Father Mavie

Chapter 479 Sleepy Toast (Please Subscribe!!!)
In the airtight dark room, the dim candlelight illuminated the pale face of the second prince Shukri. There were two boxes and an oil paper bag on the table in front of him, and an old man with a kind face was sitting beside him.

"Brandon Archbishop, what should I do?"

The second prince Shukri looked at the old man's profile and said in a deep voice, "Charles has already realized the importance of Mr. Nicholas. He went to Flower Street today to demonstrate to me!"

"Your Highness, there will definitely be competition." The old man said in a flat tone: "So far, although the church has mastered the potion formula, it has been unable to realize it, and even many of the formulas lack vital materials. , cannot be produced."

"Under such circumstances, we must open up the potion business market and let potion materials from other countries flow into the country. Only in this way can the potion formula work."

There is no recipe, no materials can not make products, this is what it means.

There are many potion formulas mastered by the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, many of which are powerful high-level potions, but so far they cannot be produced because of insufficient raw materials.

Many ingredients in the formula are not available in the Kingdom of Windsor. After all, the Kingdom of Windsor has only two islands in the mainland, the East and the West, and lacks supplies, so it cannot be compared with the Kingdom of Romanov.

The Kingdom of Windsor has vast overseas colonies, and it can obtain materials from the colonies, but it is still not enough, and the channels need to be further expanded.

As an insider of the church, Archbishop Brandon knows that the church is planning to carry out import and export trade of potions with churches in other kingdoms, such as the Wisdom, Judgment, and Plenty Churches. Once the resolution is passed, the potions can be sold among countries officially circulated.

At that time, many potion merchants are bound to emerge.

As a hot new industry in the future, potions are the focus of all churches. The Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate must also cultivate its own potion business channels. Whoever controls potions will have a sufficient voice in the church.

Archbishop Ubli did win the election and became the new pope of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, but that doesn't mean that Archbishop Brandon and the others have no chance.

The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny is a polytheistic religion. Unlike monotheistic religion, the power of the pope of polytheistic religion is far inferior to that of the pope of monotheistic religion. The pope of monotheistic religion is the direct spokesperson of the gods and has supreme decision-making power. However, the pope of polytheistic religion can only become the spokesperson of the corresponding gods and cannot control Followers of other gods.

Based on this situation, Archbishop Brandon, who believes in the goddess of wealth, is not afraid of Umbly I, who believes in the goddess of health.

In the hands of the archbishop, he also holds real power.

As long as the lifeblood of the church can be grasped, the status of the archbishop is not necessarily lower than that of the pope.

so.
The second prince Shukri wants to win over Mavi, who has a lot of resources, and let him become the spokesperson of the goddess of wealth, and assist Archbishop Brandon to control the potion market in London.

But today, in the potion grocery store, the second prince Shukri did not get the answer he wanted.

It's not that Ma Wei rejected him, but he was forcing him to give up more benefits. This kind of behavior is very in line with Ma Wei's businessman status. He is here to make money, not a philanthropist, so why help you if there is no benefit?
The arrival of the eldest prince Charles also made the second prince Shukri feel a sense of crisis.

Ma Wei is the one he likes, but the eldest prince Charles suddenly stepped in. The conversation in the store today was full of intentions to win over Ma Wei, if Ma Wei really joined the camp of the eldest prince Charles
Shukri didn't dare to think about it anymore. He could train potion merchants again, but could the potion merchants he cultivated surpass Mavi?
"Brandon Archbishop, we have news about the people we sent to the Kingdom of Frederick to investigate the information of the Manstein family."

In the dark room, Shukri took out a letter and handed it to the old man beside him: "The Kingdom of Frederick, Saxony, Freiberg, and the village of Riesa, there is indeed a Manstein family. According to the villagers The unanimous answer is that their owner is named Nicholas von Manstein, has a daughter named Emma, ​​and two younger brothers. They have been doing business abroad in recent years, and it is rare to come back.”

"What about the interpersonal network?" Archbishop Brandon asked, "If Nicholas has no way to investigate, we can start from his two younger brothers. As long as they are living people, they will definitely leave clues."

"I've checked everything. The three brothers of the Manstein family all studied at the Freiberg University of Technology. Their tutors, classmates, classmates' families, and the principal... all have an impression of them. Among them, Mr. Nicholas is from their class. Outstanding graduates of the school often donate to their alma mater, and his portrait hangs in the principal’s office.”

"So, their identities are all right?"

"Well, at least the people we sent out didn't find any flaws, everything is normal."

The old man nodded and finally expressed his thoughts: "In this case, let's find a chance to bring them to see me."

"Have you agreed to hand over the potion formula to them?"

The second prince Shukri's eyes lit up. He didn't care much about church matters, and the potion formula was not that important to him. How to defeat the eldest prince Charles and ascend to the throne was the focus of his attention, and the formula didn't matter at all.

If it wasn't for Archbishop Brandon's disapproval, Shukri would have agreed to hand over the formula to Mavi and the others as early as noon.

"As long as they can pass the final test, I can give some low-level potion formulas. If they join the Church of the Three Fate Goddesses and believe in the Goddess of Wealth, I will share the high-level potion formula with them."

Archbishop Brandon's head was bit by bit, as if he was about to fall asleep, with a benevolent smile on the corner of his mouth: "Great Nande, I am kind to every believer who pursues wealth. Mr. Nicholas's approach is not wrong "Your Highness, you can't just look at the problem from your own standpoint, if you want to make others surrender, you have to give them what they desire, only in this way can you gain loyalty."

"Yes, I see, Archbishop Brandon."

"Now look at the potion products they sell. It's not enough to just move your mouth. The quality of the products is the most important measure."

Archbishop Brandon slowly opened the box. He had tested the blood of mercury before, and there was no problem, so he skipped it directly. The sleepy toast in an oiled paper bag aroused his interest.

The rectangular toast was completely placed on the table. The second prince Shukri cut a piece himself and handed it to Archbishop Brandon with both hands. Archbishop Brandon smelled the toast before opening his mouth. The little one took a bite.

The toast melts in the mouth, and the aroma of milk instantly fills the mouth. Although it is not as soft as when it was just baked, the taste is still good. A lot of sugar is added in it, which is very suitable for the taste of Windsor people.

The chewed toast entered the stomach, and the stomach immediately began to digest. At first, there was no response. After half a minute, Archbishop Brandon shook his body slightly. He felt that the scene in front of him became blurred, and his consciousness began to drowsy. , he seems to see himself wearing the pope's robe, standing on the top of Westminster Abbey, the weather is sunny, the fanatical believers below are shouting his name, and the goddess of wealth, Nande, is wearing the Pope's crown for him
The corner of Archbishop Brandon's mouth raised a smile involuntarily, immersed in the illusory scene. After an unknown period of time, he shivered, regained consciousness, glanced at the half-eaten sleepy toast in his hand, and suppressed it. The urge to keep eating.

"How is it?" Second Prince Shukri looked at him expectantly: "Is it effective?"

"Well, it's genuine, without false propaganda, and the effect is even better than I imagined." Archbishop Brandon gave a pertinent evaluation: "It seems that Nicholas can indeed make potions. He must have a potion formula in his hand."

"Do you want to continue the test?"

Shukri looked at the 'Hercules' stick' in the glass bottle, the liquid inside was clear and transparent, with strange blue ripples, "Mr. Nicholas said, drinking it can become infinitely powerful, just like Like ants lifting objects many times their own weight, the side effect is muscle soreness, and taking too much can even lead to muscle rupture."

"There is no need to test, and there is nothing to test here." Archbishop Brandon said: "Since the sleeping toast and blood of mercury are genuine, then Hercules' stick should be fine."

"Indeed." Shukri nodded: "Archbishop, how can we win over Mr. Nicholas?"

"He is a businessman, and a businessman seeks profit. In addition to the necessary benefits, if you want him to be devoted to us, you need to use special means to force him to stand in our camp. I have to think about how to do it, Your Highness. Go back first."

"it is good."

Shukri stood up and was about to pack the boxes on the table when suddenly a thin hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Keep the toast, and take away the other potions."

"what?!"

(End of this chapter)