Chapter 210 Keeping up with the rhythm of Saint Sun
Beside the rapid river, small sailboats and large-headed cargo ships were crowded in the harbor.
In the turquoise sky, the gray sunlight falls equally on the shoulders and heads of every passerby.
The winter wind, which had been dampened by the sunshine, was blowing wantonly on the wooden signboard engraved with a mermaid on the side of the roadside tavern.
Between the swaying signs, there are ropes and festive flags hanging above the street, in order to welcome the Winter Fair in early December and the Winter Advent Festival in late December.
Under the triangular colors intertwined like a net, there are businessmen and civilians passing by in twos and threes.
Norns wearing thick fur hats, Frenchmen with cloth flowers in their hair, nobles wearing high hats, workers wearing skullcaps, the flow of people is like a line, walking on the loom formed by the streets.
The sun was shining brightly, making people's backs feel hot and itchy. As soon as they took off their clothes, the cold wind started again, making pedestrians sneeze again and again.
The porters did not have this problem. They had been working all morning and were covered in sweat. They only wore the simplest long-sleeved linen shirts and at most a duffle vest.
The resting dock porters gathered on the edge of the plank road. They sat on the ground, rolled up their sleeves, exposed their strong and shiny muscles, and ate black bread soaked in water.
An older laborer sat on the barrel with his legs spread apart, surrounded by dozens of similar porters. While chewing bread, he listened attentively to the story the old laborer heard in the tavern last night.
This is their only entertainment activity during their lunch break.
“...Knowing that the vicious village bishop Durdafo wanted to escape, Saint Sunhorn ambushed him by the river in advance. At that time, Durdafo had three hundred armored sergeants beside him, and Saint Sunhorn There is only a saint beside En. "
"How can the devil be able to resist the power of the saint? The saint's whole body was shocked, and the armored soldier bowed his head, but there was still something. Hundreds of devil pretenders are still resisting..."
"So the saint asked Saint Jeanne to kill the devil disguised soldiers, while he fought bravely with Duldaf who showed the devil's prototype. This is The holy father descended to earth, covered the clouds with blood, and showed off his heroic spirit. The devil appeared and the fake bishop’s dark sword ignited the devil’s flames..."
"Fight!"
"The two of them are extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Each move is so exquisite that even the roadside road was wiped out when the earth trembled and the mountains shook..."
The workers here are still While listening attentively, they didn't notice that three businessmen wearing gray cloaks and hoods covering half of their faces were standing next to them.
“These stories are widely spread.” There was no emotion in Catherine’s voice.
Mitnich chuckled and said: "After all, this is a hot topic nowadays. After Demon King Hoth appeared the next day, discussions about the Salvation Army and Blue Blood Monastery can be found in the tavern almost every day. heard in.”
Sissi was a little embarrassed: "I originally just wanted to clear up the name of the Salvation Army, but I didn't expect that they would become more and more outrageous."
Since the Blue Blood Abbey incident was revealed, people have begun to question the short-haired or The Salvation Army. The curiosity reached a peak.
In the past, people only regarded the existence of the Salvation Army or the Shorthair as a rebel party that had nothing to do with themselves, but now this situation has changed.
They began to wonder what the Salvation Army had done, and were curious about the legendary experience of the Shorthairs killing the Duke.
At this juncture, a short story called "The Expedition of the Saint Sun" became popular. At first, it was just a summary of the deeds of the Salvation Army by a few bards.
Later, after layers of processing by jugglers, clowns, and tavern guests, it became this collection of ups and downs, popular and interesting stories.
Different from the collection of demon hunting stories published by demon hunters, this kind of story opens up a new blue ocean of plots of peasants outsmarting priests and knights.
The protagonists of most story collections of this era are witchers, knights, and priests. Common people often only play lowly servants and silly and funny jokes in the stories.
But in this "Saint Sun's Expedition", on the contrary, the knight priests became buffoons, while the ordinary farmers and small townspeople became the wise and just party.
This time I feel full of immersion.
Catherine was also very curious about the legendary saint grandson. This curiosity arose after she learned about Horn's killing of the Duke and his motto that "Killing all will bring peace."
This curiosity reached its peak after Sissi brought Horn's letter.
That letter really left a deep impression on Catherine. It can't even be said to be a deep impression, but it can be said to have opened the door to a new world. Sometimes she would even dream about the contents of the letter.
“… After overseas low-priced grain and massive amounts of precious metals entered the imperial market through trade, as the population increased, local imbalances occurred in the production of agricultural products and commodities…”< br>
"...I call this economic change a 'price revolution'. Under the influence of the price revolution, gold and silver have depreciated and prices have soared..."
"The first thing to be harmed is the collection of currency. Feudal landowners who rent land, prices are soaring, and they are contracted to landowners with fixed quotas. Their actual income seems to have remained unchanged, but it has been reduced due to currency devaluation, and they have fallen into poverty and bankruptcy...
"The second victim is urban and rural areas. Due to the existence of extraordinary power, the lord can only care about the interests of the employer and promulgate the "Labor Law" to limit the wages of workers so that the increase in wages cannot keep up with the increase in prices..."
"Similarly , with the development of the commodity economy, material life became more and more abundant. No matter which class you were in the empire, they began to change their previous pessimistic attitude towards reality and began to pursue the world..."
"Under this surface, in In terms of class, farmers are at the bottom, and in terms of geography, Qianhe Valley people are at the bottom..."
"...Everyone feels that Qianhehe River Valley is ruined and finished. It will be forever and ever and it will be impossible to hold up its head, but only I can tell you that it is stable..."
"...Qianhehe River Valley is the most powerful place in the church's rule. The weak link, it is the worst, and it is also the one with the most opportunity. No one is more desperate than the people of Qianhe River Valley..."
"...Abolish the third-class peasant system and let farmers become the owners of the land. Masters, they have the motivation to carry out land improvement..."
"...Absorbing redundant labor refugees into the city's handicraft industry system, through tariff protection and canceling private tax cards, the business of the Thousand River Valley can be released Potential...
"...Who can hear such a clear plan for rebellion, keep up with my rhythm..."
Thinking of the words in this letter, Catherine smiled.
I heard that this saint-grandson was self-taught. I don’t know whether these interesting words and words were done by him unintentionally or intentionally.
"How was the conversation with the church?" Instead of continuing to listen to the stories these workers were telling, Catherine slowly walked towards the tower in Rapid City.
Mitnich whispered: "We have reached an agreement with those low-level monks and priests. As long as the plan in three days goes well, we can take over the bishop of the Rapid City Diocese and take the entire Rapid City into our hands."
“Where’s the City Guard?”
"Karl is taking care of things recently, but only a few are still resisting."
"Speaking of which, is Karl still unwilling for us to cooperate with the Salvation Army?" Sissi asked, pulling her long hair behind her ears.
Mitnyi spread his hands helplessly: "What else can I say? He just can't get past the Duke of Kush. After all, three generations of them have been..."
"How can he still claim the title of Duke of Kush?" As good as the Duke of Kush," Catherine cursed in a low voice without concealing it. "Back then, he brought the Kush here just to avoid the wine that the Kush turned into vampires. But in the end, he turned us into vampires. The church’s wine.”
“Alas.” Miterny sighed, “No matter what he thinks, we really need to cooperate with the Salvation Army after the death of Duke Kush.” br>
After all, Rapids City and Fort Joan of Arc are not far away. Shelley City of Brago Monastery, Rapids City where Catherine is located, and Fort Joan of Arc can just watch and support each other.
Originally, Catherine was prepared to cooperate with Duke Dardenne because of this geographical condition.
But now, if the Salvation Army can replace the Duke of Kush and occupy Castle Joan of Arc, there will be no problem in the cooperation between the two parties.
Ignoring Miterny's sigh, Catherine turned to look at Sissi: "Are you sure that the holy grandson can raise an army after three months?"
"I guarantee it with my life. "Sissi stopped, and the lines on her face were so hard for the first time. "If you have walked the road of blood and sweat with us, you will know that my judgment will never be false."
"Okay." Catherine nodded, "I will write him a letter. You have a rest, and then go to Fort Joan of Arc in two days and send the letter to him secretly."
"I wish. At your service”
(End of this chapter)