When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 899: Bloody Day (Part )

After adjusting his appearance in front of an expensive mercury mirror, Liporolle combed his hair into a representative look in the dazzling morning sun.

There was a sudden knock at the open door.

Liporolle turned around and saw Jeanbon in a tattered suit. He looked at his glamorous self with a complicated expression.

"What are you standing for? Sit down anywhere, I'll be done in no time," Liporolle said to Jeanbon as he had always done.

"Did you petition the Senate?"

"Yes!"

"Will you also be the spokesperson for the public vote today?"

"Yes."

“Do you know what the petition specifically says?”

"……Yes."

Jean Bang held the door tightly: "You are the one who taught me what constitutionalism and freedom are. Why did you give up?"

"It's not me who gave up on constitutionalism, it's constitutionalism that gave up on me."

Liporolle was still standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes, and his voice was calm as water: "I lost my seat as a representative and was locked up in jail for so many days.

I was originally disheartened and wanted to go home to inherit the dyeing workshop, but not long after, I received the news.

The Holy Hammer Monastery under the name of the Pope's Palace opened a dyeing workshop in the countryside and did not report it to the guild at all.

They opened one shop after another, poached our helpers, spread dye formulas at random, and forced us to compete with them on price.”

As a new owner of agricultural machinery, Jeanbon had no favorable impression of guilds under the influence of the Holy Hammer Monastery.

His seed drill and wheel plow workshop was harassed by the guild several times because it used hinges produced by state-owned factories.

As for losing the representative seat, the Holy League is punishing openly and rewarding secretly.

Not only did he teach Rangbang the craft, turning him from an agent into a manufacturer, he also instructed him to go to night school so that he could run for representative next year.

As for Liporolla, although he was punished, when he established the dye factory, the chief priest personally went to his house to invite him to be the director of the factory.

But Lipporolla took the dyeing pole and beat the priest out of the house.

Standing in front of his good friend, he had thousands of words to say but couldn't utter a word.

Let Bon know, Liporolle won't listen.

"Do you remember my little sister?"

"Beatrix, a very lovely girl..."

Lipolole interrupted: "In the past, she would have married a clerk or a lawyer, a notary, a middle-class person of suitable status.

In the era of constitutionalism, I think she can freely marry someone she loves, even if that person is a farmer.

I hope she can be happy.

But you know what? We spent all her dowry just to compete with her on price.

You know, without the support of our status as guild masters, we would just be ordinary craftsmen and we wouldn’t even be able to marry a lawyer.

But unfortunately, our family went bankrupt and the six of us were squeezed into a small country house. We had to send little Beata to a newly opened convent. "

For the first time, Jeanbon interrupted Liporolle: "Is there still a convent? Wasn't it abolished long ago? She is not an orphan or a military dependent."

“Of course there is, it’s just under a new name, it’s called Girls’ School.

I had already found out that the inmates were all political prisoners, daughters and widows of old aristocrats, and that they were not learning women's etiquette but equestrian philosophy.

Who do you think likes these? Isn't it the Pope? Girls' school is the place where His Majesty chooses his concubines!
If you are not selected, you will have to stay there for the rest of your life, and even be provided for the entertainment of senior monks of the Holy League.

For the sake of constitutionalism, I risked my life, gave up my innocence, and endured contempt, but what happened in the end?

Not only did Beatrix fail to marry into a good family, she also had to become, become…”

At this point, Lipolole's words were choked with sobs.

"Isn't it just a matter of money?" It was the first time that Jean Bang heard Lippolole choking up, even a little flustered. "Come and help me manage my farm machinery workshop, I'll give you half of the shares, and then redeem little Beata..."

"It's not about money!" Liporolle turned around abruptly, grabbed his collar and yelled, "Our family has been rooted in the guild for nearly a hundred years, and we have a fine tradition and heritage.

A century-old foundation is about to be destroyed in an instant. The guild is gone, and I don’t even know who I am anymore! "

"You are Lipolole Dessal! Even if the guild is gone, you are still Lipolole Dessal!" Ranbang unconsciously emphasized his tone.

"My grandfather is a master of printing and dyeing, my father is a master of printing and dyeing, and I and my children should all be masters of printing and dyeing. They will follow the routine, learn to write at the age of seven, become apprentices at the age of twelve, become helpers at the age of twenty, become masters at the age of thirty, and become masters at the age of forty." Lipolole walked to the opposite side of Jeanbon, "If we lose the guild, we will lose Desart. If we lose Desart, I will be no different from you."

"What's the difference?" Ranbang was stunned.

The two people who were arguing suddenly became quiet, as if the dust under the sun had solidified in the air.

The first to act was Jeanbon, who faced Liporolle and slowly retreated.

Until, he retreated to the door: "I once thought we were friends, but in fact you are no different from Ovid."

"You support constitutionalism, but don't you want to be the boss? Is the Pope equal to the common people?"

Ranbang did not reply, but continued to talk to himself: "...At the beginning, I went to attend the meeting of the Council of State and rented a dress. You bought it for me and gave it to me.

This dress is dirty and torn, but I still wear it and I am wearing it today.

Because I think this is a symbol of our friendship, that you and I are equal people, and we are communicating on an equal footing.

This kind of friendship was the first time I had ever experienced in my life, and from then on I knew what equality was.

But today, I think friendship is just charity from big people to small people."

Liporolle stared at Jeanbon. Although he was always eloquent, his mind seemed to be blank at this moment.

Ranbang slowly took off the coat and hung it on the coat hook beside him.

"I support constitutionalism, I support equality, I support freedom, I support Your Majesty, and I support the workplace."

This former small armed peasant, the timid armed peasant facing the knight, stood with his chest held high in front of his most respected and even admired friend:

"We are no longer friends!"

The door slammed shut, causing the dust on the beams to fall into piles.

But Lipolole remained standing there.

He stared at the tattered suit on the coat hook for almost a minute before he realized what was happening and cursed, "Who cares... Who cares!"

After re-arranging his clothes in front of the mirror, Liporolle knew that he was about to start the most glorious day of his life.

He pushed open the door and walked to the carriage surrounded by countless people.

Pulling out a petition from his arms, Liporolle waved it toward the crowd: "I am about to bring peace to the Thousand River Valley!"

"Well done."

"That's how it should be!"

Amid cheers, the carriage slowly drove to the circular square in the dock area, which had been selected as the location for the public vote.

On the wooden platform that had been set up long ago, representatives and priests from various levels of the Rapid City Hall and other organizations stood solemnly.

At this moment, there were also representatives from other places, riding on horses and rushing here in a dusty state.

Streamers were flying, the crowd was cheering, and Lipolole got off the carriage, feeling a little dizzy for a moment.

He took out the silver kettle from his arms and took a sip of coffee.

But when he lowered his head, he saw a line of words engraved on the kettle: "To my best friend, Lipolole."

It was not until the drum beats sounded that Lipolole realized that he had been looking at the kettle for a long time.

"Citizen Liporolle, please come forward with your petition."

The master of ceremonies stretched out his voice, taking advantage of the quiet moment when the drums stopped, so that most people could hear him.

Lipolole raised his head and looked around. Although everyone saw encouraging looks, his heart was pounding.

Until he saw a pair of dark eyes, those were Denosov's eyes.

Liporolle thought of the little house in the country and how he had tried to make peace with the priest but had been turned away.

As long as we go back to the way things were, everything would be fine.

Lipolole stepped onto the stage and said, “I am Lipolole Dessalle, from the Dessalle family of the printing and dyeing guild.

On behalf of 5172 believers from all over the Thousand Valleys, I am petitioning the Council of State.

First, we petition to re-elect the autocratic president.

Second, we petition to announce the conditions of the Leia people to the entire Thousand Valley.

We believe that as long as we re-elect the despot, return the royal power to the king and the religious power to the pope, we can usher in peace, at least for a generation!"

(End of this chapter)