When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 614: Emergency Martial Law Order in Muddy Field
Ever since Ansel left last night riding his donkey, the rain has been getting heavier, although the frequency has been alternating between light and heavy.

Bryson had to admit that Ansel's method of sugar and salt water actually worked. Dysentery, which could not be cured even by precious herbs, was actually cured by this simple solution of sugar and salt water.

Looking at the little girl lying on the bed and breathing regularly, Bryson actually felt a hint of admiration.

Lalor's little daughter had a really strong will and managed to hold on. Although her condition did not get better, at least it did not get worse.

But from Bryson's point of view, in her current condition, she won't be able to hold out for long.

With dark circles under his eyes, Bryson said hello to Lalor, put on his cloak, and left his courtyard.

It was not that he wanted to enjoy himself and go to the village church to be lazy, but old Laffer had just sent a message saying that there was something important to tell the villagers.

Lalor was obviously unable to get away, and Bryson was afraid that Henderson was up to something, so he had to go and take a look.

As for whether to lure him over and set a trap for him, that was not within Bryson's consideration.

What a joke, they really think the Scythe Brotherhood was established in vain.

Soon, Bryson rushed from Lalor's house to the barn on Adrian's estate.

To be precise, the mountain people were gathered in the barn next to the field.

Since it rains in South Mound County in September, the harvested wheat cannot be threshed, so the mountain people’s manors will build several large empty barns specifically for threshing on rainy days.

At this moment, most of the nearly 500 people in the entire manor had come, whether they were adult laborers or young men and women, basically all of them had come, and there were actually more than 300 people on the scene.

By the time Bryson arrived in the rain, Henderson had already finished his opening remarks, and it was a young man with sticky brown hair and a sad face who was speaking.

Before Bryson could get closer, he was pulled aside by old Rafer: "How's little Tully?"

"He's being kept alive by the sugar and salt water. He won't be fine for a while." After talking to old Laffer, Bryson was able to turn his attention back to the young man in the center of the barn.

But when he heard it, his originally distracted eyes suddenly straightened.

"...Halid, the village chief, didn't do anything wrong. Why were they arresting him? Just because he said a few fair words, that wandering monk got angry and called in the army..."

"...You don't know, those damned black soldiers kicked open the doors one by one along the road, ignoring the fact that our wives and children were still dressed, and forcibly dragged everyone onto the street..."

"...The weather is so cold and it's even raining. Many people are sick..."

"…We sat on the cold bench with our bare buttocks, while the burly soldiers pressed our faces against the rough tabletops and forced our hands to press their fingerprints on each contract…"

"Many people burned their contracts that night. The lackeys who spoke for the army were also severely punished by the angry peasants, but it was useless. Instead, the lackeys were appointed as village heads..."

Bryson had heard Ansel nagging more than once about impeaching that good-for-nothing from the fourth-term crash course of the Boy Scouts at the neighboring Coslan Manor.

He had anticipated that there would be chaos at Mason Manor, and he also knew that given the habits of Black Champion, who was born as a refugee, he would definitely not treat the villagers well.

But he didn't expect to go so far, which completely broke the rules.

Calming himself down, Bryson continued to listen.

"…After signing a perpetual lease, several manor heads and forest rangers were removed or fled. We were attacked three or four times by wolves, monsters, and bandits."

"We went to the knight for help, hoping to ask him to hire a demon hunter or lead a team to clear out the monsters, wolves, or bandits, but the knight said that since we have signed a perpetual lease, it is none of his business."

Hearing this, Bryson couldn't help but retort: ​​"Don't you have wandering monks? Go find wandering monks or higher orders?"

"We were desperate, so we went looking for them," the young man cried, "but the armies couldn't hire witchers, and they couldn't stay in the villages permanently. When they came, the bandits or wolves would have run away."

"Don't interrupt." Henderson shouted to the crowd in dissatisfaction. He didn't hear who was talking. "Just keep talking."

Old Laffer desperately grabbed Bryson's clothes to stop him from showing off. The young man continued to talk about what happened in a listless manner: "... Those monks kept saying that they were doing it for our own good, but just because we were on the roadside protesting against the imprisonment of Khalid Zhuangtou, they forcibly pushed us away..."

"...Even children and women were pushed down and injured. We were dissatisfied and went to argue with them, hoping that they would give us compensation and justice, but they just fired the devil's wind at us without giving us any explanation..."

"God—"

"Is it the alchemical crossbow we saw last time?"

"What alchemical crossbow? That's the devil's wind!"

"How could such a thing happen?"

On the large flat square where threshing was taking place in the manor, bursts of exclamations were heard, almost shaking off the dust and straw on the barn next to it.

It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Bryson's ears, and he froze on the spot. The Saviors actually opened fire on the mountain people?

This is a serious matter. If the mountain people have already revolted, it would be fine. But if it is... if it is...

He shook his head to get rid of this terrible thought. Bryson's calves began to cramp and his hands in his sleeves began to tremble slightly.

"What happened next?" the mountain people asked.

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"Seven or eight people fell to the ground on the spot. Everyone went crazy and rushed forward..."

"Did you kill all those soldiers in black?" Seeing the young man stop again, a mountain villager couldn't help but urge him.

The young man took a sip of water before continuing, "How dare I? Wouldn't that be a slap in the face of Her Highness Meliati?
We stole their alchemical crossbows and took them prisoner. Except for those who tried to escape and fired the guns, who were hanged, the rest were locked up in the dungeon of the Knight's Castle.

We also wanted to severely punish the itinerant monk of Coslan Manor, but he actually ran away in advance. We had no choice but to capture his assistant monk, who was also a mountain man, and hanged him..."

Before the young man could finish his words, the other villagers who knew the whole story began to whisper to each other, and there was even a sudden quarrel about the Worship of the Holy Father.

"This is the situation." The village head Henderson coughed lightly and stood up. "The knights of the parish of Mason all responded to the uprising, and all the wandering monks and assistant monks in the parish were arrested or hanged.

Several earls expressed their sympathy and proposed to meet with the county governor to explain the pros and cons. The three county sheriffs remained neutral and silent, and the Herma Stone local knights declared that they would not participate.

Ladies and gentlemen, including Knight Adrian, the knights of various manors have jointly issued an emergency curfew, set up checkpoints on various avenues, blocked rivers and roads, and do not allow any mountain dwellers to leave the manor at will.

The Order must investigate in the Quagmire Township, and the emergency curfew will continue until the results of the investigation are given."

Compared with the previous noise, after hearing Henderson's words, the barn square was now silent; even the sound of Bryson swallowing his saliva was clearly audible.

At some point, everyone's attention shifted from the young man who reported the news to Bryson, who was sweating profusely.

It was completely different from the intimacy when they were spinning and paying their wages. Instead, they became hesitant, fearful and angry.

In their minds, Brother Ansel's face was sometimes an angel holding wool, silver coins and scales, and sometimes a red-faced, black-horned demon holding an alchemical gun with a sour smile on his face.

"Brother Bryson." Henderson slowly walked from the crowd to Bryson and asked in a friendly manner, "I want to ask, does Brother Ansel know about such a big thing? Where is he now?"

Bryson suppressed his pounding heart and replied in a drifting voice, "Brother Ansel went to the church to get medicine for the Lalor family."

"Just because of a little girl with dysentery? Were you troubling Ansel, the wandering monk, to run to the parish church overnight to get medicine?" Henderson's voice gradually turned fierce from calm. "Did they notify the army to suppress us?"

"No, it's not!" Bryson was so distracted that he was speechless. But in the eyes of other mountain people, this was just a guilty conscience.

The more Bryson explained, the louder the villagers' discussions became. Although there were also members of the Wool Party who tried to mediate and explain the situation, different voices began to emerge even within the Wool Party.

"Okay." Henderson felt that he had the final say in the manor again, and a smile appeared on his face. "Since you said Brother Ansel went to get medicine, he must be very tired. How about you go to the village entrance to greet him?"

(End of this chapter)