When the Saint comes, she does not collect food.

After suppressing the coup, Hohen rose early the next day.

Perhaps it was because a weight had been lifted from his heart, he felt much more refreshed.

Last night, after imprisoning Tomly, Hohen quickly sent people to put Kirvis and Grampman under house arrest.

These two were Tomly's key subordinates, but Hohen still needed them to contact the secret society, so he only placed them under house arrest.

As for Tomly himself, Hohen wasn't a devil; he merely gave him ten lashes, breaking his legs to prevent him from escaping.

As for how to administer the remaining thirty lashes in installments, and whether there would be interest, that would depend on the cooperation of Kirvis and Grampman.

After sending people to control all aspects of the monastery, Hohen immediately went to the monastery's warehouse to inspect the spoils of war.

You see, previously, these places in the warehouse were controlled by Tomly and others. If Hohen wanted something, he actually had to notify Grampman in advance.

And they might not even give it to him! If you asked, the answer was always no!

Was there still law? Was there still justice?

Was the treasury of the Papal States his Tomly's family's, or my Galar's family's!

"Your Excellency, this way please."

Led by a treasurer monk, Hohen, guarded by several pontifical guards, followed the monk slowly forward.

The corridor in front of them was about two shoulders wide, the ground paved with marble, with carvings of vines and acanthus leaves winding around.

The faint fragrance of maidenhair fern drifted into the narrow corridor through the rose windows, and the smell of books, ink, and the musty odor of wood almost turned into brownish-black smoke, floating in front of Hohen.

"Your Excellency, this is our indulgence warehouse," the treasurer monk opened a wooden door. "We just received a beautiful edition of indulgence printing plates from Norn."

Hohen remained noncommittal and stepped into the room, which was about the size of a study.

Seven or eight bundles of indulgences were tied with hemp rope in boxes and on the ground, while under the window sills, various printing plates were scattered in a mess.

"Please look, Your Excellency, if someone kills their own blood relatives, such as parents, siblings, they must buy this kind of indulgence," the treasurer monk said, picking up a bundle of indulgences from a box. "One is 20 dinars, and they need to buy about 10 to 20 depending on the circumstances."

After speaking, the treasurer monk picked up another bundle of indulgences from the other side: "If someone wants to remarry after killing their wife, they buy this one, one is 10 dinars, or buy this large whole sheet, one is 50 dinars, which is more convenient."

"Or this one, this is the latest printed one, consanguinity sin, 4 dinars."

"If someone commits bestiality or chicken-related sins, for example, someone had relations with a giant lizard last month, they buy this kind, 2 gold pounds."

The treasurer monk introduced the bundles of indulgences as if reciting a family treasure, but Hohen shifted his gaze to the printing plates not far away.

"Do you use this kind of wooden printing plate for all your printing?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, we generally use printing plates."

"Have you ever tried to disassemble the letters and put them together for printing?"

"Oh, you're just talking about movable type printing. I'm ignorant, but I've heard of it."

Hohen's heart tightened, somewhat disappointed. He originally thought he had finally found a way to make a fortune.

The treasurer monk picked up a printing plate: "Movable type printing exists, but it's more expensive than printing plates, we simply can't afford it."

"Why?"

A set of movable type is made of metal, which may indeed be more expensive than printing plates, but it can be reused many times to print different books. Isn't that better than printing plates?

"Because ordinary metal type can't hold ink, only special ink can hold it, but that's too expensive," the treasurer monk said with a smile, pushing open the door. "That's about it for the indulgence warehouse. Do you have anything else to ask?"

"Let's go to the next room."

"As you wish, Your Excellency."

Following behind the treasurer priest, Hohen toured the entire warehouse, until the last two rooms.

"Your Highness, this room is called the Ice Chamber North, connected to the cellar. We take ice from here in the summer. As for this room, it's the Money Chamber, storing land deeds, gold, silver, and IOUs."

Hohen knew the main event was coming: "Take me in to see."

Using a lock, he opened two iron doors, and three large boxes were placed separately, each containing gold and silver coins, land deeds, and IOUs.

The treasurer monk opened the largest box, and golden light instantly filled Hohen's eyes.

Walking forward, Hohen picked up a gold pound and examined it carefully.

When he was an accounting apprentice at the grocery merchant guild, Hohen wasn't qualified to touch such high-end currency.

Now that he could touch it with his own hands, he naturally had to examine it carefully.

According to the accounting master in Highfort City, this gold pound, according to the royal coinage standard, is about one French inch (3 centimeters) in diameter, uses 90% pure gold, and weighs about 1 ounce (30 grams).

The front of the gold pound is printed with the heads of the successive Holy Air Emperors, and the back is printed with the Sacred Tree supporting the world.

The Imperial Coinage Act stipulates that one gold pound is forcibly exchanged for one pound of silver.

One pound of silver is then cast into 120 dinars, and one dinar is about 10 French points (2.2 centimeters), weighing about one-eighth of an ounce (3.8 grams).

The coinage rights of the dinar are mostly delegated to the dukes, so the patterns printed on them are varied, with some printing their own heads and others printing their family crests.

Duke Maenon of Fran even printed his own little hound on the dinar, which was jokingly called Dogecoin.

As for the price of one dinar in exchange for copper coins, it fluctuates between 30 and 60, which can buy half a gallon to two gallons of grain.

According to previous estimates, Hohen's family's 25 acres of land can produce about 2200 pounds of rice fruit.

After deducting the tithe of 220 pounds for the church, the in-kind land rent of 220 pounds for the knight, 250 pounds for next year's seed grain, and 500 pounds for rations and reserve grain, the remaining 1010 pounds of rice fruit can be sold for 112 dinars.

From these 112 dinars, continue to deduct the monetary land rent of 50 dinars for the knight and the church, the poll tax of 5 dinars, and the rental fee and fodder loss of 24 dinars for the armed farmers.

Plus the repair and damage of farm tools and houses, the dry food and bribes brought by the church and knights when working for them for free, and some miscellaneous expenses, 13 dinars.

Hohen's family's annual property income is 244 dinars, with a surplus of only a mere 20 dinars.

What is the purchasing power of these 20 dinars?

Equivalent to five linen smocks, equivalent to a yoke, equivalent to a cream lark tongue on a noble banquet, a simple appetizer.

These 20 dinars are still based on the fact that when Old Galar was around, the family had three strong laborers, and grain could be sold for one dinar per gallon.

Since Hohen went to Highfort to work, he had to hire migrant workers because the knight's land was not allowed to be abandoned.

According to the unspoken rules of the Fugitive Slave Act, you must pay enough to the knight to avoid being captured and having your "illegal income" confiscated.

Otherwise, once a public farmer makes a small fortune in the city, the knights will immediately find slave hunters or personally capture him back and confiscate his property, and even kidnap his family to threaten him.

The knight's castle is the real gangster's lair.

Hohen persevered in gnawing on black bread and sending his wages home, but the result was either being divided by the villagers or being taken by the knight by force.

At the moment, this small box contains a total of 125 gold pounds, 344 dinars, and countless copper coins.

Equivalent to 63 years of total income or 767 years of annual surplus of Hohen's family's real estate.

Dust floated in the light, and the warm sunlight fell into the box, reflecting glittering golden light.

When Hohen reached into this pile of gold coins, the touch was smooth and cold.

It was like stirring a bowl of thick blood.

ps: Checking information, it's a bit late, there will be another chapter later.