Rebirth of the Viking King

at the same time

Principality of France, Imperial City Paris.

Father Francis opened his heavy eyelids. He forcefully lifted up a long pink leg that was pressing on him.

After getting off the bed, he hummed a little tune and put on the thick embroidered robe. When he was done, he didn't forget to pat the soft cheek of the girl on the bed.

"I never thought that one day I would be able to sleep with a French singer."

"Being an envoy of the kingdom is really a powerful medicine for young girls! No wonder so many people are desperately trying to climb up!"

“Standing at the top of the peak, the scenery is indeed infinitely beautiful!”

"Praise Loki! Praise the Holy Lord!"

The exquisite silk robe clings to the skin, bringing a silky touch like running water. Walking barefoot to the fire, Father Francis grabbed a cold croissant, skewered it with tongs, and held it close to the fire.

The fragrant butter aroma spread out, and the old dean ignored the hot bread and stretched out his hand to tear it open.

When the fine tissue like layers of golden gauze appeared, he sighed again: "When it comes to eating, these French guys know how to eat!"

"They can actually make simple bread look like a work of art, layered on top of each other, as exquisite as a honeycomb! This is truly amazing craftsmanship."

"Oh, right"

"Why should I eat the leftovers from today's lunch? Is it a bad habit acquired by living with those poor Vikings for a long time?!"

"No way! If the canary on the bed sees this, how can I still hang out in Paris in the future! She must not think of me as a vulgar nouveau riche?!"

The old dean immediately put down the half-eaten bread in his hand. He grabbed the butler's bell on the table and gently rang it twice. The pleasant and clear ringing sound came out. After just two breaths, there were three moderate knocks on the bedroom door.

Francis shouted "Come in."

The French butler wearing a smart black robe has appeared behind him.

"Call some maids to come in, clear the food on the table and throw it away."

"Oh, and send someone immediately to the Golden Lily Cafe on the corner to buy me some freshly baked croissants. I want the ones with caramel sauce and chocolate sauce!"

"Buy me some lemon cake with custard pudding, too, and don't forget to get two cups of coffee."

"Sleeping with women is really laborious work."

After muttering all his requests softly, Francis was surprised to find that the old butler hadn't left yet.

"Sir, from the Federation of French Merchants"

Before the butler finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Dean Francis.

"not see!"

"Damn it, I told you a long time ago that I won't see anyone! There are only two whale oil sellers in such a big city, and the Cold Stone family accounts for 80% of the share! I have to wait for another two months. Just get a reasonable price! ”

The old dean waved his hand, turned and walked towards the room.

"That's fine if I didn't come. Only when I came did I realize that these bastards have been taking advantage of us for so many years."

"They used some broken grain and cheap weapons to take hundreds of thousands of gold coins from the Vikings' pockets!"

"I just want to tell them that from the moment Lord Francis enters this city, I have the final say on the Viking whale oil!"

"It really made me anxious. I asked the fleet to sail directly to Constantinople! Anyway, it is a hard work once a year, and it is not less than this month's journey."

It has been five months since the Consul General's Office in the Normandy Region opened its doors. Most of the interviews that Reverend Francis received were from the owners of major soap factories, candle factories, oil paint factories, cosmetic workshops and sex toy shops.

Everyone wants to get as much whale oil quota as possible. At the same time, they also hope to use bribery to get the old imam to lower the price internally.

Of course, a shrewd man like Francis would not consider such a suggestion from this group of vampires "right now".

Therefore, he has been closed to customers for four months.

It's like making a pot of stew.

Whale oil is an indispensable blending agent for soaps, paints and women's cosmetics. This valuable resource will never be in need of a buyer. With key resources in hand, the old leader has to stew until they are scratching their heads and scratching their heads, in order to achieve the best results.

"Haha! It's good if I don't raise the price for you. Do you still want to fill your position at a low price?"

"There's no way!"

With a contemptuous smile on his lips, the old patriarch scratched the finely trimmed beard on his lips. Just as he was about to close the door, he was surprised to find that the old butler was still standing there.

"how?"

The old housekeeper pursed his lips and said respectfully: "Master Francis, the person here today is not that group of craftsmen."

"The person visiting today is the president of the French Federation of Merchants, Mr. "Diamond Flower" Durand Solonis."

"This is his name card."

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There are 7 commercial streets in Paris, 3 of which are owned exclusively by the Solonis family.

In other words, nearly half of the shops in the city are owned by their family.

The name "Duran Solonis" is known to everyone in Paris. All people doing business in this city, whether shipping or purchasing goods, must go through the registration and unified dispatch of the Chamber of Commerce.

In this way, the chamber of commerce can not only protect the interests of foreign merchants and prevent them from purchasing fake goods. It can also uniformly adjust the prices of goods to avoid vicious competition among merchants or malicious hoarding of goods.

Paris has become the luxury capital of the Western Continent, largely due to the Merchants' Federation.

According to common sense, this living Buddha, who has the same status as Edward "Long Legs", would never take the initiative to visit the diplomats of a small and marginal country like Francis.

You know, even when the Duke got married, the arrogant French didn't even send an envoy.

At this time, the president came to look for him late at night. Father Francis subconsciously thought that he must have no good intentions.

"Okay, I understand."

"Go and greet him first, show him around and see the output of my 'Normandy Region'."

"I'll wash my face and come back later."

After buying this mansion, Francis's house remained empty and unoccupied for a long time. In the past, apart from the fallen women he recruited into his house, the only people who came most often were some small owners of handicraft workshops.

"Diamond Flower" Durang was the first big fish to take the initiative to visit him after he accepted the job. Father Francis found a dark blue thick robe and put it on. Before leaving, he took out a little cologne and dabbed it on his temples and both sides of his wrists.

"very good."

"I look so damn civilized now!"

Expressing great satisfaction with his appearance, he walked quickly down the stairs.

He didn't even notice that the soprano actress brought back from the opera house had opened her beautiful eyes on the bed.