Chapter 169 It’s stable, everything is stable
The door of the meeting hall was closed, and the core members of the original Papal State stayed to hold a small meeting. Only Madeleine left early to visit the seriously injured Grampwin. .
Mucked among the refugee leaders who were leaving the meeting in twos and threes, Madeleine used her good popularity to win over them and say hello to them.
"Mr. Brother Grampwin..."
"It's okay, I happen to be going to the camp for wounded soldiers, let's go together."
"Okay." Madeleine smiled heartily, "Then let's talk while walking."
>After walking out of the city hall, most of the homeless soldiers who had fallen asleep in front of the square had already gotten up.
Under the organization of the Boy Army and the old battalion officers, the Salvation Army basically restored some order, and lined up to receive breakfast in the square amidst the sound of hymns.
Armand (still nicknamed Armand unofficially), Bonnard and others are counting the list of casualties.
According to Horn's request, all deceased persons, regardless of whether their family members are willing to go with them or not, will be given a pension of 600 dinars, and their names will be engraved and will be engraved on an obelisk to commemorate them in the future. .
When Madeleine and Boritz walked past the refugees and farmers sitting on the ground, they could hardly see any happy expressions. Most of them were either afraid or confused.
The Duke is dead, what next?
After the initial excitement and fatigue, panic swept them again.
They were killing devils and avenging their relatives and friends, but when the duke's head fell to the ground and the knights bowed their heads, they began to be afraid again.
They hated the Duke and were afraid of the forces behind the Duke. Some of the refugees who had clearly fought bravely in the bloody battle began to sneak away.
Do you regret killing the Duke? To say that I don't regret it, I do regret it a bit, because it angered the nobles.
It is regrettable, but it is still wrong. Ask yourself, they wish they could eat the Duke's flesh and drink the Duke's blood.
In such a conflicting mentality, the Salvation Army in the entire city fell into an irreconcilable confusion after killing the Duke.
When the cheers of victory gradually died down, the refugees did not thank Horn after the moment of excitement.
Especially under the inducement of some citizens who were under the guise of inquiring into the situation, they even spread the news, "Why did Horn tell us about the blue-blooded orphans?" Drag us into the water.”
“What a bunch of stupid people.” The bald refugee leader obviously does not regard himself as a member of the refugees or farmers.
“Brother, I haven’t asked your name yet.”
“Ha, the noble Bishop of Madeleine is so forgetful.” The balding refugee leader smiled, “My name is Boritz is a former notary."
"Oh? You are a notary, no wonder you speak with reason," Madeleine asked in surprise, but he took Boritz into consideration. name, and didn’t ask why he was a “former” notary.
In the Kingdom of Laia, notaries are almost equal to lawyers, and a large number of contracts are often signed through notaries.
"What does Mr. Boritz want to ask me?" Madeleine asked again.
"Bishop Madeleine, you have been to the Black Bone Swamp, right? I have a question for you." Boritz lowered his voice, "Although as long as we can capture the Qiu Mu Island , we can have a garrison.
But the question is, I heard you say, there are still monsters and barbarians on the island. Can we win?"
"Of course we can. Win." Madelan smiled and walked through the long street stained with black blood. "The monster didn't wear iron armor, and the barbarians didn't know how to wear iron armor. It's not like you didn't see our saint Jeanne showing off her power." "But I didn't. My heart is always empty, and I am afraid that I will end up in a swamp and have nowhere to stay.”
“Don’t worry, by then, His Majesty the Pope will give you any title and let you become a noble in the kingdom of lycanthropes.”
Bolitz’s eyes flashed. bright, but he immediately suppressed it with a low eyebrow: "That being said, do you know how many barbarians and monsters there are on the island? At least tell me."
"I don't know that. "Madelan shook his head, glanced at the notary, and said with a smile, "But I asked Gergo before I left, and she said that their army could dispatch up to a hundred divisions at a time. "
< br>“A hundred divisions? Are there that many people?”
Hearing this astronomical figure, Boritz felt a little dizzy for a moment. He didn't know whether it was Madelan who was joking. There might not necessarily be a hundred divisions in the Sheng Ai Er.
“What, they are just like us in the Papal State, they have small establishments and large military ranks.”
Bolitz immediately calculated based on the establishment of the Papal State and found that there were at least 6,000 People.
Even according to the ten-man-one-soldier formula, those kingdoms of lycanthropes are not small. If you were to be a duke, you might be a village chief or a knight.
But that nobleman is still in charge of people, so it is better than staying in Castle Joan and waiting to die.
"That's it, then I understand." Boritz and Madeleine walked to a corner, and he bowed to Madeleine, "I'm leaving from here."
"The wounded camp is here Ah."
"Ah, I suddenly remembered something that I have to do."
"Oh--" Madeleine waved her hand very understandingly, "Then you go. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Standing at the intersection, looking at Boritz's back, Madeleine showed an unbearable smile: "Humph."
On the other side, after turning a circle from the street, Boritz left and right Looking around, seeing no one there, he quickly put on his hood, held up his robe and trotted around the corner to meet up with the other companions.
Most of them are down-and-out armed farmers, citizens or small middle class people who have no choice but to become refugees.
In the big riot last night, they only joined the Salvation Army after Horn defeated the knights.
Nearly all of them are not natives of Norn, but Leians or Frans. The so-called blue blood has not touched them at all.
Throughout the whole battle, these people were almost invisible, and they only played some cheerleading role during the final attack on the city hall.
"How's it going? How's it going?" Those companions asked impatiently.
“Sure, sure, everything is safe.” Boritz exclaimed excitedly, “If we go there, we will probably get a duke’s position, but don’t be too happy, you guys, this duke’s position is almost the same It’s just the territory of the knights.”
“What’s the point?” a companion whispered, “It’s better than wandering around. If we stay here, we will really be slaughtered by the knights.”< br>
“But don’t we still have to come back in three months?”
"What are you afraid of?" Boritz said disdainfully, "What does Paslik really think he is? If I find a swamp cat or pretend to be sick, he can still drag me there."
"Great, now it's completely stable."
(End of this chapter)