How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 186: Clever Deception (1)

Nemo was counting on him, and tens of thousands of people in the community were depending on his shoulders.

"Isn't there some clever way to move forward?"

In the case of 'chickens,' it was quite successful, but it was largely due to chance.

The situation had developed where everyone had expectations about giant chickens from the New World because his unintended mistake had spread by word of mouth.

Now he needed a different approach.

Chickens weren't the only goods he had brought to expand influence in France. He had brought wine, wine bottles, and various other necessities.

"...Chief?"

"Indeed... is 'that' the only way?"

"Have you thought of something?"

"Yes. I've made a 'decision.'"

The tribesmen who had come to assist the chief briefly recalled what had happened the last time their chief made a 'decision.'

He had tried to extort the Powhatan tribe by bringing refugees from Roanoke Island. The tribe had nearly disappeared from the face of the earth as a result.

Cold sweat suddenly ran down the tribesmen's backs. They tried to dissuade the chief, but Oitotan continued with a hearty laugh.

"Don't worry! This method is 'already proven'! It can't fail or go wrong!"

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"..."

"..."

This made them feel even more ominous.

Soon, it was time for the banquet at the Tuileries Palace.

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Henri IV had been engaging in a peculiar behavior lately when moving around.

"By God's grace, His Majesty Henri IV, King of France and Navarre, enters!"

Whether in court or when inspecting outside the Tuileries Palace, there was always a leashed creature following by his side.

That creature was...

Flutter!

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

"Th-there! It's a chicken bigger than a dog, for real!"

A chicken. And one from Virginia at that.

"No... to think such a chicken really exists, Lord have mercy."

"With one that size, catching just one would feed a whole family with plenty to spare!"

The French had been enthusiastic about this for a long time. The chicken farm established by the mysterious envoy from the New World had already become a must-see course for nobles.

'If God grants me more life, I will ensure there isn't a laborer in my Kingdom who can't afford to have a chicken in his pot on Sunday. (Si Dieu me donne encore de la vie, je ferai qu'il n'y aura point de laboureur en mon Royaume qui n'ait moyen d'avoir le dimanche une poule dans son pot.)'

That giant chicken was a symbol of the catchphrase Henri IV had put forward when he took the throne. At the same time, it was a symbol of the success of Henri IV's newly launched 'New World policy.'

In other words.

This giant chicken had become a symbol of French royal authority.

Everyone marveled and looked up to this giant chicken and the abundance of the New World it symbolized. Just as they would look up to Henri IV.

And in a short time, the expanded chicken farm and the new breed of chickens sold at high prices to various regions were served at banquets, providing joy to nobles.

But such a situation would be temporary. Chickens are creatures with vigorous reproductive ability, so it wouldn't be long before those giant chickens adorned dining tables across France.

With a bit of exaggeration, there might truly be no subject who couldn't eat chicken every Sunday.

Cluck, cluck.

"Yes. Eat well, Coco."

Cluck. Cluck-cluck.

"Ha, hahaha. Just looking at this fellow makes me feel full."

Henri took advantage of this opportunity by carrying around a robust chicken every day, and eventually became attached to it, making it his pet.

Watching it peck at grain placed in a luxurious glass bowl, Henri was pleased, and the Marquis de Rosny, Maximilien de Béthune, stared at him blankly for a moment before clearing his throat and calling his lord.

"Ahem. Ahem."

"Ah, Maximilien! You're here? What is it?"

"The servants said you wouldn't come no matter how much they called... it's almost time for the banquet."

"Ah... is it that time already."

Suddenly, Henri makes a sour expression as he rises from beside Coco. When Coco looks up at its owner in confusion, Henri strokes its head and clicks his tongue.

"If it's a banquet... the envoy will be there too."

"Well... ahem, your expression doesn't look good. Did something happen?"

"No, I just have a strange feeling. Perhaps it's because of 'that incident' at the last banquet."

That incident.

The moment when he heard "your kingdom is poor" in front of everyone.

Of course, it was later revealed to be a misunderstanding, but he couldn't count how many days he had been stressed because of it.

For some reason, he felt uneasy and uncomfortable whenever meeting Oitotan again after that.

"Ah, you don't know? This is something called an 'incubator.'"

"I see you don't know. It's alright. France too, like us, can soon become wealthy."

"France as a country, poor but the people are kind."

"It's certainly polite... but somehow I feel a condescending gaze that makes me uncomfortable inside. It's like something scraping away at my insides..."

"...I understand what you mean, but should you be wary of an important ally's envoy because of that?"

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"..."

"Yes, you're right."

Henri lightly pats Maximilien's shoulder before opening the door and stepping out.

"You're right. After all, hasn't he brought us enormous wealth?"

Henri soon straightened his shoulders and walked towards the banquet hall with dignified steps.

Yes. Come to think of it, didn't even that Oitotan fellow's insult(?) eventually prove helpful?

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Moreover, and most importantly, there was no intentionality.

The subsequent words were also unsettling, but there was considerable room to view them as minor verbal mistakes by an envoy ignorant of European diplomacy, or misunderstandings due to cultural differences.

Yes.

Let's not worry about it.

With that thought, Henri entered the banquet hall alongside the Marquis de Rosny. The table was lavishly decorated with chicken dishes, symbolizing friendship with Virginia and the prosperity of both countries.

And in the seat directly to the right of the king's place of honor, Oitotan was waiting for him.