Chapter 443: Stunning Woman (Very Long Chapter)

Ashburn didn't know that the friend and adviser he relied on and trusted the most was actually a spy planted by Lydia next to him.

Although not all the conditions were met, Ashborn had completed most of the agreement and left the princess's mansion with great satisfaction. Then Lydia also disappeared. Also missing were Lydia's companions, Sharin and Ifrit, who had always been with her.

No one took Lydia's disappearance seriously.

For the nobles who knew some of the situation, and even Lydia's father, brothers, and sisters, perhaps the third princess just didn't want to marry a man she didn't like, so she ran away from home.

It's a bit of a loss to the dignity of the royal family, and it's a little difficult to explain to the Copperfield family... But it's not a big problem.

The royal family of the Spang Theocracy now lacks everything, but the thing they have the most is princesses. There are dozens of unmarried princesses, and they can just pick a pretty one among them to marry.

After all, for the Copperfield family, all they needed was the title of princess and a royal marriage. As for who this princess was, it didn't matter.

In addition, there was the threat from Granville and the Orc Lord. Although a princess was missing, it did not cause much commotion within the Church, and soon everything was calm.

Only a very few people know the chaos and violence hidden beneath this calm.

The calm before the storm lasted only seven days.

Just seven days after Lydia disappeared, in the westernmost town of the Spang Theocracy, civilians in the city suddenly picked up kitchen knives and axes, and with the help of some people, rushed directly into the house of the local lord. The viscount lord was killed on the spot, and his wife, nine lovers, and 64 children were slaughtered. More than 200 private soldiers and a large number of servants were killed all over the place.

It is said that no one escaped, and that night the bright moon turned scarlet.

It is said that the food that the citizens moved out of the Viscount's granary was enough to feed everyone in this small town for five years...It was in this small town that more than 9,000 people froze to death or starved to death last winter.

It is said that these mobs waved the banner of the third princess Lydia and declared that the Virgin Mary had come.

When the news reached the royal city, it did not cause much commotion.

The royal city was still calm. Neither the royal family nor the nobles seemed to take the riot seriously. Even Barumong was dismissive.

In their eyes, they were just a small group of rioters. How much trouble could they cause?

Not to mention sending a large army to suppress them, I reckon that just randomly assigning an expert could easily send all these mobs to hell.

But what Barumong and those nobles did not expect was that this riot, like a spark, burned the entire grassland.

One day later, six towns broke out in rebellion within the territory of the Spang Religion, and five nobles died. Only one person was rescued by a heroic private soldier under his command, who was his son-in-law, when the mob's axe was about to chop off his head.

Three days later, fourteen towns had revolted and twelve nobles had died.

Moreover, the riots tended to intensify. It was not until this time that the nobles and royal family members finally realized that something was wrong.

They didn't care about the rebellion, but the death of the twelve nobles made them angry.

Although those were only the lowest-ranking nobles, there were not even a few viscounts, and basically all of them were barons and lords. Let alone the death of twelve, even if the death of one hundred and twenty people, it would not cause much impact on the power of the nobles.

The real great nobles didn't care about the death of the small nobles; what they cared about was the fact that the nobles were killed.

Eight thousand years.

This was the first time a noble was killed by a commoner.

That mob, how dare they?

Who gave them the courage? All the nobles were shocked by this incident. They vaguely sensed the changes behind it and realized the danger behind it. The entire noble class was furious.

They were like a group of madmen, howling and roaring desperately, demanding punishment for the mob.

They want to kill these civilians.

Not just the murderers of the nobles, but also all the civilians who rebelled, and even everyone in the city.

They will bring punishment with blood.

Use death to bring fear.

They wanted to make those commoners who committed crimes and dared to attack the nobles understand what true despair was, and they wanted to defend the authority of the nobles.

Under the leadership of some great nobles, the aristocracy gathered 5,000 elite soldiers, ready to sweep away and suppress all the riots.

They are very confident.

They were just a group of skinny civilians who couldn't even get enough food. The weapons in their hands were just axes and sickles, and they were not wearing armor, but some tattered linen.

Although the number of the rioters seems large, they are just a group of rabble. Five thousand elite soldiers are enough to quell all the riots.

These nobles showed off their military might and waited for news of victory.

But the final result made these nobles despair.

They never thought that the civilians who could be bullied or even killed at will on weekdays could burst out with such terrifying power at this time.

Of the five thousand elite soldiers, eighty percent died in the first war, and only nearly a thousand survived. More than half of these thousand fled in all directions and disappeared. Among the remaining four hundred or so, most of them were covered in wounds and suffered serious mental trauma.

From the survivors, these nobles finally knew what the enemies they were facing looked like.

Just as the nobles had expected, the civilians were skinny and bony. Although they had looted many nobles, they did not have enough time to gather weapons and armor, let alone time to train in battle formations and fighting skills.

Among these civilians there are men, women, old people and children.

Not to mention the great nobles, even in the eyes of the private soldiers, they were just a group of trash who could be suppressed with a wave of the hand. Just one charge would turn the enemy into a river of blood.

But when the battle really started, they were surprised to find that these civilians could not even be called human beings, they... were a group of beasts.

A group of the most brutal and cruel beasts.

They didn't know what death was, nor did they know what pain was. They never thought about living. Even if their chests were pierced, they would desperately raise their arms at the last moments of their lives, trying to chop the enemy's head with the rusty axe in their hands.

They have the strongest will.

Even if they are covered in blood, as long as they still have a breath and can move, they will never stop fighting.

They are weak, but crazy.

Faced with such a crazy enemy that had no fear of death at all, even those well-trained and fully armed enemies were terrified, their bodies were trembling, and their will to fight was almost destroyed in an instant.

What a joke.

The status of the nobles' private soldiers is only slightly higher than that of commoners, and they only earn a few silver coins a month. What's the point of risking their lives?

As a result, the charge that was originally arrogant and domineering, with the advantage and confidence of victory, quickly turned into a great defeat.

When these news reached the ears of the great nobles, they remained silent.

They could not imagine what the civilians described by their soldiers looked like, what kind of image they had... the so-called evil ghosts were probably just like this, right? Compared to the distorted image of the civilians, they were more afraid of the will shown by these civilians, and even more afraid of some legends about rioting civilians that had gradually spread among the people.

They said they were fighting now so that their children wouldn't have to fight in the future.

They said they wanted to create a world without aristocratic oppression.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

They said that they wanted their children and grandchildren to have enough food to eat and be able to go to school in the near future. They hoped that their daughters would not be snatched away by nobles who suddenly appeared on the street. They hoped that their daughters-in-law would not have to stay overnight in the nobles' mansions before getting married. They hoped that the wealth they had worked hard to earn would not be snatched away for inexplicable reasons...

God.

When these great nobles learned the target of the rioting civilians, they trembled all over.

Violating ancestral rules.

The rituals and music are in decline.

Are these stupid commoners crazy? Are you kidding me? Can the oppression of the nobles be called oppression? Isn't that natural? Even commoners want to have enough food, and their children want to go to school? Who gave them the courage to have such delusions?

If we can't rob women from common people's homes or plunder their wealth at will, is there any need for such a world to exist?

These great nobles were more angry than ever before. They howled like a group of jackals, clamoring to punish these thugs.

However, the lives of the 5,000 elite soldiers before made them realize that these thugs seemed to be a little different and not so easy to deal with. They wanted to maintain their power and status, but did not want to sacrifice their own strength...it was all about money.

So, this large group of nobles went directly to Barumongge and asked him to exercise the king's power and obligations to suppress these civilians.

As it happened, at this time, a small-scale conflict broke out between the army of the Granville Kingdom in the south and the defenders of the Spang Theocracy. On the back, the orcs also showed signs of attacking. Barumong had to arrange soldiers to provide support. As for the rioters, they could only be left to these nobles to deal with.

No one knows whether the matter is true or not. In short, Barumong is sticking to one point, that he currently has no soldiers, and in order to maintain your noble identity and status, you must mobilize your own private soldiers to suppress the rebellion.

It was obvious to the king that a lose-lose situation for both the nobles and the mobs was definitely the option that was in his best interest.

While the two sides were arguing, the rebels took the opportunity to capture a medium-sized city. All 36 nobles in the city were exterminated, and no one survived. Even a church of the Church of the Heart of Nature in the city was breached and all the clergy in the church were beheaded.

And these clergy were the members who opposed the Marcelino family.

Although the current Theocracy of Spang has not yet fallen into a completely uncontrollable situation, it is no exaggeration to say that it is in chaos.

However, this chaos did not have much impact on the royal city.

This is the royal capital, the political and economic core of the Spang Theocracy.

In the royal capital, there is the most powerful guard, countless nobles, and the headquarters of the Church of Nature's Heart. For the people living in the royal capital, no matter what happens outside, it has little to do with them. It is simply too far away from them.

Here it is still calm and peaceful.

The nobles in gorgeous dresses were still gathered together, chatting about everything under the sun and the love affairs of the world. Their eyes, slightly cloudy due to physical overdraft, were still staring at the figures passing by with evil eyes, as if they were looking for the next target to attack.

They are unscrupulous and don't care about other people's eyes at all.

After all, their identities were there. The legitimate sons of a grand duke, a marquis and two earls. They were definitely huge monsters. Who would dare to provoke them? Even the royal family had to give them some respect.

Inadvertently, a beautiful figure caught the eyes of several noble young men.

The originally cloudy eyeballs suddenly burst into bright, greedy, and lustful light.

Their breathing became rapid.

What a beautiful woman she was! Even though these nobles lived a life of debauchery on a daily basis, they had tasted her countless times, whether they were the beautiful girls among the common people, the young ladies among the nobles, or even the nuns in the church.

He had participated in countless silver parties, even those that were blocked by the Eternal Freedom Sect.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are experienced and knowledgeable, but now, everyone can only feel their heart trembling uncontrollably.

Their gazes were fixed on the girl, their eyes fixed on her, not willing to shift their focus even a little bit.

What a woman she was, with long emerald green hair that exuded a fresh and natural scent, as soft as a waterfall, and falling to her knees. Just this hair gave people an indescribable sense of dignity and elegance.

The pretty cheeks are a little tender, the skin is as delicate as cream and as white as snow, and under the long eyelashes are the same emerald green pupils, which reveal a little playfulness and cuteness.

Her figure is slender, delicate and graceful, especially her slender waist, which is so slender that one can hold it in one hand. The tight-fitting long skirt brings out the most beautiful curves.

With this appearance and this figure...I'm afraid even Saint Isabel would be slightly inferior to her? Perhaps, only the former Saint Kaya and the wife of the Great Saint Marcelino, Mireya, are qualified to compare.

When did such a beautiful woman appear in the royal city?

Compared to this woman, those I played with before were simply mediocre and vulgar.

She even has a pair of long pointed ears. She's an elf!

(End of this chapter)