When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 656 - 616: The Black Envelope

After taking garlic extract, especially the one particularly effective against dysentery, the symptoms of Lalor's daughter, Little Talie, have significantly improved, and she can even drink some liquid food now.

In contrast, Ansel, after a day and night of non-stop rushing in the rain, caught a cold.

Fortunately, Ansel only had a common cold, and after drinking ginger soup and herbal concoctions, his fever subsided.

According to the judgment of several elder mountain folk, if he rests for another day or two, avoiding the cold, he should recover quickly.

"Brother Ansel, Aunt Foholi sent over egg soup with cabbage," Bryson carefully brought over a wooden bowl and placed it at the head of Ansel's bed by the fireplace.

Ansel propped himself up on the bed, draping a blanket over his shoulders, hoarsely thanked Bryson, and began to drink the egg soup.

The so-called egg soup was merely a few raw eggs mixed with hot water and warm milk. What decent food can the mountain folk eat? This was considered something to eat only when sick or on a birthday.

During the two days Ansel was bedridden, he enjoyed several meals like this, usually reserved for birthdays.

However, what troubled Bryson was, even after saving this person and Ansel being down, why were the Scythe Brotherhood members still only thirty households?

These mountain folk seem too stubborn.

While Bryson was contemplating things, Ansel put down the wooden bowl and hoarsely asked, "How is Lalor's Little Talie doing?"

"Much better, she can even take a few steps out of bed, but still doesn't dare to leave the house."

"And how's the situation with the rebellion in Mason?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"No idea." Bryson wiped the bedside with a cloth while cleaning up the soup bowl, "Isn't there a strict curfew? It's been two days, no one's allowed outside, not even the patrolling Salvation Army has shown up; how could I get any news?"

However, compared to before, although there were still Armed Farmers occasional surveilling near the church, no one was directly detaining or confining him like the other day.

After all, the Armed Farmers couldn't completely fall out with the Public Register Farmers; they weren't Henderson; they had no idea which side the knights would take.

Even if Henderson spoke, no one would believe him; it was all just empty talk.

Putting the cloth and wooden bowl aside, Bryson handed a hot towel to Ansel: "Do you have any plans? Anyway, there's a curfew here; shouldn't we just let the Salvation Army station here directly?"

"It's not that simple; it might trigger a chain reaction." Wiping his face with the hot towel, Ansel repeatedly shook his head, "We're a constitutional country, not warlords. We protect the freedom and life of citizens. Aren't knights and nobles citizens?

If we don't regard knights as citizens and can't treat them equally, isn't it enforcing a division of the kingdom among knights? The happiest at that time would be the Leia Kingdom.

If we arrest knights without evidence, won't knights arrest monks without evidence?

If we are the first to violate the constitution, who will take it seriously? Who will take the Thousand River Valley country seriously?

Therefore, unless it's maliciously extreme behavior, the Salvation Army cannot arbitrarily kill knights, as they are citizens of the Thousand River Valley!

Even if our army captures them, we must first hand them over to the court for a public trial.

Violence doesn't solve all problems. If I had initially followed the Mason District in the path of violence, the rebellious area might include their district now."

"Aren't knights said to be the devil's lackeys?" Bryson muttered.

Ansel curled up under the blanket, resting his head against the railing: "Indeed, but these knights are minor lackeys, some of whom can even be salvaged. Let's defeat the great lackey Leia Kingdom first, and then dealing with them later won't be too late.

If we deal with them now, wasting so much time, what do we do when the Leia Kingdom attacks, and we're unprepared?"

At that point, Ansel became a bit anxious. Monks aren't bandits; they emphasize legitimacy in their actions.

The logic behind perpetual leasehold rights is "since part of the lord's power comes from the people, then citizens should have a certain autonomy, so freedom and life shouldn't be easily taken."

The foundation of establishing the Hundred Households District is to ensure citizens' "freedom" and "life," so that citizens can be their own masters.

But if citizens oppose while the ry Court Barracks agrees and enforces, aren't the citizens still unable to be autonomous?

One must admit, even though only knights from over a dozen estates participated, they are very precise in their actions, not yet calling it a rebellion but referring to it as a curfew and protecting the people.

If the Salvation Army really marched in without solid evidence, this would prove that "the power of the lord comes from the Holy Father and the people" was just empty words.

Even worse, doesn't it imply that the ry Court Barracks could arbitrarily define the quality of citizens, not according to the constitution or law?

Therefore, the best way should be half-change and half-preserve, not pushing for radical reforms but preserving the power to reform.

However, because the Leia Army is at the fore, and the monasteries in South Mangde County lack the authority and time for experimental investigation, an all-encompassing approach must be forcibly implemented.

Ansel sighed; currently, the Madlan Cardinal Monk has taken over the affairs here, but who knows what measures will be taken.

However, in any case, it's best if the situation doesn't deteriorate to the point where the Salvation Army, especially the Black Champion, has to be deployed.

"What's Henderson been up to these past few days? Do you know?" Ansel asked.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network," Bryson promptly replied, "Recently, he's become a lot more subdued, but today something seemed to happen with the knights; they called many villagers for a gathering.

Seven or eight households of our people followed, but they were turned away; who knows what they're up to since they are knights..."

Bryson didn't finish his sentence, but Ansel could understand the implication. This knight's stance was ambiguous, seemingly a fence-sitter type.

He's currently announcing the curfew with them, but he might just surrender if the people from Mason District slide over.

"Adrian is not trustworthy," Ansel coughed, "but don't worry, the Cardinal Monks at the court have seen many ups and downs; they will surely have solutions."

Bryson nodded worriedly, and Ansel smiled and said, "This is your first time leading the wage distribution and collective prayer meeting; don't be late."

Today is September 18th, the payday for wool wages. According to previous conventions, they will give a sermon or lead everyone in prayer after distributing wages.

This was originally handled by Ansel, so it has to be given to Bryson this time.

Walking out of Ansel's room, Bryson looked at the gloomy sky, not knowing what expression to make.

He first washed his face with cold water, straightened his clothes in the clear water, and forced a smile.

Then he picked up the Gospel with a cowhide cover and headed towards the main hall of the village church.

"......"

However, he hadn't even reached the main hall when he heard waves of noise and even sounds of crying, echoing constantly in the low main hall.

Outside the main hall, a smart mountain villager had already been waiting there in advance, pacing anxiously back and forth.

Bryson immediately realized something was wrong, he rushed forward in three steps to the front of the villager: "Why is it so noisy? What happened?"

The smart mountain villager didn't speak, just handed over a black envelope.

This is a method often used in robberies or mountain brawls: first, write a threatening letter; if the other party doesn't comply, then launch an attack.

Heart pounding, Bryson trembled as he opened the envelope, inside was a piece of inferior yellow hemp paper with a few lines of simple small script, written in broken syntax.

"We are the Mountain Folk Resistance, we have two knights, twenty swordsmen, and fifty archers; hand over your wandering cultivator and assistant monk, or we will attack the village and forcibly search for and take away the wandering cultivator."