Blood tax

Chapter 345 Lansada Wants to Investigate Griffith's Manor
The dining room fell silent, and Griffith tried to change the subject while suppressing the twitching corners of his mouth.He hasn't found any decent words for Alandelle, who can divert his attention and take care of his gaffes, and the officers of the Storm Squadron have flashes of embarrassment and anger in their eyes.

Alandelle, who got into trouble, picked up a cup of black tea and stuck out her tongue quietly.

Worried and with no appetite, Neferti took the opportunity to put down her knife and fork.She saw that with the dining table as the boundary, the eyes of the army and the navy of Byyeland were like long swords, crackling and slashing in the air.

The second lieutenant of the cavalry squad took a table knife and chopped off an innocent weevil that had emerged from a biscuit.

"Look, moth."

The second officer of the Brenhill pulled out his dagger and put it on the table with a "snap": "Mr. Second Lieutenant, if you are not used to eating weevils, I can find some black-headed maggots for you to taste. It tastes cool. Not as bitter as weevils. Of course, no army pig food, oh sorry ~ not as chewy as army bread."

There was the sound of sword blades sliding out of scabbards and musket hammers cracking in the air.Nefertti moved her chair slightly back and muttered to herself.

"Fight, fight~"

Arendelle kicked Griffith's boots under the table and winked at him.The beautiful big eyes are smart as if they can talk.

"Do something~ I was wrong."

Griffith glanced at her, buttoned the opened pouch of the convicted pistol, and pulled on his bow tie to speak.

"I heard that the Senate passed a bill banning the sale of pork, beef, and mutton in the market three days a week." The clever artillery second lieutenant Senamon casually pulled a recent news.

"Why?" Army officers asked in surprise.

"Increasing the supply of fish meat will allow more people to become fishermen and sailors," said the first mate of the Brenhill. "When necessary, we can quickly recruit seamen."

"Conscripting, isn't it just a brat, tsk," an army officer snorted, "Our army has abolished such a bad habit for many years. I have seen their meals, and they are not very good."

The first mate was a dignified middle-aged man who looked much older than Alandelle.He shook his head calmly:

"Everyone must have never been to the Broken Sea and the Eastern Chaos Sea, and have never seen the danger of the real sea.

"My people have led the exploration of the great sea route from the past. Although the number is less than 3% of the total crew, they are the core of maintaining discipline and operation.

"They lead hundreds of sailors with a daily salary of Sanyinlang, many of whom are gangsters caught on South Street. When you are with them, it is useless to be kind, gentle and equal, it will only make them despise you and move you. Have nasty thoughts.

"The reason why the Brenhill is a powerful battleship is not only due to its powerful artillery, sealed artifacts, and sophisticated hull, but also to our whip, discipline, and order."

The first mate slowly shook the coffee with a small spoon:

"Government is the backbone of warships and ships. Only by making sailors aware of their status and responsibilities can they maintain the majesty of their officers. Majesty is the source of discipline. Our sailors fear discipline more than they fear the enemy and the sea. "

What the chief mate said was very reasonable, and it was hard to argue.However, this did not solve the Army's anger, but made them feel contemptuous.

The unconvinced second lieutenant almost roared: "Our sword has conquered countless nations for Bayeran, and opened up in your..."

"Crack clack clack clack!"

Suddenly there was a rhythmic knock on the dining table.Griffith scooped two large spoonfuls of white sugar into the small bowl that had just been placed, and stirred vigorously with two chopsticks.

"What are you doing, knight?" Arendelle asked curiously.

"Eat dessert, um~ o(*￣▽￣*)o," Griffith ate a large spoonful with a satisfied face, and then ordered the round and clear jelly-like sweets in the bowl with a small spoon, and said bulgingly, "Before I was recruited by the kingdom's army, I used to fight with my sister every summer because of this, ahhh, it's so smooth and delicious! Oh? Don't you guys know? Desai, where's Desai?!"

The door of the officer's dining room was pushed open immediately.Second-level team leader Desai walked in holding a big bowl.

"Report."

"Oh——! Come on, give it to everyone." Griffith said while greeting, "Desai, let me introduce you."

Neferti saw the second-level team leader who had cut several people in front of her during the day, and suddenly felt that the whole world was gloomy.Desai put down a large bowl of slime-like shaking things under his disgusted gaze, and said straightly while standing by the dining table:

"I brought this from home after my vacation. A kind of snack in Neopolis Island—Shui Mantou is a summer cold food made of arrowroot powder. Please mix it with sugar."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Griffith moved the sugar bowl over, and dug a few tablespoons to cover Alandelle's portion.

The dense white sugar is piled up like a hill, which makes people who are not good at sweets look scared.

"Are you sure this won't kill me?" Arendelle resisted covering her face.

"It's delicious like this! Add more sugar!" Griffith gave everyone a small bowl, quickly sat back on his chair, stared at the water bun and sighed.He felt that he still couldn't get enough of it, so he scooped another large spoonful into the sugar bowl, and couldn't wait to pick up the big bowl and pour it down.

……

So sad……

After dinner and leaving the dining room, Griffith followed his old habits and began to inspect the campsite tonight around the battleship.

He ate a lot of sugar, and ended up eating Alandelle's share too.As a thank you, the beautiful Miss Captain took the initiative to walk with him, but she would not approach the sailors.

Sailors and soldiers are eating.

Sea-going ships operating in the offshore and ocean-going ships that have just left the port have relatively good supplies. There are barrels of fresh fruits, vegetables, clean meat and cured meat. The staple food is black bread, biscuits and oatmeal.Ordinary sailors can get a few hundred grams of bread, biscuits and beans a day, and there are two opportunities to eat meat twice a week, and sometimes fresh fruit.

Poor families on land cannot achieve such living standards.

It's just that the sailors' dinner cannot be handled very carefully.In addition to preparing the officers’ meals, the chefs on board crushed bread or biscuits into a large pot, added a small amount of water, some fat, wine, bacon, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, beans and other ingredients, and cooked Make a pile of indescribable paste and distribute it to everyone.

The taste of this kind of chowder is not fixed, and it has nothing to do with the cooks' craftsmanship. Whether it tastes good or not depends entirely on luck.

When Griffith passed by the sailors who were eating, he found that they were devouring their food. It seemed that it was not bad for the boys born in poor families and doing heavy physical work on the ship.

"Although it doesn't look good, it's not too bad." Griffith looked at the piles of sailors eating and whispered to the captain.

"This is the treatment of sailors in coastal combat," Arendelle stroked her long hair blown by the evening wind. "It is said that the lives of sailors on ocean-going ships who go to explore the depths of the Broken Sea and Chaos Sea are extremely miserable. They are huddled in Sailing in the small and smelly cabin for several months, the living conditions and food are extremely bad, and even the prisoners serving sentences in prison can feel sympathy and remorse. Ocean sailors are often short of manpower, and the officials will send prisoners on board Go to hard labor. When the prisoners in the prison were driven out to serve as sailors on ships, many prisoners cried and said that their crimes were not so serious!"

……

After returning to the cabin, Griffith continued to read the report.Every now and then he looked at the timer.

Tonight, he has an important visitor.

"Captain~" Lansada knocked on the door three times, looking inside, "Can I come in and sit for a while?"

"Come in, of course, but you must leave at nine o'clock."

The trainee nun who got permission walked in briskly, sat down on the sofa next to the bookshelf and read a book quietly.

The sea outside the porthole was immersed in darkness and silence.When the clouds dissipated, the moon hung in the sky again.The moon phase of this season is turning from deficit to profit, and it was the same in the past.However, tonight's moonlight is miserable green.

The sound of the sea water beating against the side of the ship was clear to the ears.The night was dark, and the water swayed slightly.It seems that they have all merged into the deep and vast sea, and there is an indescribable mystery and weirdness.

"It's an ominous omen," said Lansarda, closing his book and looking around the porthole for a while, "I've heard a legend about an Odessa man.

"On nights of the green moon, the Great Ship of the Land of the Dead will appear in the fog. It is a black warship, built of the fingernails and toenails of the dead, and it will carry an army of ghosts and bones. Those who died without blessing Mortals will become part of this terrifying giant ship."

"Well, how are you doing?"

It sounds like this thing is a high-level sealed item of the "death" pathway.Griffith casually responded to the trainee nun, and continued to write the document at hand.

The Brenhill was speeding towards Byerland.Squadron members who haven't seen each other in a while will come to chat with their commanders, which is a regular occurrence and very relaxing.Griffith couldn't help but yearn for his hut.

Galadia is decorating there, when I get back to Homenworth, it should be ready~
As the first member of the entire squadron to know, Griffith has also saved her life many times. Lansada has always liked to chat with Griffith.She didn't care that the commander didn't answer her words, and continued:
"Recently everything is going well. We lost very little when Earl Lamor commanded. Ah, by the way, I am not saying that the captain's command is not good!

"Jill used to lock himself in his room the other day. If he didn't have a private room, he would lock himself in the bathroom and it would take him half an hour to come out. I asked him what was wrong, but Jill ignored me. Desai said man Each has its own little secret.

"Captain, what do you think? Karen also thinks Jill is a bit strange."

"Captain, what are you doing?"

Lansada hunched over Griffith's desk, trying to see the files there.

"Death notice, sent to the family of Ferdinand who died today," Griffith sighed slightly, "I want to tell them what went wrong."

The novice nun's face immediately became solemn, and she drew a trace of holy light on her chest, and blessed in a low voice.

Griffith doesn't like the Holy Light, and neither do most of the other gods.In his eyes, these great beings are like hamster breeders, who have nothing to say to him.Shengguang is responsible for Krista's tragedy!

Since the day when he commanded the cavalry and artillery to shed the blood of Odessa soldiers and civilians who had converted to foreign gods in the square of Odessa, and cried loudly, Griffith's heart was like a Rubik's cube, twisted Turn it over automatically to expand the pattern that was not there before.The awe and reverence faded away, replaced by ruthlessness and determination.

Those aloof beings are powerful, but they cannot be embodied in the real world, and the power of believers means everything.

The church says that God is extremely sublime and human beings are ants and lambs.

in my opinion--

God, how many armies does God have?
"Lanzada," Griffith said to the novice nun who was still groping around in her room, "it's a misunderstanding to be in my room at this late hour. You hide."

The girl blushed immediately, and fled to the door without saying goodbye.

"Wait!" Griffith suddenly remembered an important matter, and hurriedly called the trainee nuns to stop.

Lansada stopped at the door with a full face of hesitation, ready to continue to escape depending on the situation.

"There is a chance of admission to Homemonwarts, and I can get a letter of recommendation from the most prestigious professor," Griffith put down the quill in his hand, and said gently, "You are well-educated and have a noble personality. Character and superior reason, all of us at Homemonwarts would be proud to study with you."

Lansada put away that somewhat worried expression, and looked at the knight seriously: "Are you inviting me?"

"Of course," Griffith thought for a while, and felt that his words should be very clear, "You have reached the age of school, there is no need to continue walking on the dangerous battlefield."

"Thank you for your concern!" The girl clutched her chest, her violet eyes brimming with joy, "However, I still hope to complete my tour, and if I have the opportunity next fall, I very much hope to study here in Homeworth .”

"Next year, that's not bad," Griffith nodded in satisfaction. "Next year I will try to get Desai in, and you will be classmates with my sister."

"That could not be better!" Lansada jumped happily, "By the way, Mr. Knight, I have a request."

"What is it?"

"I heard that you have a territory in Verona. The recent rewards for military exploits may confer more land and population. But you are too busy with your studies and official duties to take care of it. I want to go there for a tour and learn about the villages and people of Verona. town."

That couldn't be better!Griffith agreed in his heart.His fief - Ravenell Manor is currently employing Roland's staff to manage it, and the specific situation is unknown.It would be very beneficial if someone as careful as Lansada could investigate.

"My territory welcomes you at any time, miss nun," Griffith nodded with a smile, then picked up the pen, and quickly drafted a letter of introduction, "You can contact these people to arrange Itinerary. However, the situation in Verona is unstable, and you will be in danger alone. I will arrange for Paciu to go with you.

"I look forward to your investigative report."

(End of this chapter)