“For according to His goodness and good pleasure, the Father in heaven

After making us live in asceticism for a lifetime,

Our relatives can put us into the earth,

We are dust,

After death, it remains dust.

But the tyrants of Babylon regard us as dust in the embers,

The heat wave of tyranny envelopes us,

It makes it impossible for us to obtain salvation and rest.

Brothers and sisters below me, have you ever been willing to accept such treatment!"

Beside the abandoned pool in the slum, a mad monk holding a Bible high and shouting was making announcements to the passing residents. Unlike the past, which ignored him, the poor citizens, the disabled and the homeless had already been overwhelmed by hunger panic.

Everyone gathered around to stop and listen.

The looting of the city has intensified in the past few days, and the anger of countless people has already reached the threshold. At this time, no matter what words are said, it is enough to ignite the fire of karma in people's hearts.

When Sergius's heartfelt questions fell on the ears of the people in the slums, their faces, which were originally like zombies, finally glowed with the brilliance of living people, but it was the light of anger.

"We've had enough! We want bread!"

Who among the crowd shouted loudly first, and then the roaring crowd started to stir and join in.

Looking at the people with beams in their eyes, Brother Sergius continued:

"My brothers and sisters,

Just asking us to get justice, truth, insight, justice,

Let tyrants and sycophants be punished.

But the greed of carnivores thinks they can make us surrender with the sword,

But how can we bear to bear witness with our own blood?

Then they will know your blood and mine,

It will be a hundred times stronger than the wine of God’s wrath, and more desperate than the torture of fire and brimstone!”

There is no magic in Sergius's words, which cannot be expressed in ordinary notices. Even the rudest butcher on this street can feel it. Brother Sergius is like a ball of sparks. When his

The sound fell on the crowd, and the angry and desperate poor people burned everything like Greek fire.

At this moment, chaos had become a foregone conclusion in the entire lower city of Agrinion, and at this moment, behind the people gathered by the smelly pool, a burst of commotion suddenly came.

When people walked past, they saw a gorgeous team slowly approaching surrounded by ceremonial guards. What appeared in people's field of vision were priests and soldiers dressed neatly. They stepped into the dirty and barbaric lower city.

, every distinguished person covered his mouth and nose. Although he was very disgusted, as the Patriarch of Agrinion, the old Priest Polyoctus still obeyed the order of His Highness Romanus Ducas.

He arrived at the place he least expected - the lower city filled with poverty, sin and filthy heresy.

Polyoctus had already objected to Romanus before, and as expected, as soon as they entered the smelly lower city, they saw that the heresy was deceiving people.

"It's you again, you deceiver lunatic!" Polyoctus recognized Brother Sergius who was making an announcement at a glance. He happened to be interrupted by this lunatic when he was plotting to participate in the coup in the church.

, he originally asked the soldiers to take him down and deal with him, but he didn't expect that this guy escaped and continued to cause trouble here.

Feeling that his dignity was offended, Mu Shou immediately signaled to the guards around him to step forward, drag the crazy monk down and execute him, but as soon as the soldiers took a step forward, they immediately felt unkind looks from all around.

As long as they dare to act rashly, the people in the slums will tear them into pieces.

But this male leader didn't have any self-awareness at all. He still thought that as the leader of a city, he couldn't do anything to a heretical monk.

"What are you still doing? Let these idiots blocking the way get out of my way." The angry male head screamed.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire slum suddenly changed. The originally arrogant deacon's honor guard instantly felt the pressure of the threat and subconsciously raised their spears. In front of the spears were dirty and unkempt people using their weapons.

His hateful eyes stared gloomily at the glamorous people in front of him.

Why can these people be well fed and clothed? Are we and them two different species?

This is the roar from the heart of every hungry people, and they don’t even need Sergius to guide their anger. The mad monk looked coldly at the dean wearing a gorgeous crown, with disdainful pity in his eyes

, and I don’t know when more people from the slums came to the Priest Polyoctus through the muddy streets. It was only then that the male head, who had just woken up from a dream, realized that he was surrounded by ragged and hungry people.

Surrounded by the sea, it is about to be swallowed up by a gloomy and depressing rage.

Now the outbreak only needs a breakthrough, and Agrinion itself has been broken into a sieve. I don't know if it was the horse under his crotch or himself that was a little shaken, but he retreated after being so arrogant.

He took two steps to return to the crowd of guards, which gave him a sense of security. But at this time, a wailing woman squeezed through the crowd and rushed to the front of the male head. All the soldiers retreated, and no one

How dare you stop this thin woman, because she is holding a rotting, smelly, and weird baby body in her arms. She is swollen and has obviously not eaten for several days, and her baby has long been unable to receive milk.

Leave this cruel world first. Apart from wailing, this woman said nothing, but this was enough to ignite dissatisfaction in the slums.

"The usurper!" screamed, "the usurper who betrayed Agrinion!" People pointed their fingers at Polyoctus and the guards around him. The poor people had no weapons, so stones and dirt were thrown at them like raindrops.

."Shameless betrayer! Dirty! Blasphemy!"

Caught off guard, Priest Polyoctus, who was wearing the most conspicuous attire, was hit by unknown feces thrown at him, leaving his head covered with filth.

"Who threw it?" The old patriarch was frightened and screamed, then roared angrily, "Catch them! Arrest these thugs."

But what he responded to was the roar of angry citizens, "You are the one who should be arrested and thrown into jail, old dog!"

Crowds surged in the slums, fearlessly squeezing toward the spear poles. The church guards struggled to maintain their defense line, with rocks, feces and all kinds of dirt pounding against their shiny shields.

"Give us something to eat! Where is our bread!"

"You have swallowed the bread that Your Highness gave us, spit it out for us, you bastards!"

In an instant, thousands of voices came and went. People didn't care about imperial princes or Romans or Latins. They just needed a piece of bread that could save them, even if it was mostly mixed with sawdust.

The pressure got tighter and tighter. I don't know who was the first to take the lead. The nervous nobles were so frightened by the selective and devouring eyes that they kicked their spurs and shouted: "Go back to the city and get out of this hellish place. Quickly." As long as there is one person.

Take the lead and others will follow. Those who are in a hurry are like nobles and refugees.

"I am the Patriarch, get out of the way and let me go first!"

Patriarch Polyoctus was not as calm as before at this moment. He was riding in circles anxiously, watching countless hands crossing the defense line of the church guards and grabbing him. The yelling Patriarch forced the crowd away, like Moses.

Part the sea.

The rest of the people followed the Patriarch's horse closely, and the church's ceremonial guard, which had just come in a swaggering manner, was now in a state of confusion. As Polyoctus galloped on his horse, a medium-sized stone flew past his scalp and hit him.

His filthy crown was crooked. But the patriarch did not dare to ask anyone to pick it up, because three guards had already been squeezed down by the surging crowd. So many people stepped on their bodies, even if they were fully armed, they would be shattered to pieces. With a sound,

A scream came from behind. Polyoctus's face turned pale and he just ran forward wildly. The white-headed horse he sat down was galloping like a white shadow.

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The riot in the lower town that lasted for a whole day did not subside until the evening. This was not because the anger of the people in the slums subsided, but because at the end of the riot, Romanus Ducas mobilized the army to impose martial law in the name of the prince's son and promised

Distribute free rations.

After receiving such a promise of a blank check, the poor people who had killed others to vent their anger retreated, and the crazy turmoil in the lower city finally came to an end.

"It seems that the situation is very good, Your Highness the Princess." Seeing everything that happened today, Dr. Dmitri's confidence doubled. In addition, he learned from the rumors outside the city that the rebellion in Thessaly had been suppressed, and he expressed his gratitude to Agha.

The countdown to the end of the Rignon rebels has begun.

Sitting in front of him was Princess Agelina, the widow of the late Prince Agrinion. After the incident at the Bloody Temple, she took her young daughter Irina Ducasse to hide in the Lower City. Doctor Demeter

In the couple's home, Princess Ajilina's injuries have been mostly healed these days, but the lack of food makes her very weak. In order to avoid being discovered, she and her daughter are now wearing poor people's clothes.

Coarse clothes.

After learning the news that happened today, Princess Agelina was not as happy as Dr. Dmitry. After all, the casualties were all the people of Agrinion. She could only watch her husband's business step by step during his lifetime.

Toward destruction.

The daughter Irina beside her was still in shock at this time, because she was also present when the turmoil broke out. The angry people completely tore apart her past impression - a symbol of the brave knight suppressing the people, and he was dragged down by countless people.

The war horse was impaled from head to toe with broken glass and branches until the screams stopped.

The monk beside the dean who had no time to escape was lying naked in the gutter, with his head opened by a stone.

The crown of Priest Polyoctus was trampled to pieces, and nine church guards and monks were killed. When the church people carried it away, the people who could not vent their anger turned their heads to attack each other and rob each other, which gave Irene

Na's young mind was left with a huge shock - human nature can be so ugly! If Dr. Dmitri's wife Zoe hadn't pulled her back in time, she might have been sucked in and torn to pieces in an instant.

Until now, Irina is still in a state of despair.

Princess Agelina also noticed her daughter's abnormality and said calmly: "You must be extremely scared of what happened today!"

"Mother……"

"I understand how you feel, but this is reality. People can never stay rational. So the monarch is acting as a shepherd at this time. If you let it go, everyone will be destroyed. Agrinion, someone must come

Guard. In the past, this responsibility was shouldered by your father, and we also counted on your brother. But now, all hopes will fall on you." Princess Ajilina looked at her daughter and said nothing.

She had pampered her in the past, because she knew that the child in front of her had to be strong, because the blood of Theodor Dukas was flowing in her body.

And Irina nodded as she listened to her mother's words and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes... As the only daughter of Prince Agrinion, this is both her luck and her misfortune. If she continues to be weak, sooner or later...
To be continued...