When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 900 The Bloody Day (Part 5) (k -in-)

A lot of people gathered in the square.

There were laborers from the suburbs, craftsmen from the docks, citizens from the inner city, and even centurions and wandering monks.

The largest number of people were the workers from the dock area and the urban poor, who filled the alleys around the square.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lipolole, including the top leaders of the Holy League on the wooden platform.

Looking at Lippolole who was talking in the center of the square, Mitternich, sitting on a high-backed chair on a wooden platform, squinted his eyes and began to reminisce.

"Is this Liporolle the one who launched the impeachment against Meliati during the Bloodless Night?"

Karl was stunned. He stood up and looked for a long time before he was surprised: "It's really him."

Mitternich shook his head. "What a pity. He doesn't want to be the workshop manager. I was going to nominate him to the Gospel Court."

"It's hard for people to change." Carl didn't know what he remembered, and he actually sighed, "Fate..."

"All right!"

At this time, Goangzi was tired of Lipolole's endless speech and interrupted impatiently: "I have understood your statement. I have two points to make."

"Please speak." Liporolle bowed to show respect.

“First, the matter of re-electing an autocratic president is too big and requires the presence of more than three-quarters of the representatives.

Even if we rush the process for you, it will not take less than five days.

I hope that in the meantime, you can dredge the canal and prevent the soldiers fighting on the front from starving."

Liporolle shook his head: "At most I just told them what you said. I'm not sure whether they can start the work."

"Are you threatening me?" Geangqi's expression became serious.

"No, no, no, I'm just stating the truth. I really don't have that power." Liporolle hastened to make amends, "I think they are very likely to start the work, as long as they are paid enough."

The old speaker took a deep breath and said nothing more, "Second, it's about the rumor about the Leia peace treaty you mentioned..."

"It's not a rumor." Lipolole immediately shook his head.

"How rude!" the ceremonial officer next to him immediately yelled.

But Liberole ignored him and said: "You said it was a rumor, but I got a peace treaty from the Layans from a monk who did not want to reveal his name.

Please don't ask his name, he just wants peace."

Lipolole solemnly took out a stack of papers from his arms and waved it vigorously towards the crowd.

Led by people who had been arranged in advance, the onlookers gave waves of cheers of support.

Facing these numerous believers, Lipolole coughed and cleared his throat: "... King Jinigis promised to retain all existing assets and real estate distribution in the Thousand River Valley, including land and former church property.

The king will only appoint the Speaker of the Council of State locally and retain the structure of the Council of State. Not only that, the power of the Council of State will be expanded and changed into the Council of State.

The Council of State will replace the Cardinals' Conference and take full control of local administrative power..."

At first, only the citizens' eyes lit up, but later, even some representatives began to waver.

These conditions are unprecedented in the history of the Kingdom of Leia.

This is equivalent to Qianhe Valley changing from a kingdom's territory to a vassal state, and it is a vassal state that the suzerain state cannot interfere with at will.

After all, he was scared by our Qianhe Valley people!

Although they had just robbed the rations of the soldiers on the front line, the people still puffed out their chests with pride.

"...Their only request is to dissolve the Holy League, restore the Thousand River Valley, and cancel the title of Pope of His Excellency Horn Garrar and change it to Patriarch of the Thousand River Valley."

After reading a series of half-truthful and half-false contract contents, he turned to the representatives and monks on the wooden platform and asked with a smile: "Is this true?"

"Yes." Goangzi looked at the little man, "But that was just a baron of the royal palace shouting in front of the battlefield. It was not submitted in writing, so it is not considered a peace treaty."

"Why not?" Amid the uproar of the people around him, Liporolle turned to the crowd and asked, "Did you give them a chance to submit the documents?"

"Are you speaking for the Leia people?" A monk stood up and pointed at Lipolole's nose and cursed.

"Oh, so you say a few fair words and you say that you are speaking for the Leia people?" Lipolole said with a sarcastic smile, "Before 1447, didn't the people of Qianhe Valley all call themselves Leia people?"

"The faithful Liberole Dessalle!"

"I'm listening." Lipolole raised his head.

The elder brother, Angqi, stood up for the first time with the help of a cane: "I tell you again, this is a complete rumor."

Geangzi has been doing business in Rapid City for many years, so he still has some face.

But Liporolle was determined not to give any face. He would move to Norn anyway and would no longer be a Thousand River Valley or Rapid City resident.

"Then let me say it again. Since you think it is a rumor, then publish the entire article in the form of a rumor refutation and let the believers make their own judgment!"

Lipporolle's powerful rebuttal won him praise and commendation from many people.

Brother Anzi started coughing, but his eyes never left Lipolole himself, as if he wanted to remember every detail of his face.

The monk next to him lowered his head and said, "Don't be angry. Please let me go first. There is still some time to wait before the trial process can be passed."

Thinking about the military rations that still had not been shipped out, and the rioting civilians in the dock area who were eyeing him covetously, Geangzi nodded helplessly.

"In that case, let's start voting on this petition. Please note that this is a vote on whether the petition should enter the process, not a vote on whether it should be passed."

"and many more."

Everyone looked at the crowd and saw a young man trying to rush out of the night watchman who was trying to stop him: "I have something to say."

What to say at this time?

Mitternich recognized who it was. He thought for a moment and smiled: "Karl, ask your people to let him in."

The night watchman quickly let go, and the young man straightened his clothes and strode towards the center of the square.

Lipolole stared with wide eyes at the man who was slowly walking out of the crowd.

He was not tall, wearing a clean farmer's jacket and a felt hat on his head.

The once sad eyebrows stood straight up, and the eyes that were cowardly and confused when I first saw them were now filled with anger and determination.

"Jiang Bang?"

"it's me."

"You want to debate with me?" Liporolle said in disbelief and a hint of amusement.

You know, the knowledge about constitutionalism, the Holy Word, and common sense related to politics were all taught by Liberole.

Although Liporolle himself was a dyer, he was quite talented in this area.

During their usual tavern political discussions at the Canal Club, Bang was not even qualified to sit at the table.

The only highlight moment was when he jumped onto the wine table during the Bloodless Night and called on everyone for support.

But if Lipolole had not taken the lead in supporting it, he probably would not have been able to mobilize many people at that time.

Do you want to disturb him with Jeanbon? Liporolle glanced at Mitternich, who seemed to be smiling. Despicable!

"Jiang Bang, I don't want you to embarrass yourself." Feeling the still warm kettle on his chest, Liporolle lowered his voice, "Go down quickly."

"Open voting means that everyone has the right to speak." Ranbang shook his head: "I came up to refute you."

"You refuted me..." Liporolle was so angry that he laughed, "Don't be so ridiculous, Ranbang, go down now, you have nothing to do here."

"This is my business." Ranbang's voice became louder. "The Holy Union is my country, and its business is my business."

"You are just lucky. You care about the Holy League, but does the Holy League really care about you?" Lipolole cursed.

"Just because your dyeing factory went bankrupt doesn't mean you can't go out to work. Is it difficult to be a master in a dyeing and printing workshop? There are no guild restrictions."

Having his scars exposed in public, Liporolle was completely furious: "What is your purpose in saying this? Hmm? Is it right to disband the guild?

Ask the citizens present here, has disbanding the guild brought them any convenience at all?"

"Uu——"

Naturally, the citizens gave thumbs-up and booed.

You know, originally the urban middle class was not directly governed by the city council or city hall, but by an intermediary group.

It is undeniable that the existence of guilds ensures price stability in a region and prevents vicious competition.

Positions in the guild were inherited like hereditary, and were closed to the public. For the citizens, the existence of the guild was naturally a great joy, but for the rural craftsmen and laborers, the existence of the guild was too painful.

Amid the boos from the crowd, Lipolole looked at Jeanbon with a gloomy face and said, "Your Majesty Horn does not understand industry and commerce, let alone get involved in it.

The reason why I proposed to re-elect the autocratic prince was because Horn promised to bring us good news, but what happened in the end..."

"It's not only the city dwellers who are considered human beings. The farmers living in the countryside and the laborers wandering around the suburbs are also human beings!"

Pointing his index finger at Liporolle, the farmer let out a roar.

"Your citizens want their daughters to marry the men they love, your citizens want to eat cheese and ham, your citizens want to live in better houses.

But what about us farmers? What about us laborers? Don’t we deserve it?

Don’t we want our daughters to marry better? Our sisters are not even qualified to enter a convent! "

"Don't change the subject here. We are discussing the Holy Alliance's monopoly on the market and the struggle for power and unwillingness to negotiate peace!" Lipolole shouted at Jeanbon with spit flying.

He stretched out his legs and walked quickly towards Lipolole.

As if they had telepathic connection, at the same time as Jangbang started, Lipolole also walked towards him quickly.

The two of them stopped about two steps apart.

At this distance, Liporolle could see Ranbang's angry eyes, and Ranbang could see Liporolle's clenched teeth.

As for the loudspeaker monk, he trotted over, holding a special iron loudspeaker and broadcast the entire conversation between the two.

It was Jean Bang who spoke first: "It's not the Holy Union that monopolized the market, it's the Guild. It's just that you monopolized it early enough that everyone has forgotten about it!"

As soon as Jeanbon finished his last word, Liporolle immediately retorted: "The Holy League also has a monopoly, and the Guild also has a monopoly. What is the difference between the Holy League and the Empire? What is the difference between Horn and Constance?!"

"If citizens are superior to others, then what is the difference between citizens and nobles? They are just new types of nobles. Aren't you against nobles?"

"I am against nobles who have no talent and no morals, but now it is the priests and monks who have no talent and no morals!"

"In that case, can you guarantee that the masters in the guild will always be both talented and virtuous? Why do you want the guild to continue?"

The two men stared at each other like bulls fighting, their foreheads almost touching.

Their mouths moved rapidly, and words flew back and forth like spears stabbing each other on a battlefield.

Often, as soon as the last word of a sentence is said, the next person can immediately refute it.

Those who used to be from the same hometown as Rangbang looked at this fellow villager with confusion and even unfamiliarity.

Is this still Rangbang, the honest and timid farm boy?
As Horne once said, war is a powerful tool for strengthening national character.

Under tremendous pressure, the original outdated ideas had to be updated and the originally loose people had to unite.

Just like Jeanbon was once a piece of dull iron, it was sharpened by the three years of career, hammered by the bloodless night, and tempered by the one-year war, and finally became a sharp sword at this moment.

As time passed, gradually, everyone felt that the situation had changed.

Everyone could see that, although he initially stuttered, Janbang became more and more fluent in his speech, and he seemed to have grown taller.

Although Liporolle on the opposite side was just as powerful, the beads of sweat on his forehead were becoming more and more dense.

The onlookers had already vaguely sensed that Lipolole's logic was not making sense.

He wanted equality and open channels for advancement, but he was unwilling to be equal to the workers and unwilling to disband the guilds to provide opportunities for advancement for rural craftsmen.

Including many representatives and monks on the stage, they all vaguely felt the deeper meaning behind Rangbang's words.

"You just want everyone above you to be equal, and everyone below you to have a strict hierarchy!"

"Yes, so what?" Lipolole's collar and armpits were all wet with sweat. "Citizens are responsible for creating value. Farmers are supposed to provide food and raw materials for the city. This is the duty prescribed by the Holy Father!"

"Hahahahahaha." Ran Bang burst into laughter. It seemed like an illusion, and everyone felt that Ran Bang's laughter seemed a little sad.

"What's the difference between the Holy Alliance and the Empire? I'll tell you what the difference is!
The Empire is always for the welfare of the nobility, and the Thousand Valleys Monarchy in your mind is for the welfare of all citizens, small landowners and the middle class.

But the Holy Union, our Lord Horn, is for the well-being of all believers!"

Looking at Jeanbon's chest heaving, Lipolole blinked rapidly and sweat dripped down his face.

Jeanbon walked slowly forward and passed Liberole.

He turned his back to his former friend and faced the countless people in front of him.

"If you lose both hands, the guild will abandon you, but the Holy Union will not. They will let you go to the workshop to teach new craftsmen."

"If you want to learn to read, the church will only stop you, but the Holy Union will not. It will provide free literacy classes!"

"Your family is poor, no problem. Saint Lady Bank provides interest-free loans based on a five-household guarantee."

"Your family is rich, no problem. As long as you pay your taxes honestly, no bishops or nobles will come to your house to extort money!"

"The usury is gone, the tribute is gone, the dead hand tax is gone, the tax card is gone... all the chains that once tightly locked our throats are gone!"

"What price did we pay? Tens of thousands of our men were killed or injured, and countless blood was shed."

"Do you want all these things back? Do you really believe in the promises of the Leia and the Norn?"

"Remember the Duke of Darnay? Remember Constance? Did they keep their promise?"

"I only know that His Majesty said he would give you equality, fairness and freedom, and he fulfilled his promise!"

Ranbang's broken words echoed over the square, and even Denosov, who was hiding behind the window, was stunned for a moment.

It was not only because this man dressed as a farmer said such powerful words, but also because everyone around him was silent.

They actually all admitted these words, or at least they didn't dare to refute them, and couldn't find any place to refute them!

Even Lipolole stood there at a loss, not knowing what to say in rebuttal.

"Liporolle is a loser. Hurry up and ask Ramuders to come up with a backup plan."

Looking at the situation in the square, Denosov cursed inwardly, wondering if he could continue to say this.

“There were two floods between 1444 and 1449.

In 1444, the church did nothing and countless believers starved to death.

In the 1449 battle, the Black Champion worked hard to repair the dam in Upper Rivershire, and the monks of the Holy Alliance personally carried sandbags to block the water.

Facing the crowd, let Bang point to the distance.

“If a flood comes one day and destroys my farm machinery workshop, I will become a farmer or even a migrant worker.

At this time, the autocratic prince will not help me, the church will not help me, and the guild will not help me.

Only the Holy League, only the Savior Army, can do it!

Because they did.

Only the Holy Union is the Holy Union of all Holy Union members, so the Holy Union will not give up anyone! "

Ranbang slowed down his tone, his eyes were even wet: "This is the country of the citizens, the country of the farmers, your country, my country, and the country of all of us."

"The soldiers are fighting to protect everyone, not individuals. And you want to steal their food?" Waving his arms wildly, Ran Bang walked around the square and shouted at the crowd.

The monk with the loudspeaker had completely ignored the stiff-standing Liporolle and followed Jeanbon excitedly.

The laborers and citizens who had looted military rations earlier all lowered their heads when they faced Jean Bang's eyes.

“I know that the Holy Alliance is facing difficulties at the moment, and everyone is going hungry to support the soldiers on the front line.

You went to rob the grain ship. Did the Holy League punish you?
The monks even publicly apologized and said it was their mistake. They would compensate you after the war, and they just advised you not to rob again.

If it were a noble, believe it or not, the heavily armored knights who came to suppress them would have already started trampling on the crowd!

Now, you can make peace with the Leia people, ask the Norns to become tyrants, force the Holy Grandson to abdicate, and dissolve the Holy Alliance of the Thousand Valleys.

If the Holy League disbands, who will save you when you are hungry again? Hmm? "

With a heavy breath in his throat, Ranbon ran from one side of the square to the other, loudly asking everyone: "Who will come to rescue you at that time, the nobles or the guilds? The Leia or the Norn?"

The previously noisy crowd was now as quiet as a chicken.

Many of the citizens who had previously followed in looting military rations turned their backs or hid their faces under their arms in shame.

"Who else can come to save you?" With trembling hands, he took off the felt hat on his head and smashed it on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Who else?!"

(End of this chapter)