When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 611: Conquering the Holy See City, the Holy Grandson Becomes the Pope

There was a reason why Ansel made such a conclusion. In addition to the problem with the wool, the most obvious thing was that the Saviors who patrolled every six days had a lot of bruises on their bodies.

It looked like it was caused by a stone, but when Ansel asked them why, they were always very secretive about it.

Ansel roughly guessed that although the confrontation between the two sides was not exposed, they should have been constantly making small moves in private.

As for the reason, apart from the recklessness of several monks from the small diocese next door, it should be that the people in the higher order were getting anxious.

After all, the mountains will be closed due to heavy snow in mid-November. If it is not completed before the closure, there will be no progress in the 11-household district construction throughout the winter.

Despite Horn's guidance of "preferring slowness to chaos", the anxious monks could not tolerate such a slow progress in South Mound County.

Mason Parish should be the place where they can take advantage of the situation and implement radical strategies.

No matter how worried Ansel was about the situation in the neighboring parish, there was still a parish between the two sides.

In a mountainous county like South Mound County, the two parishes are very far apart, especially with the mountains between them. If you really want it to affect this side, you’ll have to wait some time.

Compared with the Mason Parish, as the Scythe Brotherhood exceeded 30 households, a huge problem was placed before Ansel.

That means people have moved up, but there is not enough wool.

In fact, Ansel's authority only allowed him to apply for 4 loads of wool, which was about 448 pounds, and distribute it to the 30 households, with each household consuming at least 2 pounds and at most 3 pounds per day.

So this wool will only be enough for them for about 18 days at most. Even if they add one more load, it will only become 1 days.

Although the dinars earned in 21 days a week are enough, this is only under the condition of 30 households. If the Scythe Brotherhood wants to include the entire Adrian Manor, it will require at least 60 households.

It wasn't that Horn didn't want to buy the wool, or that he didn't have the money, or that Mountain County didn't have the transportation capacity - the Ibe River in the north was navigable, so he didn't need three barges to transport 1500 loads of wool.

The big problem was how to transport the yarn to Joan of Arc.

The area with transportation capacity problems is actually Gravel Plain. Because the local nobles blocked the passes and roads, the shepherds' transportation costs have increased.

About 1500 dan per month is already the limit for current smugglers.

This smuggling trade is lucrative, and hyena-like Norn smugglers come in droves, but it takes time to open up the connections.

When distant water could not quench immediate thirst, Ansel found himself forced to make a difficult decision that could easily undermine previous trust - to extend the payroll period.

That is to say, the original 3 pounds per household for 3 days was changed to 6 pounds per household for 3 days. Although the monthly salary was reduced, it was at least 10 dinars.

To this end, Ansel once again convened a meeting in the chapel and announced the resolution to those present.

"That doesn't make sense." A mountain villager slapped his thigh, "We didn't provoke these Japanese sheep in the Gravel Plain, but they have been riding on our heads time and time again."

Unlike before when there were only a dozen people sitting there, the church was now packed with more than fifty people, both adults and children.

These mountain people wore animal-skin vests and coarse linen short coats, and their hairy beards stuck to their chins like needles.

"Brother Ansel, the one who dug the dam and flooded us is the Stonebreaker, right?"

Brother Ansel quickly corrected: "It was the former pope and the nobles of Gravel Plain. The shepherds of Gravel Plain built the dam."

"That Pope is not a good guy either." A mountain villager stared with his eyes wide open, covering his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

This is not a small amount of money. I have finally built a good life, but now it has to be cut in half. Who can bear this gap?

The mountain people did not blame the new villagers for the reduction in wool income, but instead put the blame on the gravel people.

After all, everyone in this manor is related to each other. If you make money and then stop your fellow villagers from making money, you will obviously be ridiculed.

After hearing what the mountain people said, Ansel still had to correct them: "It was the Pope in the Holy See City who dug the dam. We have our own Pope in the Thousand River Valley, and the wool was bought by His Holiness the Pope." "So, it has to be one of our own." An old mountain man who was almost 40 years old took a sip of his homemade pine wine and said with a red face, "Look, the popes in other places dug dams and flooded us, but our own pope bought wool for us to make money."

"Yes."

"When will we drive down the Pope of the Holy See City? Let His Majesty Horn be the Grand Pope, and Her Highness Meliati be the Second Pope."

"Brother Ansel, can you write a letter to His Majesty the Saint Sun and ask him to teach the Gravel People a lesson and ask them to open the road blockade?"

"Yes, yes." Several mountain people echoed, "As long as Your Majesty gives the order, we will bring our own weapons and bows and arrows, and we don't need any reward, just provide food and lodging."

For these mountain people, they don't care about the important geographical location of Gravel Plain or the previous armed invasion by the Gravel Plain nobles.

After all, it's so far away, it's something that happens to big people.

But when Ansel brought wool, the situation changed. From the mountain people's intuitive feeling, it was the Gravel People who were preventing them from making money.

It didn't matter how many people died in the flood, since they wouldn't be drowned anyway. But because of those damn gravel nobles, they really lost 10 dinars.

Given the violent temper of the mountain people, who are so violent that they would fight to the death for a stream or a wild beehive, it is very common for them to take up arms and use violence to fight for their own interests.

Besides, this is a source of income of 10 dinars per month, which is enough for the mountain people to kill people.

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"Everyone, rest assured. I have applied for one more load of wool. Even though it cannot solve all the problems, it can at least ensure that the existing people will have an income of 1 dinars for three days in the next week." Ansel held up his hands, signaling them to be quiet.

After knowing how many dinars a load of wool could be exchanged for, these mountain people realized how precious it was.

Given their limited resources, if they wanted to get an extra load of wool, they would have to go through a fierce struggle.

After all, everyone wants wool, so why should I give it to you?
"Is this not too much of a hassle for you?" a mountain villager asked with concern.

"Or we can take over the neighboring manor and steal their wool..."

"No." Ansel shouted subconsciously and quickly stopped him.

But after he finished shouting, he felt a little regretful. After all, these mountain people had violent tempers. If he offended them, they would make a fuss and it would be a troublesome matter again.

But to Ansel's surprise, these rude mountain people did not get angry after being stopped. Instead, they murmured a little aggrievedly: "No, no, why are you yelling so loudly..."

After this period of getting along, including the Scythe Brotherhood and the Wool incident, the mountain people have gradually begun to accept this monk from outside the area.

Although in terms of authority, they are not as good as the village head Henderson, but compared with before, they have regarded Ansel, and even the Langsander County Church behind Ansel, as half of their own.

People are all made of flesh and blood. They saw how Ansel had been busying around for them for so long and how much he had been wronged for so many days.

"You all already know the story, so I won't say any more." Ansel held the podium, "Since we already have 30 households, let's officially establish this small fraternity. What do you think it should be called?
Lalor, where did you... Hey, where's Lalor?"

"I didn't see him coming." replied a mountain villager.

Ansel frowned. As the first person to join the Scythe Brotherhood, Lalor has always been active. Why is he missing on such an important occasion today?
Putting aside his doubts for the moment, Ansel asked the remaining people, "What do you think we should call it?"

"The Invincible Holy Woolen Brotherhood of the Empire!"

"Ansel Brotherhood!"

"Go to the Holy See City and wipe out the Dog Pope Brotherhood!"

"Brotherhood of Brotherhood!"

(End of this chapter)