Chapter 254 Your era is over
In the dim light, a candlestick was placed on a low wooden table, and the light flickered slightly, dispelling the shadows in this secret room.

The center of the long table was piled with maps, weapons, and some handwritten papers.

There were several wooden boxes in the corner, filled with armor and crossbows.

Beside the wooden table, a skinny old man in black monk's clothes lowered his head, while the blacksmith, who had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his hairy arms, rubbed his hands nervously.

Several labor representatives were in a corner of the room, talking in low voices. Standing by the winding staircase, the young men serving as guards were both nervous and excited.

Sitting in front of the wooden table, Mitternich was wearing hard leather armor and a long sword hung at his waist.

The originally round and gentle face looked particularly cold in the light of the fire, and his eyes were sharp, unlike that of a gentle diplomatic envoy.

"You all know the news. According to the plan, tomorrow is the day of action. The future of Rapid City, oh no, Thousand River Valley will be in our hands."

Everyone present looked at each other, with fear and excitement in their eyes.

Everyone present had sworn a blood oath together and each left a blood letter.

For the merchants, craftsmen and citizens of Rapid City, although they created a lot of wealth, due to the existence of the church, most of the wealth that should have belonged to them was embezzled by the church without any effort.

Although they had bought their freedom during the Hundred Years' War, they were still subject to the control of the Church.

A free city with investiture is completely different from a free city without investiture.

The former is completely autonomous, while the latter has simply changed from being a direct subordinate to a vassal, and its sovereignty is still incomplete.

In the history of Horn's previous world, there was no such distinction, but due to the existence of supernatural powers in this world, it was difficult to capture cities through armed struggle, which caused this division.

"Sir Mitternich, we are ready. The weapons have been distributed long ago." The blacksmith said in a muffled voice.

"very good."

"Sir, I have notified those workers."

"good."

"Sir." A laborer raised his hand and asked, "Why hasn't Lady Catherine come yet?"

Mitternich chuckled: "Lady Catherine has gone to do something important..."

The voice gradually became gloomy. Mitternich looked at everyone present and said slowly, "That is to catch the traitor, and the list has been narrowed down to only a few people."

"Who are they?" The blacksmith Petor's eyes widened. "Whoever dares to break the blood oath will have his soul go to hell."

"We have already locked down the list of the mole, and he is sitting right here."

After half a second of silence, the basement was filled with chaotic arguments that were about to overturn it.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I called you all here just to solve this matter. It's easy to find the traitor.

The day before yesterday, I accidentally leaked a piece of information to everyone present here—"

Having said this, Mitternich glanced at each uneasy face with a playful look.

"But everyone makes small differences, such as small differences in time and place, as long as..."

"Go to hell!"

Before he could finish his words, the old monk who had been dozing off suddenly jumped out, roared, and pounced on Sissi who was in the corner.

He seemed to be trying to capture Sissi as a hostage.

Before his fingertips could touch the hem of Sissi's skirt, the blacksmith next to him grabbed his ankle and swung it onto the table.

"Cough, cough, cough--" The old monk curled up on the table, coughing violently.

The young laborers hadn't reacted yet: "You, you broke the blood oath, do you know that? Are you still a Thousand River Valley person?"

“What Thousand River Valley people!” The old monk roared with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, “I am the first graduate of the seminary. If it weren’t for this unclean blood, I would have been a bishop long ago. Who is Thousand River Valley people? Who are you calling Thousand River Valley people! Who is Thousand River Valley people!”

Mitternich licked his dry lips, and two guards immediately stepped forward and held down the old monk's arms.

"So what if they catch me?" Looking around, the old monk laughed wildly, "The bishop and the city council president have already known your plan. Tomorrow morning will be your death."

"My friend." Xixi raised her foot and stepped on his face. "I have to tell you, after midnight it will be tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you think that we would have carried out our original plan if we had known there was a traitor?"

"Early morning is also morning," Mitternich added.

Almost as soon as they finished speaking, they heard footsteps coming from above their heads.

Instantly, the old monk's face turned pale. In the guard post of Rapid City, a uniformed city guard was pierced through the chest by an armed sword at the moment of changing shifts.

After the whistle sounded mixed with the ordinary bird calls, the earth gradually shook. At the end of the road, teams of cavalry poured out and entered the checkpoint of the outpost one after another.

Inside the armory in Rapid City, the night guards on duty were shot down one by one by crossbow arrows, and the sound of their bodies falling to the ground echoed in the night sky.

In the row of stone houses, lights were lit, and pairs of eyes lifted the curtains to look out. When they saw a man in black with a weapon passing by, they would quickly blow out the candles.

Dark shadows surged in the alleys and streets. The insurgents rushed towards the City Hall like wild beasts out of a cage, holding weapons and shouting slogans.

The night watch guards also picked up their harpoons and began to confront and fight with the militiamen.

These workers have their own small groups. Those working at the docks have the dock gang, and those working in printing and dyeing have the printing and dyeing gang. When they have free time, they will train in the Magdi Chamber of Commerce.

Craftsmen already have guilds to organize themselves, and they don't need to be trained by vibrant folk organizations like this gang or that society.

A large number of night watch guards and armored sergeants did not expect Catherine to launch the attack in advance. They were scattered in taverns and homes and were burned and besieged by the rebels.

During the chaotic night of killing, the remaining night guards on the Town Hall Square were beaten back by the sudden insurgents and finally had to hide in the sturdy Town Hall.

"Take the cabinet and block the door with that cabinet, you stupid pig who doesn't understand what people are saying!"

City Council Speaker Fredian stood in the entrance hall of the City Hall, holding a swift flower sword, and screamed at the guards to block the door.

However, the door that was firmly blocked by heavy objects did not have the effect he expected.

A burnt smell suddenly filled the air, and before they could figure out what was happening, violent noise, light, and heat burst out from the crack in the door.

"what--"

"My hands, my hands are burnt."

The rotten flesh fell off their bodies, and the guards covered their eyes and raised their burnt and wrinkled arms, wailing and crying.

"Damn it, it's the wizard's fireball. I said that little symbol was a lackey of the secret party!"

Fredian's screams could not prevent the gate from being breached. After the fireball spell, the guards were already scared out of their wits.

Besides, they are all locals, not the Knights Templar in the church. Why would they risk their lives for just a few dozen dinars a month?

"I surrender, I surrender."

"My Lord, that is Fredian."

"Sir, look where he is, don't let him get away."

They raised their hands, dropped their weapons, and chose to surrender. Many people even showed the way to the rebels.

When Catherine, wearing chain mail and leather armor and holding a sword, walked out from behind the door, Fredian, whose legs were broken, was lying on the ground.

With dust on his face, Fredian turned his head with difficulty and looked into Catherine's cold eyes.

"Do you think you have won?" Fredian's hatred was about to turn into tangible black air. "Lower River County and North Mound County are separated by Upper River County and Mound County. In front of you is Hotam County, and behind you is Longsand County. The church and the nobles will not allow you to usurp the throne of the city. You are just looking for death."

"Why do you have to tell me this?" Catherine squatted down and looked down at Fredian as if he were a puppy falling into the water.

More and more people poured in through the door, looking at the damn Speaker who helped the monastery pass laws and oppress the citizens.

"Fredien, your rule is over." Catherine stood up and said coldly, "From now on, Rapid City will be controlled by its true master."

"How ridiculous! Just wait. Once the church withdraws its hand, all of you in Qianhe Valley will die!"

"Lady Catherine." The blacksmith Petor limped over from a distance carrying the Crowbeak Hammer. He was covered in blood, but he felt no pain or fear at all.

"We have taken over fifteen of the seventeen blocks in Rapid City. Only a few hundred armored soldiers are left to hold out in blockhouses."

After the blacksmith, more messengers carrying feathers came running from all directions.

"Sir, Lord Carter has captured the armory."

"Ms. Catherine, the granary and the Holy See Bank have been captured, and those bankers and accountants are under our control."

"Sir, the monastery has been breached, and only the Knights Templar in the church are holding out."

"Catherine, you will regret this, you will regret this." Holt lay on his back, knowing that he had no way out, and he yelled through gritted teeth.

"You are the ones who should regret it." With two sarcastic laughs, Catherine stepped on Fredian's back, put the sword on his neck, and slashed it hard.

Blood spurted out, staining Catherine's cheeks red.

"Your time is over!"

(End of this chapter)