It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 863: The Netherlands is in chaos! Let Gretel show some sincerity (10,000 words update 3/3)
Chapter 863: The Netherlands is in chaos! Let Gretel show some sincerity (10,000 words update 3/3)
"There is a commotion in Flanders City."
"Yes, it finally started."
At the corner of the back wall of a dyeing and finishing workshop, the dyeing workshop master Avar Brisson was half-hidden in the shadows, whispering to Frank, the delivery boy who often ran to their workshop. Two pairs of bright eyes stared at the vast scene.
Angry people flow without blinking an eye.
"Finally, the trouble has started, and you can get away. Thank you for staying here for five years."
"Yeah...five years..."
Avar sighed softly. Of course his real name was not Avar Brisson, nor was he a dyer. In fact, he was a magician in the transmutation and alchemy branches.
Born as a commoner, he entered the Magic Academy from a general school. After graduating from the Magic Academy, he was unable to enter any mage tower in Nevis due to his qualifications. He was in his 30s, stuck at level 3, and could not advance even to death.
A magician of this age and level can live a comfortable life if he wants to live in a low-level magician tower in another place, or accept an appointment from a small nobleman, become a family minister, or something like that;
I want to apply for a job as a technical director in some workshops. Although my status is slightly lower, I can earn more money;
If I want to travel all over the country and sleep in the open air to take risks, I have a higher probability of advancing, but my arms and legs are old and I really can’t move...
In order to make progress and obtain resources, he accepted a task from the parliament and came to the city of Flanders incognito. As a professional who had opened a workshop but was forced to go bankrupt and was forced to flee, he quietly took root.
In a flash, five years passed.
"Remember to pack your things. Destroy all items that may expose your identity." The delivery boy who came to connect was also a member of the parliament. At this time, he lowered his voice and spoke softly and quickly:
"At 10 o'clock tonight, there will be someone at the door of [Perfume Rose] at No. 15 Rose Street. The secret code is 'a rose, half of it is inlaid with gold, and half of it is inlaid with silver.' Remember it!"
After saying that, he got on the back of a mule, waved his whip in the air, and turned around and left. He was very busy today! In such a big Flanders city, there are not just one or two places to notify people and observe!
He is a magician of the enchantment and control system. He is the branch of the enchantment and control system that specializes in group psychology. An opportunity like today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Aval stood in the corner for a while, watching the young man disappear into the crowd. He sighed softly and returned to the workshop. Before he could enter his room, the door opposite was pushed open with a creak, and the landlady's high-pitched voice called out.
Pour it in:
"Avar, you're back? What's for dinner tonight? Veal stew, or fish? I bought a big seabass!"
"Let's go for seabass. The boss's wife is always good at cooking fish." Avar forced a smile at him and walked to his room. There were footsteps behind him, and the boss's wife quickly caught up and lowered her voice:
"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy? You don't want to make trouble, do you? I'm telling you, don't go with those people to make trouble. We, a small family, can't afford to make trouble! This is because the gentlemen of the Vatican are not ruthless.
Hands, when the black knight pushes over, these people will all die!"
Avar took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and walked quickly into the room. He walked too quickly, and the corner of his clothes got caught on the wooden thorns of the door frame, causing a big hole. The boss's wife immediately said "Oops" from behind:
"Why are you so careless? Daisy! Daisy! Stop playing around there and mend Mr. Brisson's clothes!"
A little girl of six or seven years old ran out in response. She had a pincushion in one hand and a small basket with various rags in the other. She rushed in front of Avar, almost lost her footing and bumped into him:
"Sir, let me mend your clothes..."
"Go back. I'm busy with something. I'll call you when I'm done."
Aval waved without looking back. After packing his things for a while, he suddenly turned around and saw the little girl still standing there timidly. Aval sighed, took off his coat and threw it into her hand:
"Take it away, take it away, mend it slowly, I'm not in a hurry to wear it..."
He quickly packed his things, filled the small suitcase, and locked it tightly. While he was still packing his backpack, there was a sudden exclamation from outside, coming from far and near, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami:
"Black Knight! Black Knight!"
"Run away quickly, the black knight is out"
"Dad! Dad..."
The sound of exclamations, running sounds, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves coming from behind were all heard together. Avar's heart skipped a beat, and he closed the door and opened the back window without thinking.
However, he did not jump out of the window and escape. He turned back, threw out an [activated rope], and pulled himself up to the rafter. He held his breath and listened attentively:
"here!"
"There are people here too!"
"boom!"
The sound of the workshop door being kicked open.
Clang, clang, the sound of iron boots on the ground.
Screams, inquiries, begging...
Screams.
Avar held his breath, remained motionless, and quietly cast an invisibility spell on himself. Soon the door was kicked open, and the person looked around, opened the cabinet, lifted the bottom of the bed, and then stared at it and kept shaking.
rear window:
"Gone from there!"
"Chase!"
Avar huddled up on the rafter. It took a long time, until the whole dyeing house was completely silent, and until the sound of horse hooves and the sound of drawing knives disappeared, he climbed down the rafter and walked out carefully.
What you see are corpses one after another. They are lying upside down, lying on their stomachs, half of their bodies are immersed in the dye vat, one leg is straddling the door, and the other is straddling the door...
Tom the dyer, Roy the cloth-turner, Parker the bleacher, and George, who is only eight years old and has just entered the dyehouse as an apprentice...
The landlady who had been loudly asking him what he wanted for dinner had half-dried blood. She was lying at the door of the room with her arms wide open, as if she was trying her best to protect something.
Avar carefully turned over her body and saw Daisy's little body curled up in a ball. The little girl folded her arms and hugged his torn clothes tightly. The corners of the clothes were already stained with blood.
It was dyed red in a big area.
Avar stood silently in the dyeing workshop for a long time without saying a word. Until it was dark, he bent down and closed the eyes of the landlady, then picked up little Daisy and let the little girl lie on her side in her arms.
Finally, he unfolded the mended bloody clothes and gently covered the two of them.
"I will avenge you."
He whispered. Then, he returned to his room, opened his suitcase, picked out a few things, stuffed them into his backpack, picked them up and walked out quickly.
"It's impossible not to gather together!" Under the dim candlelight, Aval Dyeing Master and former third-level magician Brizon faced the carders, dyers, weavers and workshop owners who were surviving the disaster.
With an angry face, he raised his arms and shouted:
"In our dyeing shop, there was no one who made trouble from top to bottom, but they still killed everyone! From the proprietress to the boy, even the six- or seven-year-old little girl was spared!"
"We can only defeat them if we gather together! There are many of us! Yes, they are strong, they are knights, and they can kill a hundred people alone! But there are many of us! All of us gather together, the Governor and the Inquisition
No matter how many people there are, they can’t kill us all!”
"Textile workers, fishermen, farmers, everyone, gather together! Down with the Holy See! Demolish the church!"
"Down with the Holy See! Destroy the church!" An old, angry voice sounded from the crowd below:
"In that church, there are more than thirty tapestries dedicated to me. I am going to destroy them!"
"Destroy them!"
"Demolish the church!"
The angry fire burned in the crowd. It burned from Flanders to the Netherlands, and then from the Netherlands to Delft, Dortremed...
People walked out of their villages, out of their workshops, and onto the streets. Wave after wave, one after another, rushed towards all the churches and monasteries where they usually believed and worshiped.
"The Holy Knights are blocked and can't get through! The black knights of the Inquisition haven't been seen yet!"
"Sir, there are too many enemies in front of us! Our brothers are already tired, and two of our sabers have been cut off!"
"The magic is not enough!"
"The power of faith is no longer available! Those mobs, those mobs not only don't pray, they are cursing the Lord of Glory and raising weapons against our Lord!"
"Father Rand, you are a good man. Go away, we won't kill you."
"boom!"
For a whole month, uprisings led by citizens and rural poor swept across the Netherlands. A million people participated in the uprising, destroying (including suspected bombing) more than 5,000 churches.
They destroyed a large number of icons, holy bones and other sacred objects, as well as paintings, statues, etc. in the church. The Holy See's power in the Netherlands and the power of faith accumulated in the church suffered heavy losses.
Louis Foix, the new Governor of the Netherlands and the lover of the Queen Mother, fled back to the capital in panic. Without the support of magic, the Holy Knights and the Black Knights of the Inquisition, who fought alone, achieved certain results, but were still pushed back by the wave of anger.
go back.
For a time, the entire Netherlands was filled with the sound of killings and the smoke of war everywhere.
The letter of request for help from the Dutch nobles was once again delivered to the desk of the review committee.
"You want help? You want people or things? You want a powerful mage?"
Elize Usman, the member of the Evocation Department, glanced at the request for help, without comment, and passed it to the Prophecy Department next to her. The member of the Charm Control Department stretched out her head, scanned it down in ten lines, and asked casually:
"Have they sent out troops themselves?"
"... No troops were officially sent out. Of course, some people were sent to secretly participate. They used the explosives we gave them, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to destroy so many churches."
"Then we are required to send someone out now?" The member of the Change Department snorted in a bad mood.
During this wave of uprisings, the spies of the Parliament lost a lot of money. One of the transformation mage, in order to cover the escape of the poor, rushed into the black knights of the Inquisition and blew himself up.
Although he was just an inconspicuous third-level mage, he was still in a bad mood after receiving the report.
"They send troops, and we send people. They don't send the main force, but they expect us to send people and a large amount of supplies. Do they want us to fight for them?"
"The truth is right." As usual, the meeting was chaired by the magician of the protection department. He first affirmed the view of the change department, and then put forward a supplementary opinion:
"But since the fight has become like this, we still have to express our feelings. In this way, we can send out a batch of supplies to show that we still support them, and send a few low-level mages as observers."
"You can have this."
"That's true."
"By the way, I am very curious about the use of divine magic after the church was destroyed, especially after the people resisted the Holy See on a large scale."
The committee members nodded. The member of the Protection Department looked around:
"Does anyone have any additional comments?"
"I have." The review committee member of the Curse Department and Medical Branch calmly raised his hand:
"Don't we still have a project to cooperate on? Master Gret Nordmark is treating the son of Count Ostend? Ask him about the progress. If there are results, it can be regarded as a sign of sincerity."
"Whether it's the earl's son or the other children they sent..."
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