House looked at the gathered villagers and sighed.
He was not a tenant, but the heavy taxes that were about to fall on tenants were considered excessive by any of his guards.
The priest stood on a pile of hay, preaching the commandments of the religion, reinforcing the importance of obedience to saving souls over and over again.
“Only by obeying will God Hector send down revelations to guide your life in a beautiful direction.
These things are the test of God Hector's desire for you. However, you have all disappointed God Hector. None of you has withstood this test.
Of course, since it is a test, it will end one day, and now is this day. From today on, hand grinders are banned! Private water mills will be taken over by the church, and those who build water mills privately will be fined! "
The priest said excitedly, his face flushed.
There were a large group of farmers, both men and women, old and young. Some of them had confused eyes, some had angry faces, some had sad faces, and some were still nodding slightly, echoing the priest's constant murmuring and praying.
"They were all smashed to me!"
When the priest's order came, House looked at the pile of hand mills in front of him and at the farmers with complicated expressions. He sighed.
He opened his palm and spit some saliva, then picked up the hammer that was on the ground, swung it high, then let out a loud "Ouch", covered his waist, and knelt on the ground.
"What are you doing? Hit me quickly."
"The waist flashed..."
As soon as House let go, the hammer fell to the ground.
"Hmph, you weak-willed guy, get out of the way!"
The priest jumped down from the hay pile, picked up the hammer and smashed it.
Gravel flew everywhere, and the handmill soon turned into a pile of worthless rocks.
When they heard that they had to pay back ten years of mill tax, the farmers were not angry. When they were scolded by the gods they believed in, the farmers were not angry either.
But when their hand mill was smashed, they became angry.
They moved forward restlessly, like an approaching military formation.
"Beat him to death!"
The roar became a clarion call for a charge, and the farmers swarmed forward, waving fists, stones, and even handfuls of dirt from the ground.
House quickly stood up, picked up the thin priest, turned around and ran away.
It's okay to release the water, and it doesn't matter if the task is not completed, but if the priest dies, he will be in big trouble.
The priest was still dishonest. While slapping and slapping him, he motioned for House to put him down, and at the same time shouted out the injunctions in the dogma. It seemed that what was chasing him was not a group of farmers who were angered by him, but a group of ignorant thugs.
Half an hour later, under the tree next to the post road, House was holding on to the trunk of the tree and panting heavily.
The farmers failed to chase him out, which made the priest, who had lost his target of accusation, target House.
"What are you going to do, you stupid guy? Do they dare to hurt the spokesperson of God Hector? You have lowered the prestige of God Hector to the level of a mortal. This is simply blasphemy!"
Here we go again, Hector's guys are using their blasphemous tactics again.
House rolled his eyes. He blocked one nostril and blew it hard. His nose became clear. He stretched out comfortably and wiped his nose on the tree trunk.
Seeing that House was not eating enough, the priest became angry and raised his hands, as if he was about to be sick.
"Hey, dear priest, put your hands down.
I know that God Hector has unlimited power, but you are not invulnerable. If you die in my mission, the princess will hold me accountable.
Let's go. The farmers in the next village may be able to live in peace. "
The priest was furious, but in the end he did not have an attack. He asked House to go back to the village and get the horse back. House held his waist and staggered back towards the village.
The farmers gathered beside the barn and glared at House who returned, but House could only smile awkwardly and walk towards the tree stump where the horses were tied.
Several people gathered around, but they didn't do anything, just stared at House and untied the reins.
When House went to untie the reins of the other horse, a hand grabbed his wrist. The hand was so strong that even as a soldier, House couldn't pull his hand away.
"Your horse can be taken away, but not his."
House smiled awkwardly and said, "If he doesn't have a horse, he will have to ride mine. In the end, I will still have to walk..."
"Then I don't care."
House had no choice but to reach for the saddlebag on the priest's horse, but was stopped again.
Seeing the young man shaking his head, House could only raise his hands.
"Okay, okay, I'll take my own horse. That's okay, right?"
The man stopped blocking him, and the crowd moved out of the way. House led the horse out of the crowd, turned back and said to the young man: "I can understand your feelings, but killing a clergyman is a big deal.
The Hectors Church now has great power in the Kingdom of Xisuo. If you don't mess around, you will be wiped out. "
The young man stood in front of the crowd, staring at House without blinking.
"I can also understand your feelings. You don't want to become a lackey of power, and you don't want to help others do evil.
Then why don't you come to us? We are building an army. "
House laughed, so weakly that the laughter eventually turned into a sigh.
"Army? You? Army with hoes?
Don't be ridiculous, we have cavalry, you have a flat plain here, you don't need more, if three hundred cavalry rush over, you won't have anywhere to run..."
"We plan to rely on Antler City to fight."
This sentence really scared House.
Relying on Antler City to fight, are they going to capture the city?
They definitely wouldn't be able to attack the city directly, but if...
House suddenly realized that they had been planning for a long time, and maybe some of the brothers around them had become theirs.
He thought of another terrible fact. This young man had directly told him the plan. Would he still let him go?
He silently counted the number of people around him, his hand unconsciously reaching for his sword.
"If I pretend I didn't hear you, can I still leave?"
"You can leave anytime."
The man answered simply and confidently.
"Aren't you afraid that I will report to the princess?"
"You won't report it...
The decision to rebel is not just made today. We have been preparing for more than a year, and you, House Beckant, we also know you well. "
House heard clearly the threat in the young man's words.
He cursed in his heart. In three days, first Selu, then Ram, and then this young man who he didn't even know.
He couldn't help but start to reflect, would he be manipulated for the rest of his life?
In life, when his wife told him to go east, he didn't dare to go west; at work, when the soldier told him to beat the dog, he didn't dare scold the chicken; when faced with the clergy's orders, his fiercest resistance was limited to paddling.
But this time, he wanted to resist, he didn't want to be carried forward by the torrent again.
