When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 661 - 619: The Raindrops Are Heavy

"I... I can't breathe..." The bald Knight's half head was buried in the mud pit, with a white-armored Holy Gun Cavalry kneeling on his neck.

"Stay still. Who told you to attack the army?" While wrapping iron chains around his hands, the Holy Gun Knight cursed him by pointing the gun at his head.

With half his face pressed against the muddy ground, the sky in front of the bald Knight had already tipped to the other side of the world, while the world in front of him was filled with mountain villagers engaged in fistfights.

On the earthen road in the cold rain, not far from the Knight's main house, between the bushes and streams and the forest, arrows flew back and forth, embedding themselves in shields or tree trunks.

The Black Champion, wearing a felt hat, yawned, resting the holy gun on his shoulder, looking indifferently at this child's play of a fistfight.

The groups of mountain villagers wielded flails and spears, shouting and pushing against each other, with rusty machetes and pitchforks even sparking in the rain.

Through the rain, voices sometimes shouted, "Like blocking the road, not letting wool through, huh?" "Because of you, I've lessened my 4 Dinars for winter; who will make up for the money I'm missing?"

Compared to the complacency of the Black Champion soldiers, Juer Dan, the Legion Commander, was bright-eyed watching these mountain villagers of South Mangde County.

It must be said that the level of fistfighting among these South Mangde County villagers was very high, they even had a tactical formation of the first row advancing with the latter two rows flanking.

And those villagers being attacked would surprisingly cooperate with archers to counteract. This ability, honed through hunting foxes, wolf packs, wild boars, or even magical creatures, made Juer Dan quite envious.

It's reported that Moliat is attempting to ask His Majesty Saint Sun for assistance in Mountain County to train a Salvation Army-style new infantry; perhaps these villagers are a good source of soldiers.

While Juer Dan was thinking, the fistfight among the villagers approached its conclusion, after all, the villagers led by the Saint Father's Association were prepared.

Firstly, their numbers were twice that of the so-called "martial law protest army," and secondly, each wore simple leather armor or carried a page hammer or hook spear, in contrast to the shabby mix of weapons of the so-called "martial law army." They were far more elite.

In less than half an hour, the villagers led by the Wandering Cultivators had scattered the villagers led by the Knights.

Juer Dan looked up and said to the Saint Gun Cavalry Captain, "Let's go meet that Knight Adrian."

When a dozen horsemen in white breastplates appeared in sight, Adrian's expression first became extremely nasty, then turned tranquil and even joyful.

Indeed, His Majesty Saint Sun could not bear it anymore; he even dispatched his direct Holy Gun Cavalry to suppress.

Though it didn't achieve the expected effect, at least half of the goal was accomplished, "The Salvation Army has defined the villagers' protest behavior as rebellion," which means the constitutional-making His Majesty Saint Sun has voluntarily violated the constitution.

In this way, the legality of perpetual lease rights is gone.

After all, perpetual lease rights are built on ensuring the people's autonomy, and at this moment, the suppression behavior of the Salvation Army is depriving the people's autonomy.

After all, it was the people's autonomous choice not to want perpetual lease rights and the Hundred Households District, yet the Salvation Army prohibited them from not wanting it, isn't this ignoring people's freedom?

There will be a lot of arguments in the Advisory Council.

Honestly speaking, Adrian always felt that the Salvation Army was pitching high, sooner or later, it would face backlash on this matter.

"Adrian sir..." A trembling voice sounded, Adrian turned his head and saw it was Henderson, barely able to stand. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Understanding in his heart, Adrian said indifferently, "I'll take care of your young son and your wife and daughter."

Henderson collapsed instantly, wanting to continue speaking, but seeing Adrian's cold eyes, he felt as if he was frozen.

It should be known that everything Adrian did was solely communicated through Henderson, even Ansel and Bryson were kept in the dark.

Even if Henderson disclosed everything, due to insufficient evidence, it would not affect Adrian in the slightest.

Only at this moment did Henderson suddenly come to understand why His Majesty Saint Sun insisted on promoting perpetual lease rights and the Hundred Households District.

At least with the Hundred Households District mechanism, he no longer feared Adrian using the power of the manor lord to harm his family to today's situation.

Adrian adjusted his expression, boldly and openly opened the main courtyard gate, heading towards the seven or eight Knights galloping on horseback.

"You all came in time, without you, our manor would almost have been breached by this group of robbers." Adrian pretended to hold back tears as he said, leading Juer Dan's horse.

"Driving away the army wasn't our achievement." Juer Dan's lips curled into a smile, "These were volunteers from nearby parishes, their fistfight with the martial law army was a private duel.

This kind of rural public safety issue is the Village Magistrate's responsibility, our Salvation Army neither manages nor will manage it, it was just a coincidence."

Initially nodding slightly in flattery, but then Adrian's smile solidified.

Because this implied that the resistance of the villagers wasn't quelled by the Salvation Army but by other villagers.

The Salvation Army had no involvement whatsoever!

In other words, the narrative of "South Mangde County villagers rejected perpetual lease rights and were suppressed by the army" turned into "a portion of opposing villagers were suppressed by more supportive villagers."

This already changed everything.

It changed from the conflict between the Saint Father's Association and villagers to internal conflict among villagers, and all the scenarios Adrian imagined previously vanished.

After all, the so-called coercion by the Saint Father's Association in signing perpetual lease rights referred to all mountain villagers of South Mangde County.

But speaking from internal fistfight among villagers, now "villagers" only refers to a portion or even a few villagers.

Darn it, after all the contemplation and scheming by these nobles and knights, it was unexpectedly dissolved so easily.

These villagers, accustomed to representation, suddenly refused to be represented by a small fraction of Knights and villagers at this time!

"Then, why did your cavalry arrest these two Knights?" Adrian forced a smile and asked.

"They attacked the army, we were originally just inviting them to Mire Village's Priest's Church for a meeting; who knew that as we approached, they launched an attack." The Saint Gun Cavalry Captain shrugged, "Then there's nothing to be done, we can't not counter it, right? Don't worry, after a few years of hard labor and paying some fines, they'll be out; they didn't hurt anyone."

"Oh, so that's it." Adrian's smile became more strained, "Then I won't disturb you doing your duty anymore, I'll be leaving."

"Wait." Juer Dan stopped Adrian, who was ready to leave, "Mr. Adrian, you are also included in this invitation, today is better than picking a day, lest you be threatened by martial law-protesting villagers, we'll escort you there."

Adrian's smile completely collapsed, fluctuating between fierceness and anger several times before turning around with bulging veins: "Look at my head, I'll go pack my bags."

"Someone, take a few people and help Knight Sir pack his bags."

"Yes." A team of the Salvation Army saluted with chest-thumping and hand-waving before quickly filing in to control the entrances and exits of the knight's manor and tightly following Adrian.

While Adrian pretended to pack his bags, Juer Dan left the manor courtyard heading toward the village church.

By this time, the alert in front of the village church had been lifted, people wrapped themselves in blankets and rejoiced, drinking ginger soup in the church's main hall.

Some enthusiastic folks even carried flails to help fight at the village head.

The remaining folks stayed in front of the church. Upon seeing Juer Dan in black military uniform and the white-armored knights arriving, they applauded and cheered in admiration.

Ansel was ill, so Bryson greeted with a bow to Juer Dan, chest in hand.

But unexpectedly, before he could bend his waist, Juer Dan rudely lifted him by the back collar.

"We were late." Although Juer Dan's actions were rough, his words were gentle and friendly.

"We thought, like 'The Expedition of Saint Sun', we would have to pay the price of blood..." For some reason, Bryson felt sudden grievance and bewilderment, laughing at himself, "I always feel a thunderous noise with little rain."

"Too many monks have died for this issue, we've shed enough blood. Initially, we wanted to sacrifice for rebirth, why still now? Wasn't the Saint Father's Association founded in vain then?"

Stepping back two paces, Juer Dan stood solemnly before Bryson and struck his right hand on his chest heavily, then extended it parallel to the ground: "You've suffered enough grievances, thank you for your contributions."

Bryson was first stunned, then half-crying and half-laughing, he similarly pounded his chest, extending his hand with the same etiquette.

He'd never heard such words from any bishop or bishop-level clergy.