When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#620 - Black envelope

After taking allicin, especially the dysentery-specific allicin, the symptoms of Larolle's daughter, little Tali, had lessened considerably, and she could even drink some liquids.

Ansel, on the other hand, after a day and night of tireless travel in the rain, had caught a cold.

Fortunately, Ansel only had a common cold and had already broken his fever after drinking ginger soup and soaking in herbal medicine.

According to the judgment of several old mountain people, he would recover quickly after lying down and resting for a day or two, as long as he didn't catch a cold.

"Monk Ansel, Aunt Fuholi sent some egg drop soup, with cabbage added," Bryson carefully brought over a wooden bowl and placed it by Ansel's bedside, who was sleeping next to the stove.

Ansel propped himself up on the bed, draped the blanket over his shoulders, and, with a hoarse voice, said thank you before drinking the egg drop soup.

The so-called egg drop soup was actually just a few raw eggs beaten and mixed with hot water and warm milk. What good things could the mountain people eat? This was considered something special, only eaten when someone was sick or had a birthday.

In the two days that Ansel was sick in bed, he had eaten several birthday meals for nothing.

However, what bothered Bryson was that the man had been saved, and Ansel had fallen ill, but why were there still only 30 households of the Sickle Brotherhood members?

These mountain people were too stubborn.

While Bryson was still thinking about things, Ansel put down the wooden bowl and asked with a hoarse throat, "How is little Tali from the Larolle family?"

"Much better, she can even get out of bed and walk a few steps, but she's still afraid to leave the house."

"How is the situation with the Mason rebellion?"

"I don't know," Bryson said, wiping the bedside with a rag while cleaning up the soup bowl. "Aren't we under emergency curfew? It's been two days, and no one is allowed to go out. Even the patrolling Salvation Army hasn't come. How am I supposed to get any news?"

However, compared to before, although armed farmers still occasionally wandered around the church to monitor their movements, no one directly kidnapped and held him like the day before.

After all, the armed farmers couldn't completely fall out with the public farmers. They weren't Henderson and didn't know which side the knights were really on.

Even if Henderson said it, no one would believe him, since it was just empty words.

Putting the rag and wooden bowl aside, Bryson picked up a hot towel and handed it to Ansel: "Do you have any means? Anyway, this place is under curfew, why not just let the Salvation Army move in?"

"It's not that simple, it could cause a chain reaction," Ansel shook his head repeatedly after wiping his face with the hot towel. "We are a country with a constitution, not a military dictatorship. We guarantee the freedom and lives of our citizens. Don't these knights and nobles count as citizens?

If we don't treat the knights as citizens and can't treat everyone equally, wouldn't that be forcing the knights to split the country? The happiest one then would be the Lye Kingdom.

If we arrest knights without evidence, can't the knights arrest monks without evidence?

If we take the lead in violating the constitution, who will take the constitution seriously? Who will take the Thousand River Valley country seriously?

So, unless there are malicious and extreme behaviors, the Salvation Army cannot kill knights at will, because they are citizens of Thousand River Valley!

Even if our army catches them, they must first be handed over to the court for a public trial.

Fighting and killing can't solve all problems. If I had learned to fight and kill like the Mason Diocese next door from the beginning, the uprising area should also include their diocese."

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

Ansel shrank into the quilt, resting his head on the railing: "Yes, but these knights are small lackeys, and some can even be salvaged. Let's defeat the Lye Kingdom, the big lackey, first, and then deal with them later.

If we deal with them now and waste so much time, what will we do if the Lye Kingdom attacks before we are ready?"

Speaking of this, Ansel became a little anxious. The monks were not bandits; they emphasized that everything should be justified.

The logic behind the perpetual lease was "Since part of the lord's power comes from the people, the people should have a certain degree of autonomy, so freedom and life should not be easily taken away."

The establishment of the hundred-household districts was based on guaranteeing the people's "freedom" and "life" so that the people could be their own masters.

But if the people object but the Holy See agrees, so it can be implemented, then aren't the people still unable to be autonomous?

It must be said that although only a dozen manor knights participated, they grasped it very accurately, and they have not said anything about rebellion so far, but rather called it martial law and protection of the people.

If the Salvation Army really moved in without solid evidence, wouldn't that confirm that "the lord's power comes from the Holy Father and the people" is just empty talk?

Even more sinisterly, could the Holy See arbitrarily define the good or bad of the people, rather than according to the constitution or laws?

Therefore, the best way should be to change half and not change half, not to force reform, but to retain the power to carry out reform.

However, due to the Lye army being in front, and the monastic order of South Mound County not having enough authority and time to conduct experiments and investigations, they could only forcibly promote it in a one-size-fits-all manner.

Ansel sighed. Cardinal Madland had already taken over the affairs here. He just didn't know what measures he would take.

But in any case, the situation should not deteriorate to the point where the Salvation Army, especially the Black Champions, needed to be dispatched.

"Has Henderson had any movements these days? Do you know?" Ansel asked.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network," Bryson replied immediately. "He has been much quieter these past few days, but today the knights seem to have something going on, and they have called many villagers over for a gathering.

Our people followed seven or eight households, but they were all turned away. I don't know what they are doing, but since it's the knights..."

Bryson didn't finish his sentence, but Ansel could understand his implication. This knight's position was ambiguous, and he seemed to be a weathervane type of person.

He is currently following the declaration of martial law. If people from the Mason Diocese were to flee over, he might directly surrender.

"Adrian is not trustworthy," Ansel coughed. "But don't be afraid. The cardinals of the Imperial Court have seen many storms. They will definitely have a way."

Bryson nodded worriedly, while Ansel said with a smile: "This is your first time presiding over payroll and collective prayer, don't be late."

Today is September 18th, the wool pay day. According to previous practice, after paying the salaries, they would talk about scriptures or lead everyone in prayer.

Ansel had been doing this part before, so this time it could only be handed over to Bryson.

Walking out of Ansel's bedroom, Bryson looked at the gloomy sky and didn't know what expression to make.

He first washed his face with cold water, tidied his clothes in front of the clear water, and squeezed out a smile.

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

"…………"

However, before he reached the main hall, he heard bursts of noisy discussions and even crying, echoing continuously in the low main hall.

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

Bryson immediately realized something was wrong. He rushed to the mountain man in three steps: "Why is it so noisy? What happened?"

The clever mountain man didn't speak, but just handed over a black envelope.

This was a common method used in bandit or mountain people fights, first write a threatening letter, and then launch an attack if the other party doesn't comply.

His heart pounding, Bryson tremblingly opened the letter. Inside the envelope was a piece of low-quality hemp paper with a few simple lines written in crooked, grammatically incorrect words.

"We are the Mountain People's Resistance Army. We have two knights, twenty swordsmen, and fifty archers. Hand over your traveling monk and assistant priest, or we will attack the village and forcibly search for and take away the traveling monk."