Chapter 339 Is the blood of the nobility noble?
"The Holy See?" The prince was stunned. "Don't they never interfere with the secular world?"
Among the four major churches, the Candlelight Society has the best relationship with the local lords.
These people seem to have no interest in the mundane world, and do not interfere at all whether the lord is wise or violent.
Their believers were taxed by their lords, but they didn't care; their believers were slaughtered, but the Church didn't care either.
As long as the army did not charge into the church, the priests of the Candlelight Society would just stand by and watch even if they committed blasphemous acts at the church door.
The believers of the Candlelight Society will not rebel, the church sells holy water, and they can help solve extraordinary changes in the territory. How could any lord hate such an existence?
"In your mind, the church is just quietly doing its own thing, right?" Isabella said softly, "But there is a situation that will cause the Church to interfere in the secular world."
She slowly raised her eyes and her gaze fell on the decorative rack on the wall, on which was placed an exquisite gun.
Bolt-action rifle, Castel's gift to Bloodharbor.
"Any improvement or progress in technology will be directly eliminated by the Vatican. There will be no trial or defense. This is a taboo in the church."
"It's not that the church doesn't interfere with the secular world, but it keeps the secular world here. They are like farmers who raise livestock and let the livestock fight in the fence. As long as you don't try to step out, they will ignore you."
“We are the cattle kept by the church.”
Isabella's tone turned a little colder.
"Do you know that there was a young man in Galahad's factory who improved the entire steam engine by himself, increasing the transmission efficiency by more than 30%, and without triggering cognitive interference?"
"Given time, he may become the next great sage Bruno."
"I sent people to observe him for a long time, and even cleared out the nearby factories to prevent cognitive interference from breaking out, but the church later found out about this."
"That Jules from the Joan family, killed all the knights stationed there and entered the factory by himself, and killed him in the factory."
"At that time, I looked at his body and swore to myself that I must free the empire from the cage of the Church."
"I signed countless canonization letters and sent border earls to the four borders of the empire. There is no church there, so there is still hope."
"But it's too late. The empire was built on the foundations of the Church and the nobility. Without either one, it will completely fall to the other side."
"I have killed too many nobles."
"The Vatican is ready to get rid of me."
"But who am I! Can they kill me!?"
"Those worms in the gutter thought they had a sure win after infiltrating the palace, but they didn't know they gave me a chance, a chance to start over. This time I'm going to tear everything down and start over!"
Isabella looked up into the air and suddenly smiled.
"So I came to Blood Harbor. There is no church here, and now there are no nobles."
The prince was so shocked that he was speechless.
He thought that his forbearance and assassination were a successful plan, but now he found that he was just a small chess piece on the chessboard.
All his actions were exploited, whether it was revenge or assassination, they were all part of someone else's plan.
The silent confrontation took place underwater, but he regarded the tip of the iceberg above the water as everything.
After a long while, he spoke in a low voice: "It's actually like this. But you don't have to kill them all. Just drive those nobles out of the territory."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Isabella's face was filled with anger, but she quickly calmed down. "You know, the food in my warehouse is enough to feed the people in Blood Harbor. Even those hungry people at the bottom will not starve to death."
"But you didn't open the granaries to release the grain." The prince wanted to accuse him, but his tone weakened halfway through. "You must be hiding something, right?"
"Oh, you're smart. Do you know the most efficient way to put the food down?"
"What?"
Isabella pulled her legs back from the table, stood up, and walked to the window.
She pointed to the scorched earth and ruins outside the window and said, "That's it!"
".What's the meaning?"
"If I put the grain down there, no matter how it is, most of it will end up in the pockets of the nobles. The cultists massacred the upper city, but only one or two hundred people died. If I open the warehouse and release the grain, more than one or two thousand people will starve to death!?"
Her face was full of anger and rage: "These vampires, parasites, dirty maggots, shit-eating horse-faced fish, they will swallow every Rio, regardless of the death of others, their stupidity is only worthy of one ending-"
"die!"
She spat outside angrily before sitting back in her chair.
The prince seemed to be intimidated by her aura, and after a long while he murmured.
"But they are all nobles. How can nobles be compared with commoners?"
Isabella raised her head and pointed her thumb at herself. "I am the empress of the empire. All of you are my subjects, regardless of your status. Do they think they are nobles? To me, they are no different from Tommy with three heads attached."
"No, they are not as good as Tommy. Tommy only eats one portion of food, while those nobles only eat food at a high price."
"Who gave them the right to trample upon my subjects?"
The prince was confused by what he heard. There was no difference between nobles and commoners? This was the first time he heard such words, but the one who said it was the most honorable queen in the empire.
He was willing to treat common people well, but that was only out of the kindness in his nature. In his heart, nobles were ultimately better than common people.
But if the scorched earth outside the window is still there, is it really fair for the nobles to distribute food less than a group of cultists? The prince had too many things to say, but he couldn't say a word. He had always insisted on justice and fairness in his heart, but at this moment he suddenly realized that his so-called justice was even shallower than the tyrant in front of him.
"Anything else you want to ask, little prince?" Isabella's tone became lazy again.
"Also, I want to know why you didn't kill me. Just now you asked Youan what value he had, but I can't think of what value I have."
"Of course you are valuable. You are almost the most valuable in the empire."
"Ah?" The prince was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Yes, is it because I assassinated you to get revenge?"
"Of course—no."
"That"
"Because you know who I am. I was born to stand in the center of the stage, and of course I can't do without the audience. Your greatest value is to sit in the audience and witness me move from one victory to another."
Isabella said in a haughty tone: "Remember to applaud and cheer for me."
(End of this chapter)
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