When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 810 Night Parade
The streets of Rapid City seemed especially quiet under the cover of night, but in the central square of the port area, drunken civilians were still gathering.

They got firewood and a large number of heraldic flags of former nobles from somewhere, and lit a huge bonfire in the center of the square.

The bonfire flickered in the cold wind, but the cold weather did not affect the enthusiastic civilians at all.

The light and shadows reflected on their faces, revealing the flickering anger.

A printer raised his fist and shouted at the civilians.

Behind him, a monk of the Holy Way stood on a wine barrel and gave an impassioned speech.

He took out the bulletins of the Council of State and the bound volumes of Pravda, and began to refute Meliati's behavior point by point.

"The nobles make us buy their bonds and they fight our wars for us, bullshit!"

"But what about now? Well, their money has been returned in full, and our money has been wasted in Gravel Plain and Xialu City!"

"They let us go to war while they sit in the warm house counting money!"

"At the beginning, they said they would keep the nobles in order to fight against the Leia people, so we endured it, but in the end, we were still asked to fight. Then what was the point of keeping the nobles?!"

"The tyrant lost, and these nobles should also give an explanation!"

"We need to let those mountain people know that we plains people are not cowards!"

Shouts of agreement broke out from the crowd from time to time, and almost every word these leaders said was greeted with cheers and applause.

Within the Advisory Council, there are basically three political factions: the Shengsun faction, the Pingyuan faction, and the Shandi faction.

They are not a solid party but a loose political alliance. Sometimes, for a proposal, the three factions within them can split into left, center and right factions to vote.

Among these three factions, it is not the case that the plain faction consists entirely of plain people, and the mountain faction consists entirely of mountain people.

Instead, the Plains Faction was mainly composed of common people, but also included emerging industrial and commercial aristocrats.

There are many towns in the plains, and the monastic orders have strong control, so the citizens, craftsmen and farmers are powerful.

The same is true of the Mountain School, which is mainly composed of aristocrats, but there are also civilian craftsmen who are dependent on the aristocrats.

Among them were nobles from both plain counties and mountain counties.

But because the nobles of Plain County were wiped out by Horn and Meliati, some escaped, some died in battle, and their number was very small, so they were called the Mountain Faction.

What's more, the aristocratic and civilian factions are too obvious and can easily lead to confrontation.

The number of people at the rally soon exceeded six hundred and was even heading towards a thousand.

As people took their turns to speak, there was a commotion outside the crowd.

A new industrial and commercial noble from the Plains came riding a warhorse. He raised his pale eyebrows and said, "I have something to say. Please listen carefully."

This new nobleman was called Moigne. He used to be a Knight Temple and often did charity work and provided free medical care. He always had a good reputation.

Seeing Mo Ne coming, everyone was willing to give him face.

"Everyone, I understand your anger, but you must calm down." Mo Ne looked around and said solemnly, "Tomorrow, we will see the outcome. Why get drunk and cause trouble now?"

"No, we want His Majesty to hear our voices and petitions, and we want the representatives and citizens to show our will and strength." Ranbang pushed the crowd away and walked out, "We want the Holy Grandson, not the Grand Duke!"

"You are no match for the nobles. If you continue to make trouble like this, you will only be caught and suppressed."

Lipolole then stood up: "Do you think we are just drunk? No, we are fighting for the future of Thousand Valley!"

He turned to look at Jeanbon and other representatives beside him, and said firmly: "We are on the side of justice and are not afraid of trial!"

The crowd roared in approval.

This shout instantly overwhelmed old Monet's speech, and the crowd spontaneously began to form a parade.

They gathered together, put black and red flags on wooden sticks, and waved them while singing as they marched.

Soon, a procession of nearly a thousand people marched towards the Uffizi Palace.

As they walked, people from the houses on both sides continued to join the team, some even in their pajamas.

Standing in front of the bonfire, old Megne was so anxious that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, but he didn't know what to do, so he had to hurried towards the Uffizi Palace.

At the same time, Nathaniel stood on the watchtower, looking at the flickering fire in the distance, feeling vaguely uneasy.

He had hoped that Clowen would be able to notify Meliati as soon as possible and bring the Grand Duke's instructions.

But at this moment, Klowin is still nowhere to be seen!

The parade was getting closer and closer. If they were allowed to continue and Horn became aware of the situation, the consequences would be disastrous.

You know, a large number of mountain nobles came to Rapid City for this consultation meeting.

If Horn really took the opportunity to purge the aristocratic forces in the Council of State, then everything would be over. Now is their weak period.

Damn, when did they need to consider the opinions of civilians so much!
He gritted his teeth, turned around and said to his adjutant: "Dispatch Yihe Shu's men to stop them!"

Soon, a team of three hundred soldiers rushed to the main road, set up roadblocks, and blocked the road from the port area to the Uffizi Palace.

When the marching citizen craftsmen saw the soldiers ahead, they did not stop.

"Step aside!"

"We are here to petition, not to fight!"

The leading knight shouted angrily: "I've already said that the bonds will be repaid. Why don't you stay at home and run out in the middle of the night?"

"When will it be returned?" someone among the citizens shouted immediately. "Why do you ask this question?!" The knight became angry.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and then began to push and shove.

At first, it was just a few drunken citizens pushing the soldiers' shields, but soon, people from behind squeezed in and the scene became more and more chaotic.

During the scuffle, a soldier from Yiheshu saw civilians rushing towards him and subconsciously swung the iron stick in his hand.

Although he finally reduced his force, he only lightly scraped the man's shoulder.

But the citizen was already drunk and could not stand steadily. He fell to the ground with a bang as if he was trying to scammers, knocking over a wooden barrel beside him.

"The nobles are beating people up!"

"We are just petitioning, why are you so cruel to our compatriots?!"

"Do you want to surrender to the Leia?"

Nathaniel, who was accused of several serious crimes, was furious. He shouted, "Didn't I tell you not to hit people? Back off! Don't push!"

However, chaos has begun to spread.

When someone fell, more people were pushed to the ground.

The soldiers began to retreat, trying to restore order.

Footsteps were heard on the street, and the gendarmerie arrived at the scene in neat rows, trying to separate the two sides.

However, the chaotic situation could not be quickly brought under control.

To make matters worse, the messages being relayed around the city were inaccurate.

As the people in the parade scattered and fled, the news that spread became:
"The citizens took back the bonds from the nobles, but the nobles used force and killed many people!"

"The Holy Grandson has been imprisoned by the nobles. They want to amend the constitution and repeal the "Dead Hand Tax Abolition Order"!"

"The nobles have surrendered to the Leia people, and they want to massacre us!"

The news spread quickly among Plains supporters, and rumors and fears began to brew in the dark.

"The nobles killed someone!"

"Go to the Uffizi Palace and rescue the Patriarch!"

More and more citizens took to the streets, and the representatives in the hotels and villas were forcibly taken out by the citizens.

Many representatives were carried out while they were asleep and had no idea what was happening, but they were cheered and forced to sign the petition.

The nobles acted just as quickly, immediately sending out their private soldiers, slaves, or their own tenants to seize the representatives.

In order to prevent the representatives from being kidnapped, they even took the initiative and started to snatch the representatives from the hotel.

Some unlucky representatives may even change hands three or four times.

In the end, it was Rafael who ran out with the gendarmes and took the frightened representatives away.

Citizens and workers gathered again, holding high the banner of "Petition to Protect the Constitution" and marching directly towards the Uffizi Palace.

Nathaniel quickly mobilized more troops and sent his trusted knights and the nobles' slaves and tenants to defend the main roads.

Chaos broke out in the streets.

The citizens tried to break the blockade, while the nobles used shields to drive the crowd back.

Fortunately, Lafer's military police arrived at the scene in time and no deaths or major damage were caused.

However, as the chaos grew and contact with Meliati continued unabated, they were at a loss for what to do.

The nobles simply hardened their hearts and began to beat and expel the citizens.

In front of the nobles with extraordinary powers, many marching teams were cut up and dispersed.

There were even some citizens who scattered as soon as the iron bars were raised.

"The situation is not right." Standing on the roof of the carriage, Liporolle said to Jeanbon while biting his thumb.

"Since the nobles dare to take action, don't blame us." Ranbang was furious at this moment, "Give me a horse, and I will go to the surrounding areas to encourage the farmers!"

Amid the sound of horses clattering in the dark night, Jean Bang and several of his companions rode fast horses from the port area to the surrounding villages.

However, as soon as they reached the city gate, they were stopped by a team of night watchmen dressed in black.

Du Valon, with acne on his face, stood in the night and looked at them seriously.

"Everyone." His voice was hoarse, but it carried an irresistible majesty. "Please don't leave the city. Wait quietly."

Jeanbon, however, could not help but tremble: "We must go and inform the peasants, and let them know that the nobles have betrayed us!"

Du Valon didn't say much, just pointed behind him.

Ranbang didn't understand at first, he just followed his gaze and immediately gasped.

In the fields outside the city, densely packed guards sat in neat rows on the ground, waiting in the darkness.

They crunched their cereal bars, but their eyes were always fixed on the noisy city.

"Your Majesty does not want the situation to escalate. It is good and spirited to mobilize the peasants." Du Valon stood in front of Jeanbon with his hands behind his back, and his voice was extremely steady, "But not now."

(End of this chapter)