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How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 184: The King’s Chicken (1)
Henri IV, the rightful, legitimate, and only king of France, was enjoying each day lately.
Listen to those greedy cheers and moans coming from all over France.
"How many... francs is this?"
"Nothing special... altogether 3,000 livres."
"Oh, Lord. Look at this quality! It has a different charm from Russian fur!"
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The fur trade was flourishing.
As a traditional European luxury item and necessity, it lived up to its reputation as a product that had always been a source of funds for Northern Europe and Russia.
Once New World furs were released in various types and price ranges, the margins obtained in between were not to be taken lightly.
"Now we can get aluminum directly without importing it from England? Why is it so difficult to find a decent brooch..."
"Well, the amount brought by licensed merchants is this much, but all the nobles in Paris are obsessed with getting it, so isn't that natural? When the same item is resold again and again, the price jumps several times in no time."
Moreover, with the timely trend of the New World's white gold, aluminum (of course instigated by Henri himself), Henri once again seized the supply chain and reaped enormous profits. His strategic foresight had allowed him to monopolize this revolutionary metal before his European rivals fully grasped its potential. The lightweight yet strong material quickly became essential for both practical applications and as a symbol of wealth, commanding prices that rivaled gold. Savvy merchants under Henri's patronage established exclusive trading routes that funneled the precious resource directly to French ports, bypassing traditional trading hubs and their associated tariffs.
On top of that, it was revealed that seedless grapes from the New World were not just English boasting or legend. These remarkable fruits, previously dismissed as tavern tales or exaggerated reports from dubious explorers, proved to be genuine agricultural marvels. French viticulturists, initially skeptical, soon became enthralled with the possibilities these unique cultivars presented, experimenting with cross-breeding them with traditional French varieties to create entirely new strains that thrived in the diverse regions of France.
Their sweet wine also became an indispensable entertainment at banquets, selling like hotcakes. The distinctive flavor profile – a perfect balance of sweetness and complexity with notes of exotic fruits unknown to European palates – captivated the nobility across the continent. Courtiers and diplomats would specifically request these New World vintages, elevating their status from novelty to necessity at any gathering of importance. Merchants who secured even small quantities found themselves besieged by wealthy patrons willing to pay extraordinary sums.
And the flow of all this trade rolled in Henri IV's hands.
The debt that had seemed impossible to repay in this lifetime was gradually being cleared, and the empty royal treasury was slowly filling up.
His desired rebuilding of France and the French monarchy was no longer a dream.
Everything was thanks to exchanges with the New World, the mysterious native empire of Virginia. He couldn't help but think that things were going smoothly as they became allies.
However.
"I too, as a chief, would be sad if I could only feed my tribe members one chicken per week."
"Not being able to eat one chicken every day. That's sad. Are there so few chickens here too?"
"Uh... this is chicken? I thought it was a chick."
"Oh! It really was chicken! How fascinating. How did you raise it like this? Did you deliberately make it smaller? The taste is a bit lacking, but interesting!"
"..."
This was slightly too much.
Of course, he understood the intention. By boasting of Virginia's overwhelming wealth, they sought to gain some advantage in future friendly relations.
Such a move wasn't all bad. No, it was rather beneficial to him.
Thanks to the narrative that a 'naive native chief' 'inadvertently flaunted his prosperity,' attention focused on Virginia.
And the phenomenon of attention focusing on Virginia was very beneficial to him, who was increasing his wealth through Virginia's luxury goods.
But.
'To go so far as to diminish my authority with exaggeration...'
Honestly, it was difficult to understand the intention.
Anyway, isn't it like mocking and insulting his governance to his face? They have no idea how much effort he put into preventing rumors from spreading that Virginia's envoy had insulted the king.
'It couldn't have been an unintended action.'
Many who explored the New World said there were no chickens there.
That's the conclusion reached by numerous people of various nationalities and statuses over the past decades—Spaniards, Frenchmen, Englishmen, Dutchmen, and so on.
...Of course, since they failed to discover the 'empire,' their reliability should be reconsidered, but it was also uncomfortable to completely ignore their exploration results.
'Why on earth did he?'
Clearly, they were in trouble and in a position to ask for France's help.
Could it be...
"The 'Emperor's' intention?"
As his thoughts reached there, Henri IV's face hardened.
Yes.
The Christian monarch, fluent in Latin, French, and English, had spoken through Oitotan.
Then, that sudden diplomatic breach of etiquette, and those absurd statements about feeding everyone chicken every day, all make sense.
'Don't think you're above me even if I temporarily ask for help.'
'I am in the position of bestowing my enormous wealth upon you.'
Thus, that native emperor was whispering in Henri's ear.
"Is he being bold because the Atlantic serves as a barrier between us..."
Or is there really something else?
Thinking about the latter possibility, Henri IV suddenly shuddered.
That powerful emperor who repelled Spain and wielded influence throughout the eastern coast of North America.
He must have other powers.
He had extended his hand to Henri IV while simultaneously warning him.
...Not to underestimate him.
"Your Majesty, the Marquis de Rosny enters the palace!"
"Finally... he returns."
Just then, a servant opened the door and announced the return of Maximilien de Béthune, who had been sent to Virginia. Henri IV nodded to himself, steeling his resolve.
The relationship with Virginia is important. But the king's dignity is equally important.
This time, he wouldn't yield. Whatever story the Marquis de Rosny brought, he would not be shaken.
With that in mind, he proceeded to the court, and.
"...I didn't expect you to return?"
He was momentarily taken aback upon seeing Oitotan standing beside the Marquis de Rosny.
Oitotan laughed awkwardly, and the marquis explained on his behalf.
"Your Majesty, uh... they have apologized for the previous diplomatic breach and have sent a gift to foster our friendly relations..."