Fairy’s Box

Glamorgan, Earls Court.

Opposite the high windows in the hall, the three-sided coat of arms hanging above the carved stone fireplace has been replaced by a gilt iris family coat of arms, gleaming in the morning sun. In the tick of the movement of the mechanical clock hands, the sound of the intense conversation gradually approached, the air moved, and the sound of the soles hitting the floor became clear.

"Your Excellency, the income of the guards and the new army is very high, and the willingness to consume is very strong, but we lack enough products. I think this is really a waste. The Governor's Office may take the opportunity of this post-disaster reconstruction, Leading the construction of a number of high-consumption entertainment facilities and digesting their wealth."

Pompey and Arley walked side by side, gestured with both hands, and explained at a calm pace.

"It makes sense. Now these idiots are so bored that they rely on gambling for entertainment during the holidays. Instead of letting them give the money to the dealer, it is better to spend it elsewhere." The black-haired knight seemed to agree.

"If you agree, there is no problem. We may be able to follow the model of the brave town of Glamorgan and build high-end baths, high-end bars, libraries, dance halls, grand opera houses, racing tracks and arena in London and London. An entertainment street as their gold-selling cave. These entertainments are healthy and rewarding, and are sure to be hugely popular, while bringing us huge revenue.”

The old man wandered in the beautiful vision, followed the black-haired knight into the hall step by step, lifted the hem of the toga robe, and sat on the high-back chair of the guest seat.

Yale nodded again and again, sat opposite him, took the strong tea from the ghost maid, took a sip, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Speaking of high consumption, I thought of a more profitable way."

"Please also clarify."

Pompey stretched out his hand to take a cup of fragrant barley tea, held it in his hand, and waited for the other party's next words.

"You ignore the children. Thanks to your military system, soldiers are willing to spend money on training their children, regardless of their military rank."

The black-haired knight shook the thick tea slurry in the porcelain cup, and said eagerly: "We may be able to use our brains here, such as... do some things in the swordsmanship, mathematics, and tactics tutoring courses."

"good idea!"

The old man's body trembled with excitement, the barley tea in the cup almost splashed out, and said excitedly:

"Just don't do any tutoring courses, just build a university. We hire some mathematicians, retired military officers, and writers as professors at high salaries, and let them send their children here for training."

"Since childhood?"

Yale's expression was startled, his eyebrows were slightly tightened, and he said somewhat uncertainly: "Are you sure that children can receive round-the-clock education, even if they are nobles, they were slowly nurtured by tutors when they were young."

"Professionals such as tutors are mixed... There are too few professionals with professional quality." Pompeo shook his head, his expression gradually solemn: "We can take it slow, teach some basic things, and connect with higher institutes such as the Obelisk in the future."

"Then give it a try, and keep going as long as it works."

The black-haired knight drank the strong tea in the cup in one breath, and put the big tea jar aside: "The matter we discussed last time has already become a bit of a mystery. There will be guests in the afternoon, and you will accompany me when the time comes. meet him."

"my pleasure."

The old man put down the cup and bent slightly.

...

In the afternoon, Yale and Pompey rushed all the way to the port of London City before sunset. Guided by several escorts, they boarded a luxury merchant ship.

As soon as he stepped onto the deck, Amber, who was dressed in autumn clothes, ran all the way over and laughed: "General Bernstein, I have fought my life to come to see you, and I am seasick on the way. The bile is almost exhausted."

"You can still talk, obviously it's not a big problem."

The black-haired knight walked over, spread his arms, and gave him a strong bear hug.

After the hug, Amber noticed the old man beside Yale, and quickly extended his right hand politely: "This must be Mr. Pompey, I have heard the name for a long time, my dear Amber, an ordinary businessman."

"Hello, I often hear the Governor mention your name."

After Pompey politely shook hands with him, he glanced around the expensive luxury merchant ship, and had a rough estimate of Amber's financial resources.

After a few simple greetings, the three walked and talked and entered the cabin. After sitting down, they began to step into the topic and discuss the urgent matters.

Amber is playing with a solid gold portable compass in his hand. An amethyst is embedded in the center of the pointer. The shape is luxurious and the craftsmanship is exquisite. Its dazzling brilliance fully exposes the owner's taste.

"Yarlei, you want to develop an arms smuggling network. I happen to have the same idea. The Amber consortium has also taken over part of the military industry and needs market development." Everyone is so familiar with it, and the businessman doesn't talk nonsense, just straight to the point.

"Yes, relocate the military factory under your name to the southern Celts, and I will divide the market for you." The black-haired knight is also unambiguous, friendship is friendship, business is business, one yard is one yard. ,

"This is no problem, as long as there is a market, everything is negotiable."

Amber weighed the compass in his hand and said with a smile: "After all, you are the only person in the whole country who can smuggle semi-legally. I can only agree to any conditions you offer."

"Then we are partners, what kind of help can you give me?" Yale leaned back on the chair and asked relaxedly.

"This ship, the financing of 500 million soles, and this."

The businessman stood up, took out a map from the drawer of the desk behind him, and handed it to his old friend.

"..."

The black-haired knight was pushed aside by him, shook the drawing with one hand, and saw that a lot of black circles were drawn on the sea area of ​​the Atlantic Ocean near the southern part of the New World.

"What do these black circles mean?" He looked sideways at the fat businessman.

"The activity area of ​​some major pirate organizations, these pirates make a living by robbing merchant ships in the Atlantic Ocean, and they are regarded as enemies of the Iberian Federation. The enemy of the enemy is a friend, and I think our weapons may also be sold to them. "

Amber pointed to the Mage Federation in the north of the New World, and said with a smile:

"I don't have a way to connect to them, and I don't have the guts to do business with this group of sharks alone, but you definitely have the ability. Now your reputation in the Liberty Alliance is much louder than that of the pirates. It is said that Hailivan III was alone at the meeting. Called the 'despicable and brazen Celtic governor' for a quarter of an hour, how many devout Catholics want your head."

"It's not surprising that he wants my head."

The black-haired knight smiled, arched his shoulders slightly, squeezed the merchant off the armrest, and handed the map to Pompey.

"Is there a more accurate drawing?"

The old man looked at Amber. After getting a positive answer, he nodded and said, "Mr. Amber is right. If we can cooperate with these pirates, it will definitely be of great benefit to the Governor's Palace. We must find a way to talk to them. Let's talk."

"This is your mission."

Amber played with the compass and sat back in his seat. He smiled and folded his shoulders: "According to the promise, I will relocate some of the military factories to Celtic, but how much you can eat depends on your business ability."

Yale and Pompey glanced at each other, the latter immediately put away the map, smiled and said:

"We only need the part that does not overlap with the official arms factory of the Celtic Governor's Palace. In addition to the share of smuggled orders, our army will also give priority to purchasing these weapons."

"Very reasonable."

The merchant nodded, and his smile grew brighter: "I only have one request here, you have to get the order as soon as possible."

...

After discussing cooperation with Amber, Yale and Pompey returned to Glamorgan, while the merchant left the merchant ship and returned to Gaul on another ship to wait for news.

The big ship that can sail across the ocean has been obtained, and the next step is to go out to sea to do business. The black-haired knight considered the list in his heart and decided to bring Lydia, Kara, Bruno and the aquatic duo.

Since these people were all in the new army camp, Yale returned to Glamorgan and went out of the city without stopping, preparing to tell them the decision in person.

As soon as I entered the camp, I saw several garbage trucks loaded with a large amount of garbage. Under the laborious push of several recruits, they drove out of the new army camp tremblingly, and it seemed to be sent to a nearby garbage dump for disposal.

It was nothing at first, but it was a trivial matter, but after the recruits greeted the black-haired knight, he gave a casual glance in return, and immediately frowned.

"Wait a moment."

Yale stopped the garbage convoy, walked to the last few cars, looked at the car full of fresh pig trotters, pig heads, and internal organs, leaned over and sniffed, and looked at the leader:

"Are there any problems with these ingredients?"

"Ingredients?"

The team leader was startled, looked at the objects in the car, and then quickly ran to him, salutes and said, "Report to Your Excellency the Governor, these things are waste, not ingredients."

"scrap?"

The black-haired knight directly picked up a fresh pig's trotter and handed it to him:

"Who told you it was scrap?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency the Governor, the cooks all said that this is waste, and we are the same at home. These things are all lost." The team leader replied hesitantly, with a look of aggrieved expression.

"What about pig blood, pig blood is also lost, right?"

After getting a positive answer, Yale helplessly waved his hand, motioning them to leave, and then called them to a halt as if he had suddenly thought of something:

"You put these wastes in the cold storage, I have a use."

He is speechless to the idiot cooks in the military camp. He doesn't know how to use good ingredients, and he has to give instructions from the dignified governor himself.

That night, after the black-haired knight informed a few people that he was going to go to sea, he returned to the Marquis' Mansion and sent ghost maids to cook the sweet noodle sauce collectively.

Speaking of sweet pasta sauce, it used to be the exclusive sauce of Bernstein's family, and later spread to the whole of Corsica because it was so delicious. It's a pity that Corsica is an island, otherwise it might spread all over the country.

Charlene felt very strange about his unusual behavior, asked the reason, and when she learned that he was actually going to make pig trotters into dishes, her thin lips grew in surprise:

"Can you eat such dirty things?"

"It's not dirty! It's not dirty at all!" The black-haired knight was almost mad, pointing to himself and said, "I've loved to eat since I was a child, and I can't wait to eat it every day. Do you think I have a problem?"

"so poor."

The green-haired girl pursed her lips, her eyes were slightly red, and she shed tears of sympathy, and fell into his arms with a choked voice:

"Woo woo... I'm sorry... I will definitely learn to cook many, many delicious dishes in the future, to feed you full, and I will never let you eat pig's trotters every day."

"..."

In the face of his lover's true confession, Yale didn't know what to say. Looking at the ghost maids around him, he found that they were all sympathetic, and he suddenly questioned his childhood.

Is there something wrong with eating pig trotters?

Thinking about it carefully, my grandfather can not only make delicious pig trotters, but also pig ears, pig tongue, pig heart, pig stomach, pig tail, and even pig blood and pig intestines... Almost all parts can be made into delicious dishes.

Anyway, I have to try it too, can't just watch them spoil things!

The black-haired knight decided to believe his childhood memories, and in front of his lover, taught the ghost maid how to handle pig trotters, vowing to reverse their ignorant concept of ingredients.

"Remove the bones and tie the pig's trotters with cotton thread, like this." Yale held up the boneless hooves in his hands.

"Mmmmmmm!"

The ghost maids followed suit, shaving off the big bones with knives, then pulling out the cotton thread, imitating the earl, who had a miserable childhood, and tying the pig's trotters.

"Then soak it in a pot and boil water, and wait for the water to dry."

In the courtyard of the Earl's Palace, the black-haired knight and the ghost maids set up hundreds of cauldrons and cooked pig trotters in the open pot. After his little friends came back, they were all shocked, and they didn't know what kind of madness the boss had to cook pig trotters in a pot in the courtyard.

After listening to Charlene's emotional and sobbing explanation, everyone was instantly in awe, and Yale's tall image in his heart suddenly skyrocketed again - what an amazing person, he grew up eating pig trotters when he was a child.

"..."

In this regard, the black-haired knight really doesn't want to explain more. These stupid mortals treat pig trotters as garbage. If you don't see the hard facts, it's hard to know how precious it is.

Although I don't know what Yalei is thinking, it doesn't prevent everyone from joining in the work of cooking pig trotters with a "pilgrimage" mentality.

After the water in the pot was boiled dry, the black-haired knight taught them to spread sweet sauce and salt on their hoofs and stuff them into clean jars to marinate. During the period, Carla and Goethe couldn't help licking the noodle sauce secretly because of the tempting aroma of the sweet noodle sauce.

Lydia, Bruno, and Charlene acted extremely seriously. They seemed to be trying to experience each other's "miserable" childhood in this way. They were sobbing silently.

"..."

Seeing this, the black-haired knight suddenly felt exhausted and had the urge to crawl into a corner and smoke a cigarette silently.