When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 584: Beer Hall Riot

The door of the tavern was shaking, and the sounds of noisy chatting and clinking of wine glasses struck Jeanbon's ears, making him unable to help but scratch his itchy ear holes.

Sitting behind a greasy cedar table under the dim light, Liporolle waved his dyeing hand with rotten nails at Jeanbon: "Here, sit here!"

He took off his woolen vest and asked Bang to sit next to Liberole, who tapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Why are you here so late? What have you been doing?"

Pulling the sleeves of his linen shirt to cover his arms, Bang's eyes averted, "I overslept."

Lipolole looked Jeanbon up and down, but did not point it out. Instead, he stood up and said, "Come, let's have a drink for our two supreme tribunes and representatives of the people. Jeanbon's proposal to reduce the dead hand tax was not only passed, but even passed with a big vote.

On the basis of the representative of the state, His Majesty Horn has reduced the dead hand tax to nothing. From now on, our farmers will no longer have to pay the dead hand tax! "

"Well done, Jean-Bang!"

“Farmers have a hard time, and that’s how it should be.”

Their voices were so loud that even people in the pub looked over.

After hearing their conversation, some rich peasants ran over excitedly, hugged and thanked Rangbang, and even kissed him.

It was obvious that Ranbang had never been treated like this before, and his face turned red.

Although the votes of the representatives of the left, center and right seats can only serve as a reference, the two tribunes have the power to appoint and expel representatives, and have the power of veto with ten thousand votes and the power of approval with ten thousand votes.

But who dares to say that the result of the vote did not affect the judgment of the two tribunes? Didn't His Majesty the Despot also pass this bill?

After everyone drank the wine, they sat down again and started drinking and chatting with the blood sausage and glutinous rice pudding on the table.

"We won a great victory in the Constituent Assembly today. Didn't you see the faces of those nobles? They were as black as donkeys. They went back without even having dinner."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"If you ask me, the most regrettable thing is that the power of the monarch is not allowed to allow representatives of public opinion to participate in the election."

"His Majesty Horn has tried his best to fight for us, but was vetoed by His Majesty the Despot. Fortunately, the priests have obtained the power to elect the monarch."

"With a priest, at least our opinions can be taken seriously."

"I want to have a drink for His Majesty Horn, come!"

The farmers and citizen representatives raised their glasses and drank again.

Putting down the wine glass, Liporolle wiped his mouth and said, "I just don't know when Article 1 of the Constitution will be passed."

"Yes, we quarrel every day, and the two tribunes are tired of vetoing us all the time."

When it comes to this topic, everyone's interest has dropped a little.

Over the past three days, Article 1 of the Charter had been discussed every morning, revised more than a dozen times, and voted on more than a dozen times. It was either vetoed by His Majesty Horn or His Majesty Meliati.

As the meeting progressed, even these uneducated delegates understood its meaning: it determined whether they could legally overthrow or expel their lords.

This is truly shocking. In a barbarian kingdom like the Kingdom of Norn, such things are common.

But in the civilized world west of the Longmian Mountains, such a thing has never happened since the establishment of the Shen'ai Empire!

But they all had some hidden expectations. What if it really passed?

Although they themselves do not have the power to overthrow the noble lords, don't they have two tribunes?

These nobles could not even resist Prince Condé. If they dared to disobey him in secret, could they still resist the two tribunes who defeated Prince Condé head-on?

The two tribunes did not come to power through a coup, but through violence.

"Don't worry. Even if we argue for another seven or eight days, there may not be any results. We must compromise." A notary representative chewed a meat roll. "The two tribunes are both geniuses and noble. They will always find a way. It is impossible for this matter to divide the Thousand River Valley."

Everyone agreed, even Rangbang nodded.

Although many representatives were forced to take the position and did not take it seriously, after three days of meetings, they realized how important their positions were.

Originally, when laws were promulgated, the lord would discuss with a few ministers and then promulgate them directly.

But now, they are standing at the scene of lawmaking and can even make suggestions.

In three days, the Constituent Assembly passed the "Law on the Public Election of the Holy Despotism", "Law on the Nationalization of Church Property", and "Law on the Abolition of the Dead Hand Tax", but also rejected the "Law on the Abolition of Public Register Farms", "Law on the Military Power of the Nobility", "Law on the Deprivation of Monasteries of Their Franchises", and "Law on the Unified Land Registration".

This inevitably made these representatives feel proud, as they were also big shots, they were “masters”!

Unfortunately, just a second after this thought came up, a pair of deerskin boots stepped on their table, and a drunken Duke's Knight glared at them: "Move aside, I want to sit here."

"I came here first and we haven't finished eating yet!" A representative immediately complained.

The knight slapped him in the face and said, "I don't care what kind of representative you are. I am a knight and you are a commoner. Commoners should give up their seats to knights. Get out of here!"

The previous dream was shattered in an instant. Several representatives looked at each other and could only stand up obediently and prepare to leave.

But just as Ranbang stood up, he felt a big hand pressing on his shoulder: "No need to give up your seat. You are the representatives of the people, representing the will of the people. Why should you give up your seat to this devil's lackey?"

When Jeanbon looked up, he saw a black-clad soldier with a scar on his face, looking coldly at the knight.

"What does it have to do with you?" Although the knight looked down on the Saviors, he must have received orders from Meliati and did not rashly clash with the Saviors soldiers.

Behind the scarred soldier, several black-clad soldiers who had just finished their patrols stood up and said, "You are threatening the representatives and undermining the constitution. Please get out."

"You son of a bitch, you lowly person, how dare you ask me to leave? Do you really think you are a monk by wearing a black suit?" The knight suddenly got angry and grabbed the wine glass on the table and poured the wine on the scarred soldier's face.

Wiping the wine off his face, the scarred soldier laughed in anger: "Okay, okay, fellow believers, throw him out."

"Touch me and try!" "Grab his hand! How dare you bite me?"

"Hey, let go of your grandpa, let's fight him one-on-one if you dare!"

The knight was drunk and was no match for these newly arrived Savior Army soldiers. He was knocked down in just five moves and thrown out of the tavern by the neck.

The knight rolled on the ground twice, feeling dizzy, and stood up while wiping the blood from his nose. Before he could shout, he felt someone holding his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw a group of Duke's soldiers passing by on their shift change. The leading knight had a gloomy face and asked, "What's going on?"

"I was drinking in the tavern, and they said I was a noble and threw me out." When the knight saw his own people, he immediately began to distort the facts.

It has to be said that this sentence hit the soft spot of the Duke's Knights.

They were afraid that after the constitutional convention, they, as nobles, would be hated by everyone. This kind of argument and rumor had been circulating in the Duke's army for a long time.

Dozens of Duke's soldiers who were changing shifts immediately surrounded the tavern. The black-clad soldiers were not to be trifled with. One of them immediately ran out and shouted to the black-clad Saviors who were patrolling the street corner to get help.

Soon, two officers and two knight captains stood in the middle and negotiated with the scarred soldier and the drunken knight.

When the passers-by saw this scene, they ran away, and the guests in the pub paid their bills and left.

"let's go!"

After this incident, the representatives were in no mood to continue drinking. They paid the bill and prepared to leave.

Just two steps out of the tavern, they saw dozens of black-clad soldiers rushing towards them, and the Duke's soldiers patrolling the street corner were also rushing towards them quickly.

"Go back, Holy Father! Go back!"

The representatives who had just walked out of the tavern immediately shrank back.

They squatted in the corner and looked out of the window.

In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred soldiers gathered from both sides. They occupied each side and were pushing each other with shoulders and chests, or elbowing each other in provocation.

But soon this provocation turned into a fight, with fists and kicks and constant shouting and cursing, while the officers and knights were still standing at the door.

They did not join the fight. It was common for soldiers to fight each other. The Savior Army and the Duke's Army would fight among themselves.

Play a game when you have nothing to do, release yourself and be healthier.

Besides, this was not the first time that the Savior Army and the Duke's Army had fought. Both sides had strict military discipline and there had never been any trouble.

Now they are all full of resentment because of Article 1 of the Constitution, it would be a good idea to vent it appropriately, and everything will be fine once the gendarmes and senior nobles arrive.

Even the Salvation Army officer leaned over and shouted to the delegates inside: "If you want to leave, you can leave now. Go under the eaves. I will ask them to make way for you. Don't delay tomorrow's constitutional convention."

"Thank you very much."

The representatives flattered him and hurried to the door. Just as they pushed it open and were about to leave, they heard a sharp "bang!"

"what!"

A soldier from the Duke's Army fell to the ground, covering the bloody hole on his arm.

"Go back, go back!" The representatives who had just walked out of the door swarmed back into the tavern again.

When the patrolling Salvation Army officer saw someone using the Holy Gun, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and he quickly stood up to explain and question.

"Who, who fired the gun?!" He jumped onto the barrel outside the tavern and shouted to the crowd as hard as he could, "Wait, this is a misunderstanding, we didn't..."

The Duke's Knight ran towards the "battle zone" and said, "No use of knives! Who dares..."

"Whoosh-"

Before he could finish his words, the officer who was standing on the wine barrel and shouting that it was a misunderstanding fell off the barrel while wailing while covering the crossbow arrow on his thigh.

The whole place was silent for a second, and the next second, a surging wave of sound came from everywhere.

"Damn those dung collectors, let's fight them!"

"Put down the gun. Who brought out the holy gun?"

"Don't do it. Do you want to split the Thousand River Valley?"

"Kill the nobles and support the constitution!"

Several sober officers and knights were still trying their best to restrain the behavior of these soldiers. However, the Black Champion monks were originally refugees, and their discipline was not as good as that of the Guards.

Mountain knights are mountain people with violent temperaments. When they see one of their own fall, they have nothing to say.

Nearly a hundred soldiers began to fight or battle at the door of the tavern. Both sides drew their sabers and long swords, and occasionally the sound of holy guns and bows being fired could be heard.

The officers and knights tried their best to stop them, shouting and confiscating the holy guns and crossbows. The strong smell of blood drifted into the tavern through the doors and windows.

No matter how drunk the guests in the tavern were, they were sober now. They lay on the sawdust-covered ground, holding their heads and shivering.

Several representatives of public opinion huddled in a corner, not daring to make a sound.

Only Lipolole looked at the flying arrows, suddenly gritted his teeth, picked up a door panel and prepared to rush outside.

Ranbang quickly grabbed his ankle and asked in horror: "What are you doing?"

"We must call the gendarmes and the night watchmen. Otherwise, if this spreads, everything will be over and all our laws will be abolished."

(End of this chapter)