When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1208 Slaughter and Flowers

Lemingston sat in the carriage, his body swaying with the movement.

This King's Road leading to Gau was once in good working order, but it has fallen into disrepair due to years of war and banditry.

However, Lemington paid no attention to the carriage, but instead asked with his eyes closed, "Where did those high-ranking vampires come from?"

"They must have ridden to the vicinity first, then crawled through the bushes to get there, and finally flew over to destroy the artillery position."

This tactic is somewhat similar to the Raven Soldiers used in the Second Battle of the Thousand Rivers Valley.

The raven soldiers that Mattis mentioned were actually Shadow Raven sergeants.

However, outsiders don't know much about these mysterious and extraordinary soldiers, so they are often referred to by names like "Crow Soldiers".

"and then?"

"With the artillery positions destroyed, the tall, armored infantry knights launched a counter-charge against the Francan infantry."

Do you know about Fran's diagonal attack tactics? Once their strongest point was destroyed, the diagonal attack tactics naturally failed..."

"so……"

"The Francia coalition lost. They were evenly matched with their clockwork guns, but just like in the Battle of Grey Hill, they lost to the enemy's superhuman troops."

Lemingston sighed noncommittally, "Another soldier I've never heard of."

Unaffected by holy oil, possesses rapid healing abilities, wears plate armor with a breastplate up to 3 centimeters thick, and carries two blood mist tubes on its back.

They were even able to use a special large-caliber blood pact gun to achieve the effect of a three-pounder shotgun.

They were practically walking three-pound cannons; if it weren't for their slow movement, clumsy movements, and tendency to fall, they would be perfect warriors.

At this point, Lemingston was somewhat doubtful. Could it be that Wangting Technology really was the world's number one?

Otherwise, why would all sorts of new weapons and troop types appear in the royal court all at once recently?
"Sigh." Lemingston sighed, then turned his gaze to the window.

Under the bright sun, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, and wisps of smoke can be seen rising from the villages and fences along the roadside.

The wheat has turned yellow, forming a vast expanse of golden yellow.

The land in Fengchedi is relatively fertile, and the dense urban areas attract the surplus rural population, so the land conflict is not significant.

Nowadays, besides the church, the village has also seen the emergence of many sentry posts and militiamen carrying bows and arrows.

Since the Hundred Years' War, it seems that the two continents are about to enter another period of chaos.

The only question is how long this period of chaos will last.
“Mr. Lemingston, are we really going to meet the Royal Governor?” Mattis asked cautiously.

Lemingston remained silent for several seconds before answering, "Yes."

"Didn't you say that the people of Windmill Land should be independent? How come..."

"It should be independent."

"Then why would you do that? Is it just for power and position?"

"You don't understand politics."

“Mr. Lemingston, I’m practically your student now, aren’t I?” Mattis blushed, a rare occurrence for him.

Lemington looked at Mattis, whose expression was a mixture of adoration and disappointment, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he just patted him on the shoulder.

Mattis remained silent, simply sitting down opposite with a cold expression and turning his head toward the other side of the car window.

Lemingston tried to speak several times, but could not find a topic and could only remain silent.

The scenery outside the window had changed; there was less smoke from cooking fires, more weeds, and the wheat fields were gone.

The collapsed fence, the broken spears and shields stuck by the roadside.

The fields are covered with a sea of ​​fragrant flowers, and the skeletons wander among them, growing on the former farmland.

They bloomed wildly, red and purple, so dazzling, so repulsive!

They wouldn't stop until they filled a person's pupils completely, turning them red, like a vampire's bloodshot eyes.

"But what else can I do?"

Lemington didn't know if he was asking himself or the air; he probably didn't even utter a sound.

He began to lose the ability to tell whether he had spoken or not.

He said Windmill Land should be independent, that the people of Windmill Land should not depend on others, that Windmill Land should also break free from the control of the Holy Alliance, and that Windmill Land should be self-reliant.

He talked a lot, but it seems he didn't accomplish anything.

He writes lengthy commentaries in the newspaper, sometimes exceeding ten thousand words, and when he walks down the street, he always attracts the attention of countless people.

But none of the things he talked about ever came to fruition.

In comparison, he was not even as good as those Sangdo monks who treated illnesses in the countryside.

They treated at least a dozen or twenty people from Windmill Village. He boasted that doctors couldn't save Windmill Village, but he was not as good as a doctor.

He now carries the hopes of so many Windmill Land people, who see him as their leader and cheer for his ideals. But now, he must shoulder those hopes and join the vampires.

As for the reason, isn't it simple?

Compared to those speculators and those unscrupulous El merchant nobles, at least he could ensure that the windmill lands wouldn't be ravaged by them.

This is a common understanding among many insightful people; more than one group of urban elites approached him and tried to persuade him.

However, joining forces with vampires meant that his original ideals completely collapsed.

He even wanted to stand against the people of Windmill Village and destroy the reputation he had built up over decades.

But what if...?

Judging from the vampires' current attitude, they seem to be reviving the tax farming system.

This is because vampires cannot convert all humans into their own kind, and therefore must enslave humans.

Therefore, it's better to let humans manage themselves, as long as they pay blood tax and money tax on time.

Under these circumstances, many feudal rules were broken, and various new crafts and cities emerged.

Many of the empire's cities were established under the rule of vampires.

However, this also means that vampires cannot truly take over a city.

If they needed to ensure the stability of the city, they would have to turn most of the people, or rather all the nobles and human elites, into vampires, but that was impossible.

Firstly, vampires don't have enough source blood to convert so many vampires, even if the number is actually quite small.

Secondly, vampires also need to drink human blood. If a large number of humans are turned into vampires, who will be sucked?
This is because vampires will eventually leave, whether it's a few decades or a hundred years.

If he just pretends to flatter her first, and then corrects his mistake later, wouldn't that be enough?

Even though he would have to bear the infamy, he was willing to do so for the sake of the people of Windmill Village.

"Mr. Lemingston, are you really determined to go?"

"...Yes, at least this way those despicable scoundrels won't occupy high positions."

"Why didn't you resist?" Mattis's voice was extremely low. "My brother invited you."

“His place isn’t right for me, and I have my own way of doing things, so why should I go and rely on him?” Lemingston stubbornly shook his head.

There was no reply, only a long silence.

“Mr. Lemingston, I’d like to get off.”

"what would you like?"

“I want to get off.” Mattis looked up, his previous adoration gone, replaced by disappointment and disgust. “You can go and join the vampires, but I don’t want to.”

"What do you mean by that?! You..." Lemingston was about to yell angrily, but his voice grew softer and softer.

He looked at the boy before him, or rather, the young man Mattis, and his anger gradually turned into calm.

“I thought you were Juano of Windmill Village, but you are not.”

"Fine, then you can get off the bus."

With his luggage on his back, Mattis left the carriage without saying a word.

The carriage traveled forward in the setting sun, but it was a lonely road.

If someone doesn't understand Lemington, then leaving is perfectly understandable.

He has a clear conscience!
Three days later, when the carriage stopped in Gurwood and Lemingston stepped onto its soil, he was unusually bewildered.

I walked along the rural dirt roads where people used spears to stick their heads into the ground as streetlights, and along the streets that were dark as dusk even though it was daytime.

He walked aimlessly across the fields, gazing at the blood-red expanse before him.

It was a truly blood-red expanse, even redder than the blooming flowers in the sea of ​​blossoms.

That's all human blood.

In the pond, on the roof, in the sewer, in the pots, pans, and bottles.

Lemingston suddenly started coughing violently. He knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and throat, as if he were coughing up his heart, liver, and lungs.

He coughed so violently that tears streamed down his face.

"Holy Father—what have these devils done?!"

Only then did a message reach the entire windmill area via waterway.

Due to the resistance of the vampire army in Gruyal City, Governor Akadera ordered—

Massacre of the city.

(End of this chapter)