When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#699 - Griffin!

Huo En stood beside the sugar press, coldly observing the subtle silence before him.

Before bringing out this double-roller press, he had already experimented with it, and its efficiency was more than twice that of the wooden lever type.

Using a wooden lever sugar press, one could probably only squeeze less than 800 pounds of sweet branches per day, while this double-roller type only required two people to operate and could press about 2000 pounds of sweet branches per day.

The original sweet branch plantation owners were limited by the pressing speed and economic environment, so the actual production expansion speed was far below normal.

But with these sugar mills, the only thing Huo En had to consider was the number of sugar workshops in Langsand County and the port's throughput.

On the surface, there was no expression, but the sugar pressing demonstration undoubtedly caused no small wave in the hearts of the secret party wizards.

Sure enough, after a few wizards discussed in low voices for a while, one of the middle-aged wizards stood up cautiously.

"Your Highness," he cleared his throat, his tone tinged with a bit of probing, "This sugar press is indeed ingenious, but if we want to build sugar workshops, you said to try to ensure that each sugar workshop gets orders, but how are these orders allocated? Who will allocate them?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding wizards immediately pricked up their ears, holding their breath and staring at Huo En.

Obviously, this was the issue they were most concerned about.

A smile appeared on the corner of Huo En's mouth, he slowly strolled to the sugar press, gently patted the solid wooden gears, and then looked up at the wizard who asked the question: "To be honest, I don't know.

However, I will choose an honest, trustworthy, and capable person, appointed by me personally, to be responsible for the allocation of these orders."

"You mean?"

"I need you to make the right choices at the right time." Huo En could only helplessly hint, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Support... As soon as the words fell, the wizards reacted.

Immediately, a secret party wizard rushed out: "Your Highness, this is a calendar I brought from the Kingdom of Fran, using the most top-notch colored drawing technology, the patterns on it are images of rare flowers, symbolizing your career blooming like flowers."

"Ah?"

Looking at the calendar in his hand, Huo En was a little dazed, he couldn't blatantly say that he was preparing to clean up the criminal secret party, so he hoped that in the security war, these moderates would stand with him.

But obviously, the wizards misunderstood.

"Your Highness, this snake-man obsidian statue is a statue used by an ancient snake-man priest, extremely rare!"

"Your Highness, please accept this two-headed crocodile, it is definitely a treasure that is not even in the Fran royal palace."

"Your Highness, this is my daughter... If you don't like it, this is my son..."

Huo En wanted to explain, but seeing the wizards so enthusiastic, he couldn't say it directly, so he had to put on his signature fake smile and agree to everything.

Those wizards who had prepared gifts were now extremely happy, with excited expressions on their faces, as if they already felt they were sure of victory.

And those wizards who were originally indifferent and didn't prepare much, had sweat dripping from their foreheads.

The wizards came forward to present gifts one after another, the gifts were all kinds of strange treasures, rare herbs, mutant creatures, ancient Elven relics, small magical creatures, all kinds of things were placed all over the ground, enough for Huo En to open a botanical garden or a zoo.

Huo En himself was not very interested in these gifts, he was only interested in things with practical and research value, but these things were not useless, they were really useless.

Finally, his gaze fell on a gift in the corner packed in a large box, this was the last one.

This gift looked completely different from the exquisite treasures around it, the appearance of the large box was simple and unadorned, even a little rough.

The garlic-nosed wizard standing aside was a little nervous, but he immediately stood up and said, bowing, "Your Highness, inside is a very rare creature, I think you will be interested!"

Saying that, he pulled the rope, the baffle fell, and the surrounding secret parties all exclaimed.

Even Huo En, who was originally uninterested, opened his eyes wide in confusion and surprise: "This is—a griffin?"

Like the giant spiders of Thousand River Valley and the slimes of Black Snake Bay, the vast land at the southernmost tip of the continent, Griffin Horn, also has a special creature, and that is the griffin.

As a creature with the head of an eagle and the body of a lion with wings, they live year-round on the cliffs of the canyons at the southern end of the continent, and feed on large fish and cattle and sheep.

Due to its carnivorous nature and huge appetite, and it often cannibalizes, its numbers are small and its territory is very large.

The former Griffin Horn was full of this creature, but with the Fran's hundreds of years of development, the number of griffins has decreased year by year, and a large number of griffins have migrated to the islands.

But their vengeful character has not disappeared because of this, and even now, the Fran's colony [pioneer land] in Griffin Horn and the Cod Fort-Storm Cape route are often attacked by griffins.

Huo En had seen pictures and descriptions of griffins in many books, but this was the first time he had seen a living griffin.

A few rays of light penetrated through the thick iron bars, hitting its golden-brown fur and dark wings.

On that lion-like body, spots of light from the shade of the trees fell on the white golden eagle's head, actually reflecting a scale-like luster.

Huo En was not mistaken, he did not expect that this unknown small secret party actually brought a griffin as a gift!

The griffin, which was three times larger than a warhorse, curled up into a ball, it seemed that it had not yet adapted to the light, just listlessly pecking at the iron cage with its eagle beak, making dull sounds.

Several constables around immediately rushed in front of Huo En.

The garlic-nosed secret party rubbed his hands: "Everyone don't worry, these railings are made of fine iron, it is sick and doesn't eat, it has no strength to hurt Lord Huo En."

Standing on tiptoe, Huo En poked his eyes out from the shoulders of the guards: "This is a rare thing, where did you get it from?"

"It was sold to us by the snake-man tribe." The garlic-nosed man nodded and bowed, but with a hint of complacency, "Luck favored me, it should be a sick old griffin, lost in the Green Dragon Forest, but was picked up by the snake-men, these snake-men don't know the goods, I gave them some ironware, and they sent the griffin here."

Huo En couldn't help but smile, he was just saying that he wanted to set aside a yard to make a zoo, but now the pillar has been delivered.

Looking at the majestic old griffin, Duwalon couldn't help but ask: "Can this griffin be ridden? Like riding it to fly into the sky."

"I'm afraid not." The garlic-nosed secret party shook his head, "You don't know, some animals in this world cannot be tamed, they are born to yearn for freedom."

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In history, the Fran and the Normans have successively tried to tame griffins as mounts for high-level knights.

Griffins can be tamed, but cannot be domesticated, and their temperament is too violent and has a high degree of instability, maybe the previous second they are still rubbing against you, and the next second the eagle's beak will lift the heavenly spirit cover.

In the Leopard Palace of the Golden Horn Bay Holy See City, there are two griffins raised as tributes.

But most of the time, they are locked tightly with iron chains, as a topic of conversation and ornament for the nobles to marvel at.

"What a pity." Duwalon was visibly frustrated.

Huo En patted him on the shoulder: "What a pity, you wait a few more years, I guarantee that you don't need a griffin, you can also fly."

After comforting Duwalon, Huo En originally wanted to step forward and take a closer look at this rare thing, but in a trance, he didn't know why he suddenly stopped.

It was not until he withdrew his steps that he belatedly reacted.

Is it an illusion? Or did he really smell a bloody smell? Looking at the dying griffin, Huo En's sight somehow stayed on the griffin's chest.

"Pfft..." A subtle sound came, and Huo En's whole body stood on end.

Almost at the moment when his sight shifted to his chest, a line of blood suddenly appeared on the griffin's chest and abdomen, feathers and organs shot out to both sides at the same time.

The green gastric juice splashed on the floor, making a sizzling sound, and a black figure shorter than Huo En passed through the narrow railings like a ghost.

The long sword reflected the sun's spots of light, flashing through Huo En's eyes, and the intuition tempered in countless wars made him immediately draw out the Blood Covering Cloud from his waist.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the black shadow came from a few steps away to close at hand.

The sword wind swept across the collars of two constables, passing precisely between their shoulders.

At the moment when Huo En barely raised the Blood Covering Cloud, a surge of great force came from the sword.

The silver-white demon hunter steel sword and the light red Blood Covering Cloud rubbed out a string of sparks, and the sword tip made of holy silver slid past his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Huo En used all his strength to twist the Blood Covering Cloud, thanks to his swordsmanship training with Jeanne, he deflected this sword.

The sword tip almost brushed past his neck, but a piercing pain still came from above his collarbone.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

"Assassin, there is an assassin from the Holy See!"

Although this attack failed to kill him, the constables on both sides were so frightened that their hair stood on end, they rushed towards the black shadow together, and before the second sword could be stabbed out, they directly pressed the black shadow to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the music of the dance outside suddenly stopped, followed by a series of roars and screams.

"Ah—"

"Holy Gun, Holy Gun!"

"A demon hunter has sneaked in!"

"Beware of fireball!"