Chapter 31 Negotiation
The rain poured down the church cornices and rattled the windows.

The gloomy sky outside the window was even colder than usual, causing everyone present to put on an extra coat.

Standing up from his chair, Townley walked forward and closed the window. He sat back in his chair and looked to both sides.

Today, a group of refugees sit in Durdafo's favorite "scripture room". The table, which is called a scripture desk but is actually a dining table, is filled with delicious food.

White bread, fish soup, baked chicken with cheese, roast suckling pig, cream of mushroom soup.

Each dish sparkled in the light of the silver candlesticks.

These refugees were the initiators of the previous riot and core members of Townley's men.

They wore exquisite gowns that they had searched out of the monastery, but they were hunched over with strange postures, and they made the gowns wrinkled, like slaves who had stolen their master's clothes.

Even though they spilled gravy all over themselves, they didn't know how to use knives and forks, but just used their hands to scoop up the food.

When I was enjoying the meal, I just rolled up my sleeves, opened my front, and let the greasy sauce get all over my sleeves, armpits, and crotch.

The restaurant was filled with the sounds of them clamoring for drinking. They were even shouting for a few prostitutes to come in and drink with them. There was even some fighting where they spilled water and wine all over the walls, carpets, and even on the portrait of Mircella.

This is naturally the case of Townley and his gang enjoying the fruits of victory.

As for the other refugees who started the riot, Townley was kind enough to open the granary and give all of them enough moldy old black bread to last for two days.

Compared with not having enough to eat before, this was already a huge favor, but in the end, he wasn't even asked to kneel down and express his gratitude, which really made him feel wronged.

In Townley's opinion, only those who contributed to the attack on the monastery should have been rewarded, and the rest should have been left to starve to death.

If Madeleine and that damn Knight Commander Danji hadn't forced them, they would never have distributed these precious foods to the refugees.

Tang Li was previously a rogue smuggler who made a living by smuggling food and slaves into Black Snake Bay, which is how he got in touch with the secret party.

After the flood is over, these grains will be worth a lot of money, whether they are smuggled or sold directly.

As a result, the abundant food was distributed to the poor, which is a sin.

Sitting in the first seat, Tang Li asked Chilvis who was standing beside him, "Well, how is His Highness the Chosen One?"

Chilvis responded, "I've seen it. It's the witch disease, which is an old problem of our secret party."

The so-called witch disease or witch curse is that when some people stay around a witch for a long time and come into contact with a large amount of her blood, sweat or dandruff, they will be infected and develop a high fever and rash.

Many secret parties are infected with this disease when they are not careful when interacting with witches.

After being infected with the witch disease, most people will die, and only a small number of people will survive, and they will generally become witch's followers.

The vast majority of wizards have bloodlines of witches, and their ability to use magic is largely due to their bloodlines.

Townley turned his head and looked at Grampven beside him: "That witch Carrie and that uh, Jeana, have you arranged everything?"

"Hiss." Chilvis interrupted, "It seems that Lady Carrie has been driven crazy by the holy water. She can't even speak now."

"Oh, oh, oh." Tang Li breathed a sigh of relief. "How pitiful. Where is the other Lady Jeanne?"

Grampven nodded. "They were all arranged in the best rooms, but Jeanna took His Highness the Chosen One to her room. They slept together for the past two days."

"Fuck that goat, I was wondering how he could get the witch disease, turns out he fucked a witch."

"This Saint Sun Ri Saint Girl, how much more disaster is there."

"You're full of jingles. Do you want to be a priest?"

"What is the Holy Grandson?" Tang Li had a face full of question marks as he listened to the discussion among his men.

Grampven quickly recounted the story of Horn that he had heard from Jeska, René, and Duvalon, and also took out the certificate he found in Horn's pocket.

There were six in total, but five of them were soaked and worn out in this exciting duel of "king vs. king", and only one, the certificate of the Ruoan Party, was still barely acceptable.

After listening to Grampven's story, Tang Li couldn't help but tut. They must be the Ruan Party, they dared to do such a cruel thing as beheading.

Looking at myself, I can only bite a torch at best, there is no comparison at all.

No wonder they can become high-ranking members of the secret party while I am just a small follower.

"Let's not talk about this matter for now, let's talk about what to do next?" Granpuwen said anxiously.

When it comes to this, Tang Li gets a headache.

According to the original plan, by this time, they had already promoted Madeleine to be the Bishop of the Thousand Valleys or the Pope.

But with Horn, this high-end version, and the resurrection legend that has been circulating everywhere these days, people are not willing to recognize Madeleine as the Pope of the Thousand Valleys.

But in that case, Horn would have to take the blame.

This group of high-level secret party members always let others take the blame for them. When would they ever take the blame themselves?
When the time comes, these people will be in trouble.

Besides, this gentleman has to make arrangements.

Although Tang Li often regarded himself as a member of the secret party, he was mostly on the periphery of the periphery and had never seen a high-level secret party guarded by witches.

Although this gentleman doesn't have many days left to live, if I take good care of him and he leaves a letter with a few kind words before he dies, it would be a great benefit.

Tang Li wants to make progress so much that he is even planning to retire and live in Black Snake Bay.

Black Snake Bay is a humid and rainy place with many poisonous snakes, ferocious beasts and monsters. But they are not afraid of having their property annexed by the lord and the church.

Can the monster's poison be more poisonous than that of the lord?
In this regard, the secret party has much better credibility than the church.

After Grampven finished speaking, the entire hall of the Scriptorium fell silent, with only the sound of awkward breathing.

Tang Li didn't say anything, and neither did the others. Everyone knew what was on their mind, and no one wanted to be the first to speak out. Otherwise, what would happen if they were hated?
Seeing that no one spoke, after thinking for a long time, Granpuwen slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Nowadays, the old method probably doesn't work anymore. Otherwise, why don't we just push that Master Horn to be the Pope?"

In Grampven's opinion, the boy had contracted the witch's disease and would not live for more than a few days.

"Okay!" Tang Li's eyes lit up. The one who needed a scapegoat had finally arrived. "In that case, you will be in charge of this matter!"

"I, I didn't mean that." Grampven was dumbfounded. He looked at him as if he was meeting Townley for the first time.

"Little Grampven," Townley said earnestly, "You were the one who came up with this idea. You should be the one who is most familiar with this. It is most appropriate for you to do it."

"But how could I have done it all by myself?" said Grampven.

"As for your matter, we didn't tell you what to do. We didn't tell you anything. There is nothing that says we must do this or that for you, right? Everything depends on human effort. How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?"

"Yes, yes, we are here to help you and at most give you some suggestions."

Looking at this group of old foxes with upturned lips, Grampven had no idea what to do. His wife's illness was all cured by those magics, otherwise why would he be willing to join the secret party?

"Okay." With veins throbbing, Grampven agreed. "Then may I ask you to give me a suggestion? Let's make an assumption. If someone wants His Highness Horn to be the Pope, how can we get him to agree?
We can't force him, he has a witch with incredible fighting power guarding him."

Their original intention was to use the ancient electoral law and Madeleine's indecisive character to first use the friendship and favors between relatives and friends to put him in a position where he would find it difficult to refuse.

If he refuses, we will be at loggerheads, and we can then just use tough measures.

But when the target was changed to Horn, they were surprised to find that the above methods seemed to be ineffective. What should they do?

At this moment, Chilvis, who had been silent before, had a gleam in his eyes. He coughed lightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Regarding this, I do have an idea. Ahem, no, no, no, let's say someone has such a plan. You know His Royal Highness the Saint Grandson, who comes from a place called Moulin Rouge Village..."

(End of this chapter)