When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 579: Thousand Valley Constitutional Convention

On April 1446, 4 in the Imperial Calendar, more than a month had passed since the fateful battle.

The port outside Feiliu Castle is now full of gear sun flags and obsidian iris flags, and the hotels in the port are almost filled with business travelers and representatives of the people from various counties.

Many local dignitaries even came to Feiliu Castle by boat at their own expense.

They directed their servants or family members to carry the luggage from the barges to the port and marched towards the city in a carefree manner.

Elm and willow trees surrounded the cobblestone and flagstone squares. Soldiers in black knee-length jackets carrying axes, spears and holy guns patrolled the street corners in groups of four.

On the other side of the street, three or five chain-mail-clad mountaineer infantrymen from the Duke's Army sat on wine barrels, drunkenly playing dice and cards.

A young man wearing a turned-up felt hat and carrying a light wooden suitcase jumped onto the dock and glanced at the buildings and people in front of him with shining eyes.

A warning cough was heard immediately behind him. The young man turned around belatedly, put on a smile and helped the coughing old monk off the boat.

Following this highly respected old monk, the representatives of public opinion on the same ship walked down the deck one after another.

First came another middle-aged monk in black robes and his monk entourage, then came craftsmen, citizens, merchants, and their apprentices and servants wearing padded jackets and waistcoats.

At the end walked the peasants in long sweaters, stockings and wooden clogs.

"Fei Liu Castle is so beautiful." The farmer couldn't help but sigh.

The businessman on the side sneered: "You'd better look at the church in the distance. If you stay here for three days, you will hate this place."

"It's bigger than the original port of Rapids City, but it's too spacious and wasteful, and there are too many churches." The notary, wearing a midnight blue silk robe, stood at the curb with his hands on his hips, pointing out the situation.

The old monk asked the Magdi fellow who was leading them, "Where is the person who is leading us? My old waist can't stand for too long."

"I've already notified them. They'll be here in two quarters of an hour at the latest." The Chamber of Commerce clerk said with a smile.

These people are representatives from Lower Rivoli, of which there are actually only 9, and the remaining 20 or so are their entourage, guards and alternate representatives.

The purpose of their trip was also very clear, to participate in the constitutional convention for the establishment of Qianhe Valley.

After defeating Prince Conde and occupying Feiliu Fort, Horn and Meliati did not immediately declare the establishment of a country in Feiliu Fort.

Instead, they first sent a collective letter to the entire Thousand River Valley, requesting that each county elect 5-9 representatives to come to Feiliu Castle to discuss national affairs.

In addition, Meliati also made three rules in the letter. First, the usurious interest of churches at all levels that exceeded the principal amount would not have to be repaid. Second, all monks and priests in prison for spreading Juanoist ideas would be released. Third, all armed peasants who participated in the war would be forgiven.

These three rules effectively stopped the riots in various places after the war.

After sending the joint letter, the Savior Army and the Duke's Army left Feiliu Castle one after another, leaving only the troops stationed to maintain public order.

After all, the main force of Prince Kongdai has been wiped out, and there are still remnants of opposition forces in North Mound County, Mound County, and Kasha County.

The Salvation Army continued to move southward to clear out Putsilio, who was entrenched in Cassia County, while the Duke's Army needed to return to their hometown and repel the noble coalition forces in the Broken Stone Plain.

Prince Kongdai and the Imperial Order Company were both defeated, so naturally there was nothing much to say about the Thorn Garden forces that came to help.

Putsilio quickly sold out the mercenaries on the front line, and fled with his own knights and land servants, carrying the property looted from Kasha County.

By mid-April, Horn had successfully recaptured the Abbey of Blago.

The noble coalition of Gravel Plains was reluctant to retreat because they didn't get anything useful. As a result, they fought a battle with Meliati and were defeated.

After the coalition forces of Putsilio and the Gravel Plains nobles withdrew, the last county controlled by the church, Mound County, also chose to surrender after struggling for so long.

According to the news three days ago, the Bishop of Mound County fled to Norn overnight, and the local nobles and knights smoothly offered water and soil to Meliati - which meant submission.

So at the end of April, the entire Thousand River Valley, more than 4 square kilometers of land, fell into the hands of Horn and Meliati. All the people of the Thousand River Valley dreamed of something that came so quickly that the representatives standing on the dock were still a little dazed.

Originally, they did not take the joint letter from the Saint Grandson and the Archduchess seriously, until the heads of Barnifors and Prince Condé came over, and then they hurriedly elected representatives of the people.

According to later additions by envoys, the delegation of each county must include nobles, citizens, peasants and monks.

Of course, the priests had no part in this.

We are all members of the New Dynasty and we all read "The Divine Word for the Salvation of the World". You, the priest, read "The Latter Gospels", so naturally you are not qualified to attend this meeting.

这些来自下瑞佛郡的正式代表有9人，其中2名骑士、4名市民、2名修士与1名农民。

These two knights are new nobles standing on the side of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce. Their estates do not rely on grain output as the main source of income, but rather on cash crops, namely dye plants.

They even have their own dyeing and printing workshop in the city.

Among the four citizens, there were a notary, a banker, a stonemason and a dyer.

They are called craftsmen, but in fact they are workshop owners or even guild leaders. It is not easy for ordinary shop owners or workshop owners to be selected.

The two monks are old monks who are highly respected in the monastery. Compared with other monks, their important feature is that they are all Juano monks.

The last peasant representative was naturally an armed peasant.

Although the public register farmers and armed farmers had the same qualifications, in reality, none of those who were able to run for representative were truly from a poor background.

Those truly poor public farmers mostly lived in a very closed environment. They were kept in the dark about what changes had taken place in the Thousand River Valley and were still chanting the names of Prince Condé and Barnifors.

What they don’t know is that their lives will undergo drastic changes from now on.

"Ah, the carriage is here." As the surprised farmer jumped up from the road pier, everyone stood up following his gaze.

Two elegant carriages slowly drove over, with the sun flag on one side and the fleur-de-lis flag on the other. Pedestrians on the road knew that these were the carriages of the Constitutional Convention and they all made way.

After signing the confirmation letter, the representatives got on the carriage with their luggage. As for their entourage, they had to find a small inn nearby to stay.

Sitting in a high-end carriage with gilded coat hooks, the only peasant representative was squeezed to the door by the printer and dyer. Only half of his buttocks rested on the cushion, for fear of dirtying it.

Sitting in the car, the farmer representative felt a little bored after the novelty wore off. He looked left and right, and finally mustered up the courage to speak to the stonemason representative opposite him who was also bored to the point of being sleepy:
"Brother Lipolole, I became a farmer's representative for no apparent reason. I don't even know what this Constituent Assembly is about. You are knowledgeable, can you tell me what it is?"

"Constitutionalism means establishing a constitution." The stonemason named Lipolole didn't quite understand it, but everyone likes to teach others, so he immediately became excited and said, "Jangbang, you are lucky to have come at a good time. In the past, it was the foreign nobles and priests who made the laws. Now it's the Saint's grandson and the Grand Duke who have come to power. It's our turn to make the laws."

"Oh——" Farmer Rangbang nodded, not quite understanding.

The knight Ovid, whose belly was against the table, sneered, "I see you guys don't understand at all. Do you really think you can have a say and vote in the Constitutional Convention?"

"What else?" Liporolle turned his head and looked at him.

"Do you understand the law? Do you understand the doctrine? You know nothing. Do you know what is right and what is wrong?" Knight Ovid said, and Liporolle was choked back. "Citizens are better. At least they can read and write. You, Jeanbon, right?"

Jeanbon shrugged and nodded.

"Inviting the farmers is just to show that we have everyone's support." Knight Ovid turned around with difficulty and said, "I tell you, you are here to be a mascot. Freedom and equality have nothing to do with you. Stop talking. When it's time to vote, I will tell you what to vote for.

If you get the conference allowance, you can brag about it when you go back, but if you say too much or vote wrong, you will be embarrassed and you will suffer the consequences when you go back."

Ranbang suddenly shrank his neck, nodded blankly, and dared not speak again.

(End of this chapter)