Mr. Horace burst into a pig-like laughter upon hearing this, as if he had just heard the funniest joke of the era.
"Utterly absurd! He might as well ask the Duke to subsidize his wine barrels! If such a proposal gets passed, wouldn't my textile workers get drunk in broad daylight? Who's going to do the work then?"
Elsey chuckled dryly twice.
"Haha... I think the same, no devout believer would vote for him."
In principle, the Church does not encourage drinking, at least not anything other than wine.
Although the Campbell Duchy currently lacks priests who can strictly enforce the oldest clerical laws, no devout believer would support such a blasphemous proposal.
This is no longer about politics, but about faith.
Even Mr. Horace is a factory owner with faith, at least he believes so.
"Vote for him? If I were sitting across from him, I'd definitely throw my shoe at his stupid face!"
He tossed the roster back into Elsey's arms, not hiding the disdain on his face.
