Chapter 110 Chapter 110 Bella/I found it too, really...
Many years later, history books recorded that the day the Galan Pagoda collapsed was the beginning of the change in the world.
The believers were detained, and the Pope's attendants, led by Rocky, could not bear the torture and finally revealed all the filth and darkness of this temple.
The people of St. Petersburg didn't believe it at first until the incinerator was exposed to sunlight.
Over the years, ashes have accumulated layer upon layer. They once thought that being selected to go up the mountain was an honor, but now they know that the lucky ones who carry the family glory are the nourishment of this hall, and they are ashes without even their names left behind.
The nuns were also moved down the mountain. They had no tongues, and some had their eyes gouged out and their hands and feet broken. The old injuries and painful testimonies from years gone by were seen by everyone, and all the opposition disappeared.
Newspapers published related news for several months, and everything that happened here began to spread widely.
When things started to ferment, noise gradually emerged.
Some people questioned that this was a deliberate attempt to discredit religion and Cyril.
Until five prominent families jointly held a press conference with the Duke of Spencer's Mansion.
Five female bodies found in ice coffins and autopsy reports emerged as evidence, revealing the Pope's bloody rituals.
All the suspects involved in the sacrifice of the girl were brought to court. Louisa proved Edmund's accomplice; Adam confessed the crime on behalf of the late Sophia; Philip's collusion with Gryffindor also surfaced, and the reputation of the royal heir was ruined.
At this point, everyone finally understood that the so-called wife-killing curse in the Duke's Mansion was actually a joint frame-up by many parties.
The root of all this began with the peaceful revolution of that year.
The suspicion of treason against Ludwig and his associates was raised again. Jessica and hundreds of her former officers jointly filed an appeal. This time, they were suing not only the church, but also the nobles and the royal family who were colluding with the church's interests!
At the critical moment when the church was falling, this lawsuit was like a sharp knife stabbing the other side - the Elector interest groups and the royal family who wanted to reap the benefits.
A dark cloud hangs over Mellenvik, and those involved who pretended to be calm can no longer sit still!
The electors, led by Saxony, collectively wrote to the Queen, claiming that the Spencer House was deliberately smearing them and demanding that the main culprit be punished according to law.
But when the soldiers surrounded the Charvis Manor, everyone inside had already left, leaving only Lady Violet and her maid Eleanor.
Margaret's statue still stood in the center of the lake, the Rising Sun Lion flag fluttering in the wind. Lady Violet, facing Saxon's questioning, didn't even raise her eyelids, her eyes defiant, as if to say: Kill this old woman if you dare.
Saxony had indeed intended to do so—after the Spencers had descended the mountain, they had begun stirring up trouble. The nobles watched with indifference, believing the fire would not affect them, only to discover that the center of the storm had shifted! As for the Queen… as soon as she learned that Heinrich had secretly gathered troops, she probably assumed that Spencer was on the opposite side.
With the queen's tacit consent, what would it matter even if he really killed the old lady in front of him?
Everyone in the Spencer family is too arrogant. Frederick is like this, Ludwig and Heinrich are also like this. Now... even an old woman looks at him with such an arrogant expression. Saxon can't help but get angry.
He sneered: "Since even your own grandson doesn't care about you, don't blame me for being rude, Lady Violet."
Violet seemed not to hear his words. She looked at the mirror in Eleanor's hand and adjusted her brooch.
She looked at herself in the mirror - her temples were white, her face was full of wrinkles, and only the gorgeous jewelry was shining. She could no longer see the vigorous and energetic look of her youth.
Ever since her husband and son died, she had been living in this manor, her back bent and never straightened up again. She had to worry about everything, consider everything, and it seemed like anyone could step on her.
But who still remembers that she was the only daughter of the Ernst family and a duchess who married into the Spencer family with wealth and pride.
Heinrich did not abandon her, she chose to stay.
This estate carried the blood, sweat, and tears of Frederick and her. They'd even risked their lives on their grandson, so what was there for an old woman like her to fear? Did they really think Violet Ernst was such a pushover? She'd been bending over backward for so long, and if she kept suppressing her temper, she'd probably forget how to straighten herself up.
Looking at Saxony's ugly face, Violet sneered, and the pride and contempt in her blood could no longer be restrained.
"Saxony, your family's ability to become an elector is thanks to my vote on behalf of the Ernst family." She chuckled. "It's been so long, so long that you've forgotten how your father knelt before me like a dog, slapped me in the face, and even praised me for my skill."
Saxon's face flushed red: "You! You're looking for death!"
"Kill me if you dare!" Violet stood up, slamming her cane to the ground as she cursed. "The Spencer family has been a distinguished family for generations, guarding the center of Ceylon for hundreds of years, starting with Margaret! Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you act so wildly in front of me?! If you want to kill me, carry my body out of the manor gate in front of everyone!"
Saxon gritted his teeth and drew his sword. "Do you think I dare not?! Nobles, who here isn't a noble? You Spencers have been in decline for a long time. Don't scare people with old stories from history books!"
Violet laughed as if she heard something funny, and then spat hard in his face.
"Saxony, do you really think you're noble? You flaunt yourselves in magnificent furs, feasting and reveling in your castle, or wielding your privileges to dictate life and death to the lesser-known? And you think you're aristocrats?" She sneered, pointing to the rising-sun lion banner behind her. "Open your eyes and see! Have you forgotten the oath you swore on the day you inherited the title?! An Elector should be responsible for safeguarding peace and protecting the well-being of his people!"
"The merits our ancestors earned after risking their lives have been squandered by a bunch of you parasites! What is nobility? Nobles are swords blocking the way in war and shields supporting the defense in peacetime!" Violet raised her cane high and slammed it to the ground again, making a loud noise. "My husband and son died for their country! My grandchildren and granddaughters-in-law are upright and honest, and everything they do is for fairness and justice. Today, you want to kill me for personal gain? Come on! A hundred years from now, history will have its own judgment! And you... will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame, cursed by everyone!"
The sonorous and powerful scolding was deafening, and Saxony's face became extremely gloomy.
"I'll kill you now!"
He suddenly drew out his knife and slashed at Violet!
"Old lady!" Eleanor rushed forward almost at the same time and stood in front of Violet.
At the critical moment, a gunshot rang out, and blood splattered from Saxon's arm. He then cried out in pain: "Ahhh! My arm!"
"Everyone, don't move!" At the same time, Victor stood at the door with a gun.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and was completely stunned.
Behind Victor stood a huge group of people - they were not soldiers in armor and armed with sharp weapons, but civilians with anger burning on their faces!
Some carried hoes, some held sticks, and some had mud on their feet... Compared with the soldiers, the people did not have any weapons, but they had the advantage of being numerous, and their numbers alone were enough to scare away the guards.
If a fight really came to pass, the guards armed with firearms might have a chance of winning, but... the nobles other than Saxony had already begun to consider retreating.
What Violet said makes sense. The people risked their lives to protect the Spencer family, which is enough to show the people's support.
If a bloody incident occurs here today, this group of nobles, who already have no legitimate reason to fight, will probably be like rats crossing the street and be hunted down by everyone.
Violet watched the guards finally leave, then looked at the people behind Victor, her eyes welling up with tears.
She recognized that many of these people were tenants of the Charvez estate. When Heinrich left, she took out all her savings and distributed them to them, asking them to leave quickly before danger came.
"Thank you everyone." Violet bowed deeply.
The tenants hurriedly helped her up and said awkwardly, "Ma'am, this is what we should do. If we want to express gratitude, we should thank the Spencer family."
The leading tenant farmer was very old and had tears in his eyes.
"Twenty years ago, we had the old Duke and General Ludwig, and twenty years later, we have Duke Heinrich. Everyone has seen everything the Spencer family has done for us. Helping you is helping ourselves."
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When the news reached Kent, Heinrich remained silent for a long time after learning that the crisis at Charvis Manor had been averted.
"Did you already guess that the tenant farmers would protect Grandmother?"
Isabel put down the letter and shook her head. "I arranged for Victor to lead a group of soldiers to lurk in Mellenvik and act according to the situation. The tenant farmers acted on their own initiative, and I didn't guess."
Heinrich was stunned.
Isabel smiled and held his hand: "Thank yourself, thank your grandfather and father, thank Georgiana, thank Lady Violet, thank Margaret..."
Seeing her list of names kept going up, Heinrich laughed and said, "I want to thank Spencer for his family tree."
Unexpectedly, Isabel nodded seriously and said, "Yes, you have to thank the entire Spencer family."
Under the light, she stroked the family medal on Heinrich's shoulder and said, "It is your dedication that has brought us the gospel."
She paused, looked up and smiled: "Are you still hesitant about the future now?"
"I never hesitated." Heinrich's eyes flickered slightly, the flickering candlelight reflected in his dark pupils. "It's just... before, I just followed your footsteps. Wherever you went, I went. Actually, there's nothing wrong with that. You're smart and perceptive. Following you will mostly benefit the family."
"But now... when I see my father's former subordinates on Mount Morpheus, I see their eyes welling up as they speak of their ideals, and I see their willingness to set out again for a path long since extinguished. I seem to understand my father's faith." Heinrich lowered his eyes, stroking the Order of the Lion of the Rising Sun with his palm. He paused, then said softly, "I have also found my true meaning."
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