When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 764: Leia people, bad!
The green-painted mail ship stopped at a small fishing port, dropped off a thick stack of bulletins, and then quickly continued on its journey.

The messengers in raincoats picked up the bulletin, rode on fast horses, and delivered notices and pamphlets to mailboxes at the entrances of various districts, villages and towns.

Unlike letters from the public, these bulletins from the top-level Council of State and the Holy See have the highest priority.

These mailboxes are nailed with wooden boards, and every day the centurion or mayor will send people to check the mailboxes at the intersection.

Tiezhamen Town is no exception.

As the gateway to the Thousand River Valley, this small town was once a must-go place for merchant ships, wool, ceramics, grain...

Ships often stop here, but since the independence of Qianhe Valley, the surface of the Nauan River has become much quieter.

After several wars, the town's population has declined significantly.

But after all, there are still two to three thousand permanent residents, making it one of the larger towns in Hotam County.

The monk in charge of ringing the bell yawned, took the key from around his neck and inserted it into the iron lock of the mailbox.

The rusty keyhole made an unpleasant noise.

When the bell-ringing monk saw the bulletin tied with hemp rope in the mailbox, he was visibly stunned.

Today's communiqué is much thicker than previous ones.

The bell-ringing monk picked one out at random, took a closer look, and instantly clenched his hand holding the bulletin.

"Mayor, Mayor West!"

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early morning.

The townspeople who went out had only taken a few steps when they saw a crowd gathering towards the town hall.

On the huge notice wall with a awning outside the government office, two clerks were carrying buckets of paste and pasting several notices and pictures.

In the bright red stereotype, a bald devil with a blue bee flag is digging a dam with a hoe.

Another painting shows a devastating flood.

Although they couldn't understand the words on the notice, just looking at the pictures made the townspeople tremble with fear.

The well-dressed notary stood up and began to recite in his loud and clear voice.

When the content of the notice reached everyone's ears, everyone's expression changed.

"Duke Wing Nest dug the dam? Is the flood coming again?"

"We need to recruit civilians to build flood control dikes and dams, and we also need to send people to Lower River County!"

"Oh my God, tonight, men aged 16 to 50, groups of 10, go to the town hall and draw lots!"

"Oh shit, why are the Leia people so mean!"

More and more townspeople gathered in front of the notice wall, blocking the road.

They were still reluctant to leave and instead stayed where they were to discuss.

The order to conscript civilians could be passed with just a signature from the county chief.

For ordinary civilians, it is like cutting flesh.

There are still farm work to do after autumn, and it is even more difficult for families with no men or only one man.

These are just a few days of good life.

The Duke of Wing Nest dug a dam, the Despot Duke suffered a miserable defeat and could not pay back the bonds, and the lunatics from the Holy Way sect came to preach every day.

Then I recalled the rumors that Meliati was the Duke's adopted daughter and was not worthy of being elected as the monarch.

We have only had peace for a few years, and now chaos is about to occur again.

After the clerks finished brushing the bulletin, they read it again indistinctly, and then shouted loudly: "Remember to come to the town hall in groups of ten tonight. Don't force me to come to invite you. Those who don't come will be automatically recorded as civilians."

A group of ten people consists of ten men from nearby households.

The lottery also involves randomly selecting one or two people from ten people, rather than randomly selecting one or two hundred people from a thousand people.

In this way, these ten people must supervise each other. If one of them runs away, the probability of the remaining people being selected will greatly increase.

The two clerks left through the crowd. One of them returned to the town hall, while the other used the excuse of having a stomachache and walked quickly into a private house.

When he walked in, he had to look back to make sure no one saw him before he walked into the yard. The yard was surrounded by a chest-high fence, and the inside was overgrown with weeds.

Tiezhamen Town was "captured" by the Shengsun righteous army, causing a lot of damage.

To this day, there are still many empty houses in the town.

There are actually two people in the empty house today.

The wood-framed rammed-earth house is dimly lit, with only a few rays of light leaking in through the gaps between the eaves and the roof.

A middle-aged monk and a masked man sat side by side behind the light.

The ascetic monk Batis saw the clerk coming and asked with a smile, "What has Mayor West thought about it?"

"He still doesn't want to. Mayor West is too suspicious. It's too difficult for you to place a stranger next to him." The clerk smiled bitterly, "I have worked under him for almost ten years, and he doesn't trust me very much."

"This stubborn old thing." The masked man's voice sounded very familiar to the clerk, but he didn't dare to guess.

Batis took out a gold pound and threw it to the clerk: "This is a reward for you. Be careful when you use it."

"I understand, I understand." The clerk couldn't close his eyes because of smiling.

"In recent days, the news that 'Meriati is dead' and 'Meriati is not a noble' has been spread. Don't forget it."

"Certainly not."

The clerk left the house happily.

Several pale-faced men walked out of the shadows and stood behind the door.

This is the only invisible person left in the Thousand River Valley of the church.

"It looks like there's no hope for Iron Gate Town." The masked man tore off the black cloth on his face, revealing a face that Horn was fairly familiar with.

Count Sampoli actually came to this small iron gate town. If anyone saw him, they would definitely jump in shock.

"What about the fortresses?"

"No way." Sampoli said discouragedly, "I don't know where Meliati found these stubborn old men from. They are all stubborn and unyielding."

Batis remained silent.

As long as Meliati remains a noble, it will be difficult for the mountain knights who form its core group to betray him.

He knew this, but he didn't expect that everyone in a key position would be so difficult to betray.

Is Meliati really so good at judging people? Are all of them loyal?

"It's okay. Once the debt crisis breaks out, combined with the evidence of Meliati's identity, even the most resolute people will be shaken." Batis said, pushing a letter in front of Sampoli.

"what is this?"

"A letter to King Ginegis."

Samboli's breathing paused for a moment.

"You can open it and take a look." Batis smiled, "The evaluation of you is absolutely appropriate and fair, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to mail it."

After Meliati lost contact, Herman, who presided over the Advisory Council, imposed a control on letters.

All mail sent is subject to mandatory inspection.

It's not that Batistuta couldn't send the player out through informal channels, but he still insisted on asking Sampaoli for help.

In the final analysis, it's a shared crime, and we're just making a pledge of allegiance.

Sampoli glanced over the compliments he received in the letter.

But I also saw a detailed investigation of the geography of the roads in the Thousand River Valley and the distribution of military forces and economy at the end of the letter.

"This letter..." Sampoli gritted his teeth and put it back into the envelope, "Please give it to me."

"I'll be waiting for your good news." Batis stood up with a smile and put on his hood again. "By the way, I'll be contacting the mountain nobles soon."

"Now? We are not sure whether Meliati is really dead." Sampoli stood up quickly. "If she finds out, we might be exposed."

"Hahahaha." Batis's inexplicable face disappeared into the shadows. "Not too early, not too late, just right."

(End of this chapter)