When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 616 Black Envelope

After taking allicin, especially the allicin that is specifically effective against dysentery, Lalor's daughter, little Tally's symptoms have been greatly alleviated, and she can even drink some liquid food.

On the contrary, Ansel caught a cold after running around in the rain for a whole day and night without sleep.

Fortunately, Ansel just had a common cold and his fever went down after drinking ginger soup and herbal medicine.

According to several veteran mountain people, if he lies down for another day or two to rest and avoids catching a cold, he will recover soon.

"Brother Ansel, Aunt Foheri brought egg soup with cabbage." Bryson carefully brought a wooden bowl and placed it at the bedside of Ansel who was sleeping next to the fireplace.

Ansel sat up on the bed, draped the blanket over his shoulders, said thank you in a hoarse voice, and drank the egg soup.

The so-called egg soup is actually a few raw eggs beaten with boiling water and hot milk. What good can the mountain people eat? This is something you can only eat when you are sick or on your birthday.

During the two days that Ansel was sick in bed, he ate several birthday meals for free.

But what bothered Bryson was that this man was rescued, Ansel had fallen, but why were there still only 30 members of the Scythe Brotherhood?

This mountain man is too stubborn.

While Bryson was still thinking about something, Ansel put down the wooden bowl and asked in a hoarse voice, "How is little Tallie from the Lalor family?"

"Much better. I can even get out of bed and walk a few steps, but I still don't dare to leave the house."

"So what's the situation with the Mason Rebellion?"

"No." Bryson wiped the bedside with a rag while putting away the soup bowls. "Isn't there an emergency curfew? It's been two days, no one is allowed to go out, even the patrolling Savior Army didn't come, how can I get any news?"

However, compared with before, although there were still occasional armed soldiers hovering around the church to monitor their actions, no one directly held him hostage or placed him under house arrest like they did the day before yesterday.

After all, it is impossible for the armed farmers to completely turn against the public farmers. They are not Henderson and have no idea which side the knights are on.

Even if Henderson said it, no one would believe it, after all, it's just empty talk.

Putting the rag and wooden bowl aside, Bryson picked up the hot towel and handed it to Ansel: "Do you have any tricks? Anyway, there is martial law here, why not just let the Savior Army move in."

"It's not that simple. It may cause a chain reaction." Ansel wiped his face with a hot towel and shook his head. "We are a constitutional country, not a warlord country. We protect the freedom and lives of our citizens. Aren't these knights and nobles considered citizens?

If we don't treat the knights as citizens and fail to treat them equally, wouldn't that force the knights to split the country? At that time, the happiest country would be the Kingdom of Leia.

If we arrest knights without any evidence, can knights arrest monks without any evidence?
We are the first to violate the constitution. Who will take the constitution seriously? Who will take the country of Qianhe Valley seriously?

Therefore, unless it is a malicious and extreme act, the Saviors cannot kill the knights at will, because they are citizens of Thousand Valley!

Even if our army catches them, they must first be handed over to the court and then held a public trial.

Fighting and killing cannot solve all problems. If I had started to learn from the neighboring Mason Parish and started fighting and killing, the uprising area should now include their parish. "

"Aren't knights said to be the devil's lackeys?" Bryson muttered.

Ansel huddled in bed and leaned his head against the railing: “Yes, but these knights are little lackeys, and some of them can even be saved. Let’s defeat the big lackey of the Kingdom of Leia first, and then we can deal with them later.

If we deal with them now and waste so much time, when the Kingdom of Leia attacks us, we won't be ready yet, what should we do?"

At this point, Ansel became a little anxious. The monks were not bandits, and they always did things in a legitimate way.

The logic behind the perpetual lease is that "since part of the lord's power comes from the people, the people must have a certain degree of autonomy, so freedom and life should not be easily deprived."

The basis for establishing the Hundred Household Districts is to protect the "freedom" and "life" of the people, so that the people can be their own masters. But if the people oppose it and the Holy See agrees and it can be implemented, then the people will still not be able to be independent?
It has to be said that although only a dozen knights from the manors participated, they handled it very accurately. So far, they have not called it a rebellion but instead called it martial law and protection of the people.

If the Savior Army really marches in without any solid evidence, doesn't that prove that "the lord's power comes from the Holy Father and the people" is just empty talk?

To be even more blunt, can the Holy See define the good and bad of citizens at will, rather than based on the constitution or laws?

Therefore, the best approach should be to adopt a half-change and half-no-change approach, not forcing reforms but retaining the power to carry out reforms.

However, since Leia's army was in the front, and the order in South Mound County did not have sufficient authority and time to conduct experimental investigations, it could only force its way through in a one-size-fits-all manner.

Ansel sighed. At present, Cardinal Madeleine has taken over the affairs here, but he doesn't know what measures he will take.

But no matter what, the situation had better not be so bad that the Saviors need to be dispatched, especially the Black Champions.

"Do you know what Henderson has been doing these days?" Ansel asked.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network." Bryson replied immediately, "He has been much more well-behaved in recent days, but it seems that something happened with the knights today, and they called many villagers over for a meeting.

Our people followed to seven or eight households, but were all turned away. I don’t know what they were doing, but since they are knights…”

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Bryson didn't finish his words, but Ansel could understand the implication. This knight's stance was ambiguous and he seemed to be a fence-sitter.

He has now declared martial law, and if people from Mason Parish come rushing over, he might just surrender.

"Adrian is not trustworthy." Ansel coughed, "But don't be afraid. The cardinals in front of the king have seen all kinds of storms and waves. They will definitely find a way."

Bryson nodded worriedly, while Ansel smiled and said, "This is your first time presiding over payroll and group prayers, so don't be late."

Today is September 9th, Yang Mao's payday. According to previous practice, they would give a scripture sermon or lead everyone in prayer after paying their salaries.

This part was originally done by Ansel, so this time it had to be handed over to Bryson.

Walking out of Ansel's bedroom, Bryson looked at the gloomy sky, not knowing what expression to make.

He first washed his face with cold water, straightened his clothes in front of the clean water, and forced a smile.

Then he picked up the Gospel covered with cowhide and walked towards the main hall of the village church.

"........."

However, before he reached the main hall, he heard bursts of noisy discussions and even crying, which continued to echo in the low main hall.

Outside the door of the main hall, a clever mountain villager had been waiting there in advance, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Bryson immediately realized something was wrong. He rushed to the mountain man in two steps and asked, "Why are you making so much noise? What happened?"

The clever mountain man didn't say anything, but just handed over a black envelope.

This is a common tactic used by robbers or mountain people when fighting. They first write a threatening letter, and then launch an attack if the other party refuses to comply.

His heart pounding, Bryson opened the letter with trembling hands. In the envelope was a piece of cheap jute paper with a few lines of simple small handwriting written in crooked, incorrect grammar.

"We are the mountain rebels. We have two knights, twenty swordsmen, and fifty archers. Hand over your itinerant monks and assistant monks. Otherwise, we will attack the village and forcibly search and take away the itinerant monks."

(End of this chapter)