When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1219 Another Autumn Wind Arrives
At the end of November 1459.

Although it was already November, the pioneering lands in late autumn were not cold, but rather as cool as early autumn.

The sea breeze, carrying moisture, blew against the stone wall.

The emerald green ivy was glistening with silvery morning dew, and the sunlight in Cape City shone through the stained glass as usual.

Before the altar, she casts down a dazzling light.

Today, however, the priest cannot stand before the altar to preach or receive offerings from the faithful.

Instead, he shrank behind the icon, held the swastika upright in front of his chest, and repeatedly recited the prayer.

A long path paved with red carpet leads to the church's oak doors.

At this moment, the door emitted a crisp sound of wood cracking and colliding, the frequency of the sound becoming more and more intense and violent.

With a creak, the cold light of the axe blade shot out from the gate, immediately causing countless nuns and monks to scream.

A short while later, as sawdust flew everywhere, the church doors suddenly burst open.

Leading the group was Yannjono, a tobacco farmer, who was holding a gleaming axe in his hand.

His eyes were red and veins were bulging, but his gaze remained fixed on the statue of the Holy Lord behind the altar.

The gilded statue of the Holy Lord, smiling mercifully at Yanno, disgusted him immensely.

"Smash this fraudulent monstrosity!"

The axe was swung up, whistling through the air, and smashed into the statue of the Holy Lord, sending gold dust flying. The statue immediately collapsed.

"You, you will be punished!" the church priest shouted, his large belly beating, but his voice was a mix of bravado and cowardice.

"This is not a statue of the Holy Lord, but a statue of the devil. The Holy Lord does not need money for offerings; it is you devils who need it!"

Ian Jono swung the axe again, and the priest immediately covered his head, screaming like a lady, and hid in a corner.

However, this time Yano did not swing the axe at him, but instead continued to swing at the icon.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes, until the icon turned into a pile of oak fragments, tin pieces, copper nails, and gold leaf.

The shouts inside the church grew louder and louder, and more people poured in.

They grabbed whatever they had—saws, hammers, stones—and smashed them against the murals and icons on the wall, venting their frustrations.

"go to hell."

"You skinning and dismembering devils!"

"The Holy Path Sect is the sect truly chosen by the Holy Lord, so why are we forbidden from believing in it?"

“They won’t even let us attend the three-level conference. France no longer considers the newly established territories as its own territory. So why should we acknowledge the French king?”

The week after the signing of the Treaty of Black Mud Castle, Charles VIII announced the convening of the Estates-General, inviting all subjects of the kingdom to discuss state affairs.

The advice Horn gave to Charlie was to "leverage the power of the people to suppress the powerful and wealthy."

With the development of industry and commerce and the rise of the bourgeoisie, the middle class has also generated tremendous power.

By utilizing these middle-class individuals, it is possible to suppress the powerful and wealthy.

Upon hearing the news, the pioneers were naturally overjoyed and prepared to participate.

But when they had already packed their bags, the governor informed them that they were not allowed to participate.

They're not allowed to participate, fine, but they'll still get a share of the national debt when it's issued!
This is clearly unfair; it's as if the pioneering lands are not Fran's territory.

In the past, this would have been a trivial matter, something that would have been the subject of a few sighs from some politically enthusiasts.

But now things are different. The Pioneer Daily immediately published a lengthy report, spreading the news far and wide.

The long-standing national pride of the pioneers was aroused, and they were determined to argue their case.

They selected nine representatives to reason with the new governor, but were arrested.

Even more frightening, the new governor deliberately spread false information in order to drive away these "troublemakers".

They said they would implement the "Expulsion Act of the Holy Way" and first hang these nine Holy Way believers in an attempt to scare them away.

According to the former governor, the Duke of Labang, the local elites were terrified upon hearing the news.

Then they would elect a representative and plead for leniency.

Then he pretended to forgive, and everything went back to normal—this was the secret weapon the Duke of Laban had left him.

But he forgot that Labang could be used in this way because the port was home to the Fran Legion and warships.

Now, these soldiers have all returned to Fran due to Lorenzo's strategic retreat.

What remained were nothing more than a few hundred men in the governor's guard and a militia of less than a thousand men composed of settlers.

Thus, the iconoclasm movement broke out.

Long-standing grievances, religious and legal disputes, coupled with the inspiration from the Thousand Rivers Valley and Dawn Island wars, led the settlers and local middle-class elites to agree that the time for independence had come.

"Let's go! To the next church!" Yanono shouldered his axe and walked towards the door. "Go contact the Holy Alliance and Norn's merchant ships. We need armor and weapons!"

The icon destruction movement in Cape City spread to surrounding areas within just a few weeks.

The governor and the king, however, were powerless and could only watch from the sidelines.

However, it wasn't just the frontiers that experienced major events; another remarkable event also occurred in Norn.

Compared to the chill of late autumn in the Holy Alliance and the coolness of late autumn in the Frontier Lands, it was already early winter in the Kingdom of Norn's Mason Castle.

Large snowflakes crashed against the stone walls of the Maixiang Castle and fell softly into the muddy square.

Mixed with hoofprints and campfire ash, the square was a dirty brown mess.

Despite the cold, the Norn lords, dressed in various fur coats, still stood in the square with their hands tucked in.

The cold wind reddened his nose, but he only drank two sips of Shenglian liquor to ward off the cold.

Picking up the silver pot and taking another sip, Crispy Shrimp Burger King couldn't help but mutter, "Who researched this Holy Alliance wine?"

One sip warms you up, three sips make you drunk. They usually drink pine nut wine, and it takes a whole pot to get drunk.

Saint-Lian spirits only require a few sips, and the price isn't too expensive, making them excellent value for money.

However, at this moment, the kings, who were fond of drinking, did not drink too much, after all, they were here to do serious business.

They occasionally spoke, but their eyes were fixed on the high platform in the center of the square.

The platform was surrounded by nobles, some wearing mink coats and jeweled rings, others in coarse cloth cloaks, and all with long swords at their waists.

"The current vote count is 162 for the chicken burger and 160 for the cod burger. We're just two votes short!" the clerk behind the platform shouted.

Crispy Shrimp Burger King shouted, "Who hasn't voted yet? Hurry up and vote, don't keep everyone from going back to their rooms to drink and sleep!"

"Yes, it's almost time to shoot."

"Stop dawdling, you're acting like a woman."

"Hey, what do you mean by that?"

Instantly, the assembled burly or obese queens and dukes all agreed.

It's said to be the last two, but it might actually be the last one.

Because in this voting category, the second-to-last person voted for the cod burger, so there's still room for discussion.

If you bet on the chicken leg burger, then the chicken leg burger is guaranteed to win.

The two princes sitting on either side of the voting table had somber faces and were rubbing their knuckles, trying their best to appear calm.

But their slightly trembling legs betrayed their inner thoughts.

This is the most crucial vote!

"They're here! They're here!" someone shouted.

Amid the commotion, Lord Lazivius of Cheeseburg pushed aside those around him and walked toward the high platform under the watchful eyes of the large army.

The two kings immediately broke out in a cold sweat, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Lazivius's mink coat, with its long, white fleece hem, swept across the snow, leaving only a dark ravine.

Arriving at the platform, he bowed to the Lord of Codburg with a guilty expression: "I'm sorry, we must quickly decide on someone who can lead us to fight against the vampires."

Upon hearing this, the King of Codburg's face immediately fell. He forced a smile and said, "No need to apologize, it's your prerogative."

Lord Lazivius raised his thick fingers, revealing the jeweled ring on his knuckles, and shouted, "My vote goes to Lord Jekashausen, the Chicken Leg Burger Prince!"

Before long, the last border knight cast his vote for Yekashausen as a bonus.

Even though everyone already knew the numbers, we still had to take inventory.

All the ballots were gathered together, and the clerk read them out one by one.

The square was eerily quiet, save for the sound of vote counting and the patter of snowflakes hitting my cloak.

"Count complete!" The scribe suddenly stood up, holding up the parchment in his hand. "Our Father bears witness that the candidate for King of Chicken Leg Castle, Yekashausen, received 164 votes, and the candidate for King of Cod Castle, Sanderson, received 160 votes! Yekashausen is elected King of Norn!"

On November 20, 1459, having lost the suppression of the French navy, the pioneering lands chose to revolt and become independent.

In early December 1459, the King of Chicken Leg Burger ascended to the throne by a margin of only 4 votes, with 164 votes to 160.

The first decree issued by this Chicken Burger King after taking office was to mobilize the entire army and establish a war council to fight against the terrible vampires.

The first three ministers of war appointed were Sanderson, the King of the Codburger, Scotch, the King of the Krabby Patty, and Lazivius, the King of the Cheeseburger.

"Tsk tsk." A pope sitting in the Holy See building put down his newspaper and rubbed his temples. "These are truly turbulent times."

(End of this chapter)