Chapter 169 It's stable, everything is stable

The door of the meeting hall was closed, and the original core members of the Papal States stayed to hold a small meeting. Only Madeleine left early to visit the seriously injured Grampven.

Mixing in with the dispersing refugee leaders who were walking in groups of two or three, Madeleine used his good popularity to build relationships with them and greet them.

"Bishop Madeleine." A bald leader elected by other refugees came forward and said, "I have something to ask you."

"I was just going to visit my good brother Grampven..."

"It's okay. I'm going to the wounded camp as well. Let's go together."

"Very well," said Madeleine, with a hearty laugh, "let us talk as we go."

When we walked out of the City Hall, most of the refugee troops who had fallen asleep in front of the square had already gotten up.

Under the organization of the Boys' Army and the old camp officers, the Salvation Army basically restored some order and lined up in the square to receive breakfast amid the sound of hymns.

Armand (still called by his nickname Armand in informal occasions) and Bonnard and others are compiling a list of the dead and wounded.

According to Horn's request, all the dead, regardless of whether their families were willing to go with them, would be given a pension of 600 dinars, and their names would be engraved and later engraved on the obelisk as a memorial.

When Madeleine and Boritz walked past the refugees and farmers sitting on the ground, they hardly saw any happy expressions on their faces. Most of them were either afraid or confused.

The Duke is dead, and now what?

After the initial excitement and fatigue, panic swept over them again.

They killed the devil in revenge for their relatives and friends, but when the Duke's head fell to the ground and the knights bowed their heads, they began to be afraid again.

They hated the Duke, but were also afraid of the power behind him. Even some refugees who had fought bravely in the bloody battle began to sneak away.

Did he regret killing the Duke? If he said he didn't regret it, then he did regret it a little, because it angered the nobles.

But it is not right to say that they regret it. If you ask yourself, they would like to eat the Duke's flesh and drink the Duke's blood.

In such a contradictory mentality, the Salvation Army of the entire city fell into irreconcilable confusion after killing the Duke.

When the cheers of victory gradually subsided, the refugees did not thank Horn after their momentary excitement.

In particular, under the inducement of some citizens who came under the guise of gathering information, they even spread rumors such as "Why did Horn tell us about the blue-blooded orphans?" and "The Knight Master had no intention of slaughtering us. It was that damn Saint Grandson who wanted to drag us into this."

"What a bunch of fools." The bald refugee leader obviously did not consider himself as one of the refugees or farmers.

"Brother, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Ha, Bishop Madeleine is a forgetful man." The bald refugee leader laughed, "My name is Boritz, and I'm a former notary."

"Oh? You are a notary, no wonder you speak so logically." Madeleine asked with some surprise, but considering Boritz's name, he did not ask why he was a "former" notary.

In the Kingdom of Leia, a notary is almost equivalent to a lawyer, and a large number of contracts are often signed by a notary.

"What does Monsieur Boritz want to ask me?" repeated Madeleine.

"Bishop Madeleine, you have been to the Black Bone Swamp, right? I have a question for you." Boritz lowered his voice, "Although as long as we can take over the Autumn Dusk Island, we can have a place to station.

But the problem is, I heard from you that there are still monsters and barbarians on that island. Can we win?"

"Of course we can win." Madeleine smiled as she walked through the long street covered with black blood. "That monster wasn't wearing armor, and the barbarians certainly weren't wearing armor either. You saw our Saint Jeanne showing off her power." "But I always feel empty inside, afraid that I'll have nowhere to stay when I enter the swamp."

"Don't worry. By then, His Holiness the Pope will grant you a title of nobility and allow you to become a noble in the Kingdom of Beastmen."

Boritz's eyes lit up, but he immediately suppressed his anger by lowering his head. "That being said, do you know how many barbarians and monsters there are on the island? At least give me a rough idea."

"I don't know about that." Madeleine shook his head, glanced at the notary, and said with a smile, "But I asked Gergo before I left, and she said that their Chinese army had dispatched a hundred divisions at most at one time!"

"One hundred divisions? Are there that many people?"

Hearing this astronomical figure, Boritz felt dizzy for a moment, wondering if Madeleine was joking. Even in its heyday, Aiel might not have had a hundred divisions.

"What? They are just like us in the Papal States, with a small organization and large ranks."

Boritz immediately calculated the number of people according to the Papal States' organization and found that there were at least 6000 people.

Even if there is one soldier for every ten people, those beastman kingdoms are not small. If they are allowed to be a duke, they might just be a village chief or a knight.

But after all, he is a noble who manages people. It is better than staying in Jeanne d'Arc and waiting to die.

"I see, then." Boritz and Madeleine came to a corner, and he bowed to Madeleine. "I'm going this way."

"The wounded soldiers' camp is over here."

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that there are some things I must do."

"Oh..." Madeleine waved her hand sympathetically, "Go ahead, then. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Standing at the intersection, looking at Boritz's back, Madeleine showed a smile that could not be suppressed: "Huh."

On the other side, after turning a circle on the street, Boritz looked around and saw that there was no one around. He quickly put on his hood, picked up his robe, and trotted around the corner to meet up with his other companions.

Most of them were impoverished armed peasants, citizens or small middle-class people who had become refugees out of necessity.

During the great riot last night, they joined the Saviors only after Horn defeated the knights.

Almost none of them are native Norn people, but Leia or Frank people. The so-called blue blood has no impact on them at all.

Throughout the entire battle, these people were almost invisible, and only played a cheerleading role during the final attack on the city hall.

"What happened? What happened?" the companions asked impatiently.

"It's stable, it's all stable." Boritz shouted excitedly, "If we go there, we may get a dukedom, but don't be too happy, this dukedom is just a knight's territory."

"What's the big deal?" A companion whispered, "It's better than wandering around. If we stay here, we will be slaughtered by the knights."

"But don't we still have to come back in three months?"

"What are you afraid of?" Boritz said disdainfully, "Paslick really thinks he is someone special. If I find a swamp cat or pretend to be sick, he can't drag me along."

"Great, now it's completely stable."

(End of this chapter)