Horham County, and attack the Salvation Army in Langsand County.

As for the commander, it was likely to be his third brother.

In any case, he had completed Aunt Gabrielle's mission.

Closing the door of his father's study, Putzrio said to the servant with a sigh of relief: "Go, visit my dear Aunt Gabrielle."