Chapter 1316 - 1234: Gilater
Among the numerous lucky individuals, Gilles was considered the luckiest one.
The bright spring sunshine fell on the walls, and the carriage behind him, with the help of the soldiers, unloaded the luggage one by one.
Former Upper Seine County Governor Gilles Guisbach carried the suitcase and looked up at this ancient monastery.
It was located in the most central section of the palace area of Fishing City, directly opposite the famous Dresen Gallery.
However, at this moment, this gallery has been transformed into an art museum.
With just a 1 Dinar 5 Farren ticket, outsiders are allowed to come in and visit.
However, some areas are under renovation and not open for exhibition, as they need repair after being stripped by the soldiers.
For example, the gems on those columns, the gold leaf, those exquisite gilded vessels, all of which are extremely valuable.
The gold will be used as gold reserves for the Holy Alliance to deal with emergencies.
As for the gems, porcelain vases, and gilded vessels, some will be left for auction, while others will be sent to Falan to exchange for foreign currency.
Falan is very wealthy, so both the military and official side of the Holy Alliance aim to share Falan’s money.
As for where Gilles lived, it was the residence of officers and high monks of the Holy Alliance.
Its exterior seemed simple, but given that it’s located in this palace area, how could the interior be simple?
Those fattened bishops and monks, if anyone has to suffer, it wouldn’t be themselves.
Jeanne peacefully used this place as the new High Monk’s family compound for the Jewel Federation, conveniently unifying security.
"Daddy, is this going to be our new house?" Gilles’ five-year-old daughter, Svea, looked up and asked unclearly, "It’s so ugly."
"This isn’t our house; it’s everyone’s house. You’ll get to know a lot of new friends here." Gilles smiled as he patted his daughter’s head.
Next to this monastery, a primary school will be established in the future, exclusively for the families of these stationed soldiers.
After all, by Holy Alliance standards, the education resources in Fishing City are indeed poor.
If they don’t bring their own primary school, the Priest acting as administrative monks might express disapproval.
Forget about middle school, there isn’t even a decent primary school.
Don’t they know primary school is the most crucial five years in a Holy Alliance person’s life?
Even Gilles, used connections everywhere to send his two sons to the boarding school in Joan of Arc Castle, instead of bringing them here.
The Holy Alliance doesn’t have a privilege or hereditary system; even if you are a Cardinal’s son, you have to pass the exams honestly.
Additionally, there’s the publicity from the Holy Council, as the Holy Alliance values education greatly.
For instance, Gilles himself came from a background of taking exams, progressing step by step through middle school, college, and further.
Of course, the rewards were exceptionally generous as well.
He graduated in 1450, entering the Holy Alliance bureaucracy at the age of twenty.
Now in 1460, within ten years, he had risen to the position of Shepherd Leader of Immortal Stone Field, indeed a matter of timing and fate.
"Anyway, it’s much better than our previous house." Guisbach Lady, having glanced up, had no complaints.
She was a wool merchant’s daughter, her childhood home a shop, living above, the store below.
So even living in a row villa in Upper Seine didn’t matter to her; swapping to a monastery-style shared room was no cause for complaint.
As the saying goes, if you want to be the wife of a general, you must marry him while he’s still a soldier.
Madam Guisbach chose to marry Gilles just as he got into middle school.
Later, after graduating from the university, since he studied hydraulic engineering and the New Five Counties were exactly short of people,
He went on to become the Priest-in-Charge.
Due to doing exceptionally well on water facilities and infrastructure tasks, ranking first in all indicators,
Within three years, he was promoted to deputy County Monastery leader (commonly referred to as County Governor).
However, soon after taking office, three leaders above him fell during a minor purge.
As the only innocent member, he was promoted three levels in a row, becoming the acting County Governor of Upper Seine County.
Later, with Gilles’ efforts, it took five years to remove the temporary status.
Then inexplicably, he was elected as the Shepherd Leader of the New Jewel Federation.
Lady Guisbach thus became the Shepherd Leader’s wife.
Thinking back to the beginning, Lady Guisbach’s dowry was just a dilapidated carriage; it can be said the investment return rate was astonishingly high.
The couple supported each other till today, giving birth to two sons and a daughter, thanking the progress of Holy Alliance divine miracles, they all survived.
"Come, let’s go inside and take a look." Taking her daughter’s hand, just over thirty, Lady Guisbach lifted her skirt and ran towards the house.
"Be careful." Gilles smiled and instructed, then quickly walked with the suitcase.
Passing by Angel’s Basket, through the empty alcove, in front of the floral shaped door column, a room akin to a large flat surface appeared before the eyes.
The draped curtains, the brocade chairs with gold threads, the bed adorned with exquisite velvet drapes, vases by the window.
Gilles’ room was on the third floor, opening the window, seeing the gallery across the street.
If you walked to the side, it was a small garden like a winding stream.
The three-member family looked around the room, touching this and that, expressing unspeakable satisfaction.
Although Horn called for thrift, it wasn’t a show of hard thrift either.
Having a good house but not living in it, insisting the high monks live in the cottages, what a ridiculous idea?
Moreover, Horn didn’t let them live in the Gwynethkin Palace but in such a monastery.
To try his best to reduce their aristocratic mindset, to avoid assimilation.
"I still feel somewhat unreal." Sitting on the soft bed, Lady Guisbach murmured.
"What feels unreal?"
"Are you now already a Shepherd Leader of a Federation?"
Gilles smiled but didn’t know what to say.
Now, as Horn said, the Holy Alliance was in a "County Nation Co-existence," a situation where direct counties and federations simultaneously existed.
Although federations were called federations, looking at how they were established, one would know this was only called federation due to Holy Alliance’s management deficiency.
If Holy Alliance were willing to move its capital to Xia Lvcheng, naturally, it could be directly under jurisdiction.
But now, due to the unique zone advantages of ry Court Barracks, it’s impossible to move the capital.
Moreover, Horn fears the future corruption of the Holy Alliance, thus leaving backups in various places to guard against eventualities.
But even though it’s called a federation, the appointment of its Shepherd Leader must still go through the Cardinal Group of ry Court Barracks.
The authority of a federated Shepherd Leader lies merely in domestic personnel and financial power; military power still rests in Holy Alliance’s hands.
Similar to a County Governor, the Shepherd Leader likewise has to receive tasks and complete indicators from Horn.
If not completed, the arbitration court is supposed to visit for talks and even removal from position.
And why he could ascend so luckily, apart from him being an Immortal Stone Field person, truly was incomprehensible.
So, in life, one not only has to rely on personal hard work but also on...
"Knock knock knock!"
Gilles’ thoughts were interrupted by the knocking; he stood up, "I’ll get it."
He walked through the living room to the entrance, opened the door, and saw a group of people.
They were all wearing the monk’s attire of the Holy Alliance, holding apple wine with ribbons tied as a housewarming gift.
He already recognized many familiar faces or faces familiar from documents among them.
"Brother Gilles, from today, we’re sharing this mission."
This person he recognized, the County Governor of neighboring Red Sand County, an old officer nearly fifty, with a set of big beards.
Handing over the apple wine, Gilles naturally engaged in a chat, inviting his colleagues inside.
Pouring coffee for everyone, Gilles took a sip and sighed, "Although I am the County Governor, the details still depend on Her Highness Jeanne, especially now with the vampire invasion..."
"Indeed, indeed!" Everyone echoed.
"How about, instead of waiting for another day, since we are all here today, shall we go see Her Highness Jeanne?"
"I’m afraid not."
"Why?"
"Her Highness Jeanne is still sieging, to be exact, staging a siege."