The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1293 Eating phase
Although they were prepared, the people in Puertoliano still did not expect Cabrera to eat in such an ugly way.

However, Mayor Volta was relieved. As long as the other party put forward conditions, it would be easy to deal with. It would only cost money to avoid disaster.

In fact, they had already prepared a sum of money before the Austrian Empire came, but they didn't expect to use it against the Austrians, but used it against the Spanish government army.

"Your Excellency Marshal, please come this way. We have already prepared military pay, wine and food to reward the three armies."

This time Cabrera finally dismounted and went to the town hall with the celebrities and gentry of Puertoliano, where a sumptuous banquet and boxes full of silver coins had been prepared.

"Your Excellency Marshal, here are 100,000 Real silver coins. Consider it a token of your welcome to the royal army to restore the country. Please accept it."

Cabrera ordered his men to open and inspect each box one by one, leaving Puertoliano and other celebrities aside.

A quarter of an hour later, the adjutant reported back.

"Your Excellency Marshal, it is true that the silver coins are not adulterated and are not mixed with copper coins."

Only then did Cabrera turn around and smile.

"You did a good job, but Mr. Volta, what about His Majesty's share?"

At this time, all the celebrities in Puertoliano widened their eyes. They did not expect the other party to be so shameless, and they did not expect the other party to have such a big appetite.

In the past, the governor of Isabel II’s era could be sent away with 10,000 or 20,000 reais, but now this guy doesn’t even have 100,000, and he wants 200,000.

Mayor Volta took a deep breath, looked at the celebrities and gentry around him and winked, and everyone had to shut up.

"Your Excellency Marshal, we have of course prepared gifts for His Majesty, but please give us three days."

Cabrera said with some embarrassment.

"Three days is too long. Three hours!"

"Three hours?" Mayor Volta's forehead was already sweating, but he still spoke through gritted teeth.

"Just three hours. Mr. Tabor, Mr. DeLora still needs your help. I will go find Mr. Vasino."

Cabrera grabbed Mayor Volta's hand and walked towards the long table.

"Mr. Mayor, please don't go. Come have lunch with us, or the food will be cold by the time you get back."

The celebrities all looked at Mayor Volta, who pressed his hand to signal everyone to be patient. He could only bite the bullet and arrange for everyone to sit down.

The atmosphere at the table was a little cold. After all, most people began to ponder whether this was really like inviting a wolf into the house.

Even more annoying was the fact that Cabrera's men were counting the coins and re-rolling them into packages.

The sound of picking out coins was irritating, and Mayor Volta rubbed his hands awkwardly and looked at Cabrera.

"Your Excellency Marshal, what are you doing?"

"Count the military pay. Mr. Mayor, don't you know? Sometimes, some people with dirty hands will do something secretly.

Of course. Mr. Mayor, I trust you absolutely, but I don’t want you to be deceived. Haha!”

Mayor Volta could only smile awkwardly.

The whole scene was very awkward and quiet, and Cabrera noticed this, so he spoke.

"Have I come to a cemetery? It's so dead and gloomy?"

"Please invite the band!"

Mayor Volta quickly apologized with a smile.

After three hours of hard work, the 100,000 real silver coins were finally collected. On the other side, the soldiers also completed the inventory.

"Report to the Marshal, the total is 100,001 reais."

Cabrera nodded with satisfaction, picked up a one-real silver coin and said.

"What's going on with this real?" Mayor Volta was scratching his head, not knowing how to explain, when Cabrera slammed the silver coin on the table.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mayor. I'm not a greedy person. I won't ask you for a single silver coin more."

Mayor Volta finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Mayor, the country is in danger now. You rich people should also share the country's worries."

Cabrera said this with deep sorrow, and the celebrities and gentlemen around him could only echo him.

"Your Excellency Marshal, you are right."

"Remember, just pay the same amount on this day every month. I believe you can do it."

After saying this, Cabrera patted Mayor Volta on the shoulder. The former ignored the latter who was standing there in a daze and walked away.

"Mr. Mayor? Mr. Mayor?"

Someone patted Mayor Volta on the shoulder, and suddenly Volta fell to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Mr. Mayor! What's wrong with you? Call a doctor!"

After a long time, Volta slowly woke up.

"Mr. Mayor, you are awake."

Volta said with a smile in response to the greetings from the doctor and everyone.

"I'm fine. Dr. Karl, can you and your assistant please leave first?"

Dr. Carl is also an intelligent man. It is better to avoid such discussions among important figures, otherwise one might die without knowing how.

Immediately after the doctors and assistants left, someone couldn't help it anymore.

"Mr. Volta, 200,000 reais is not enough to feed Cabrera. And it's not 200,000 reais per year, he wants 200,000 reais per month.

That's 2.4 million reais a year, and the entire Spanish income is only tens of millions of reais a year. His appetite is really too big!"

"Mr. Volta, we can't let them do whatever they want!"

"They took all the money, so what are we going to eat?"

"We have to show them how powerful we are, otherwise they won't know how powerful we are!"

"right!."

"Nonsense!" Mayor Volta coughed angrily.

"Have you forgotten what frightened the Austrians? Do you really think Cabrera wouldn't dare to kill anyone?

I tell you that Carlos VI slaughtered people all the way to the throne, even the capital Madrid was not spared! The Austrians at least tried to reason with you, but these beasts of the Carlists will not reason with you.

You are courting death by doing this!"

Although the celebrities in Puertoliano were somewhat dissatisfied, they did not continue to clamor for something to be done.

"Are we just going to die then?"

Someone said unconvinced.

"Don't worry, there are people who are more anxious than you. Just wait! We in Puertoliano at least have money and food, but the surrounding small cities will be the first to collapse.

When someone can't stand it anymore, there will be a turnaround. They can't just kill us all. If we're all dead, who will pay their taxes?"

"Should we contact the Austrians?"

In fact, for the nobles and celebrities of Puertoliano, the hypocritical emperor of the Habsburg family is much more reliable than these two monsters of the Bourbon family. At least the latter has some shame.

Although the Austrian Empire had many rules, at least they made sense. Although the Carlos faction had only one rule, the rule of "my words are the rules" was really unbearable.