When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 904 The fork in the road of life
It has been three days since the riot on the 18th, but the "remains" left by the riot have not yet been cleaned up.

The iron fence near the dock was twisted by the flames.

A barricade made from church pews stretched across the square, with a broken halberd handle stuck in the splits of its oak planks.

Hired by the city hall, a large number of workers were mobilized to clean the blood and scorch marks on the streets and repair the damaged streets.

Under the blazing sun, the laborers rolled up the sleeves of their linen shirts, and the sun tanned their arms to a bronze color that shone with beads of sweat.

Occasionally, the workers would put down their bricks, straighten their backs, and look up at the sky.

Dozens of tall gallows were erected at street corners and in squares, with bodies of knights, soldiers and thugs hanging from them.

Under the corpses, citizens and workers were happily buying low-priced bread with coupons.

The stored grain dug out from the cellars of nobles and guild merchants greatly supplemented the previously scarce food supply.

If it weren't for the gendarmes and night watchmen guarding the entrances and exits on the street corners, it would be hard to tell that a riot had taken place before.

The heels of his shoes tapped on the ground. Denosov tried his best to hide his big belly and followed the donkey cart with his head down.

He changed into a simple linen waistcoat worn by businessmen, and smeared olive oil and ash on his face to cover up his fair skin.

As for the crescent-shaped beard that he was proud of, he shaved it into the sideburns and beard that were common among citizens.

Among the farmers and country peddlers who left the city after the market, Denosov was confident that he was inconspicuous enough.

But he was still very cautious, fearing that he would be exposed somewhere.

People often say that plans cannot keep up with changes, but Denosov felt that the changes this time were too fast.

At the beginning, they had the upper hand. The representatives were wavering and leaderless, and the citizens were confused and selfish.

Thanks to Lippolole's eloquence and his lobbying, a large number of old nobles, guilds and citizens joined his Royalist Restoration Society.

Through riots, they successfully forced the Senate to come to the square for a public vote.

If the Council of State can succumb once to the siege of the mob, it can succumb twice or three times, and if coordinated with the actions in the countryside, it can quickly cause widespread chaos.

The first two steps were taken very properly, but a man named Rang Bang suddenly appeared and actually convinced the representatives.

Denosov still can't figure out the psychological activities of the representatives and citizens at that time.

He said, do you believe it?

Since the first plan failed, we had no choice but to surround and kill the enemy and launch the attack in advance.

As a result, the representatives and monks were already blocked. If they were captured, even if Meliati came, they could be threatened with hostages.

Just at the most critical moment, a group of unrelated working housewives showed up.

What does our coup have to do with you common people?
Just this one interruption caused the representatives to flee, and then Meliati arrived with thousands of tax police and gendarmes, and the plan completely failed.

The veins on Denosov's fat neck popped out, and what happened next was what he least expected.

Under normal circumstances, members of the Royalist Revival Society would fan the flames in the city, make groundless accusations, and completely escalate the incident.

Even if the Cheka wanted to confirm and investigate, it would take a very long time and energy, and would also consume the internal strength of the Holy League.

But as expected, another accident happened.

After the riot on the 18th, the Cheka demonstrated its amazing detective capabilities and arrest efficiency.

In just three days, most of the members of the Royalist Revival Society were imprisoned by the object of their revival - Meliati.

Denosov changed his residence six times in three days before he barely escaped the Cheka's pursuit. He could only risk escaping by blending in with farmers and peddlers.

Look at the lively atmosphere on the street, the trackers are shouting slogans, the porters are carrying wooden boxes, and the vendors are loudly selling mint water to relieve the heat.

If you don’t know, you might think some festival was just held!

"Name, place of origin, and passport."

"Morris, of Stinky Boots, Weasel River, Lower River County. Here's the pass."

"Okay, next one!"

Denosov covered half of his face with a straw hat, and before he knew it, he had approached the checkpoint.

There were only a dozen people left, and it was his turn.

"Name, place of origin, and passport."

"Hayaku Namirudo, from Nairu Village, Honey River Township, Upper River County, this is my pass." Denosov said in a deliberately hoarse voice.

The inspecting gendarme casually opened his pass and checked the date, origin, description and stamp.

"Okay, next one!"

With a sigh of relief, Denosov called out to the hired boy and walked forward with the donkey cart: "Go faster and don't block other people's way."

"Hey, wait!"

Before he had walked three meters, Denosov heard the shouts of the gendarmes behind him.

His body was a little stiff, but his neck still clicked like a mechanical puppet: "What did you say?" "You didn't take your pass, damn it, you people are always like this." Seeing that Denosov was stunned, the military policeman cursed impatiently, "Do you want me to bring it to you?"

"Oh." Denosov trotted over and took the pass with many thanks.

As soon as he turned his head, he bumped into a man's strong chest.

"Excuse me." Denosov walked around the man, but his way was blocked by another person.

He looked up in confusion, only to see two burly tax policemen looking at him with fake smiles.

Cold sweat instantly flowed from his temples. Through the tax police's armpits, Denosov saw the street corner not far away.

Carrie was riding on horseback, and Liporolle, looking pale, was wearing wooden handcuffs and pointing at him.

It was over. Denosov's face and his heart turned to ashes at the same moment.

With a wry smile, he held out his hands: "Boys, do what you should do."

In response, Greiz punched him in the stomach. Seeing Denosov lying on the ground twitching like a cooked shrimp, Greiz waved his hand and said, "Take him away."

At this time, Carrie stared at Denosov for a few seconds, then turned her head and glanced at Liporolle with disdain: "You are smart, you saved your life."

Liporolle bowed to Carrie with difficulty: "I betrayed the constitution and deserve this punishment."

"You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of living." Turning her head, Carrie looked at Jeanbon from head to toe with admiration, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Jeanbon, who had been silent since they met, finally spoke: "Yes, we will finish it soon."

Taking out her pocket watch and checking it, Carrie turned her horse and left: "I'll give you five minutes, as soon as possible."

He took out his pipe and tobacco and looked at Liporolle, who had a complicated expression on his face. "Want a puff?"

Since there was only one pipe, the two of them could only smoke it one by one.

Slowly exhaling a stream of smoke, Lipolole whispered, "You shouldn't do this. You are famous and have won the appreciation of Lord Goangzi and Lord Jiali. If you completely cut off ties with me, you will get more than you have now."

"Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends." Jeanbon quoted a proverb from the Gospel.

Liporolle looked up in surprise. Although he had been surprised many times before, it was still like the first time he met Jeanbon.

"What are you looking at? While you were talking so eloquently in the tavern, I was also learning to read and write."

"So I'm the only one standing still?" Liporolle, his face covered in dust, squatted down and took the pipe from Jeanbon.

"You helped me a lot and taught me a lot. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now." Jeanbon squatted beside Liporolle, "In justice, I denounce you as a devil, but in private, I hope to repay your help.

Don't worry about your family matters.

I found the director of the dyeing and printing factory in Rapid City, and he did me a favor and asked your father to be the instructor.

I was responsible for training new dyers. I'm sorry I lied to him and said that only in this way could you survive.

Although the salary is small, it can at least support a large family, and even support your brother to go to elementary school and your sister to go to college. "

Liporolle, who was smoking, started to cough violently. His previously numb face showed expression for the first time: "University?"

Ranbang laughed and took out a letter: "Your sister wrote this. Her grammar and rhetoric are better than mine."

Lipolole couldn't wait to take the letter and began to read it.

Taking the pipe from Liporolle, Jeanbon took a sip of the cigarette and said, “This June, the first batch of 95 female students from the Jeanne d’Arc Girls’ School graduated.

Some went to hospitals to study medicine, and some went to middle schools to be teachers.

There were even three female students who were admitted to the Holy See University and the Holy See Military Academy.

Your sister took Kuswania, who was admitted to the Holy See University, as her role model and said she also wanted to go to university."

After quickly glancing at the letter, Lipolole shrank his neck and whispered, "Will my affairs have any impact on her?"

"Yes, she can't hold a public office, but she can still be a teacher or scholar." Ranbang patted his shoulder. "Without you, she can save up her own dowry and still choose the person she likes to marry."

Liporolle stared at Jeanbon for a long time, then suddenly stood up tremblingly and bowed deeply to Jeanbon: "Thank you very much."

"If I were shot to death by arrows today, you would still take care of my wife and children."

Lipolole's nose was sour. "This time I joined the Holy Trinity Education Team and went to Black Snake Bay to open up wasteland. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see you again in this life."

Ranbang pursed his lips and stood up as well: "Being alive is better than anything else."

"It's time."

Grizz walked over slowly, glanced at Jeanbon, who had a bright future, and said to Liporolle, "Do you have anything else to say?"

After thinking for a moment, Liporolle took off the dirty but exquisitely designed silk dress coat on his shoulders and threw it to Jeanbon: "I don't know where your previous one went in the chaos. You wear this one."

Staring at the coat in his hand in astonishment, Ranbang suddenly took two steps forward and held Lipolole's hand tightly: "Take care."

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)