Vol 2 Chapter 887: Popular anger

Announcement area, square in the city of Mania.
　　
　　 In front of the deserted bulletin board on weekdays, it was crowded at this moment.
　　
　　 However, their expressions were helpless, dissatisfied, or angry.
　　
　　 "What? Taxing again? Isn't it time to collect tax this year? When will it be advanced?"
　　
　　 Looking at the parchment just posted on the bulletin board, a citizen who looked a little hunched could not help asking.
　　
　　 His expression is very dissatisfied.
　　
　　 "Man, see clearly, this is a jihadist tax and a poll tax. Everyone has to pay it."
　　
　　 Someone reminded him with a complicated face.
　　
　　 "The jihadist tax? But hasn't it been paid before? Why do you need to collect it again now?"
　　
　　 The person who asked the question was a little confused.
　　
　　 "Hey, that's the previous one. After so many defeats in the Jihad, they were all defeated by the noble lords. Of course they have to take it again..."
　　
　　 Someone shook his head with a sneer on his face.
　　
"Are you crazy?! One person pays fifty silver coins and gold pounds? Our family's income is only 5 gold pounds a year! I have three children and a sick mother. Doesn't this mean that our family should pay 3 gold pounds?! There is only 2 gold pounds left, how to live in a year?!"
　　
　　 The citizens were ridiculous and shocked. They didn't seem to expect that the first edict issued by the new queen after the coronation was such an order.
　　
　　 "More than... If there are men of the right age in the family, they must also be called up to join the jihadist coalition army, otherwise... you will have to pay another 3 gold pounds as a tax exemption..."
　　
　　 Someone shook his head and let out a long sigh.
　　
　　 "3 gold pounds? Why not grab it?"
　　
"Crazy! Crazy! The nobles are crazy! Her Majesty is also crazy! My brother has been killed in the South in the battle, and now we have to force our family to participate in the recruitment?! Our family is left with me as a labor force. Up!"
　　
　　 Some citizens said in disbelief.
　　
　　 "I heard that it was a decree personally approved by your majesty. If you refuse to participate in the recruitment and do not pay the exemption tax, you will be imposed a huge fine..."
　　
　　 "Isn't it said that Your Majesty Teresa is a kind and beautiful Majesty? How could it...how could it be so tyrannical?!"
　　
　　 "Hey, do you really believe in the propaganda of the church and the nobles? Nobles and royals, there is no good thing!"
　　
　　 "Absurd! This is really absurd! Your majesty was so tyrannical just after he was crowned, how will we live in the future?! The nobility is corrupt, the church is incompetent, can this world still make people live?"
　　
"Shhh ... keep it down ... Now the whole city is in the hunt for followers of life, and then complain, carefully guard you as a different city
　　
　　 Cultists get caught! "
　　
　　 "Can't you even complain? Is this going to force people to die? The nobles are so rich and have so many private soldiers, why not let them contribute money and work?!"
　　
　　 "They are lofty noble lords, except their lord, who dares to collect taxes from them... Besides, every time tax is received on them, it will not fall on us in the end..."
　　
　　 "Yes... nominally everyone collects it together, but in the end all the taxes of the nobles are returned, but all of our taxes went into the pockets of them and the lord."
　　
　　 "Huh, there's the royal family! The royal family's pocket! I heard that the emperor's dinner alone is worth hundreds of gold pounds!"
　　
"Bah! Shit! The Tres family is shit! The nobles are shit! The Eternal Church is also shit! I think the Church of Life is right. They, bastards, should be swept into the garbage dump of history. People overthrew!"
　　
"Are you crazy?! Dare to say such things? Such crazy words will be captured by the city guards in Dororia Castle Prison! Don't think of it if you go in that kind of ghost place! It's not closed at the end. When you die of illness, you are burned to death by fire!"
　　
　　 "How's that? It's a death anyway, it's better to die a little more vigorously!"
　　
　　 The crowds onlookers are excited.
　　
　　 If it weren't because the bulletin board was protected by a magical barrier, ordinary people could not destroy it, and there were soldiers staring at it in the distance, otherwise, I am afraid that it would have been cut by the people at this time.
　　
　　 With the word of mouth of the announcement, more and more people know about it, and more and more people are dissatisfied.
　　
　　 It is not just the city of Mania. As the new announcement spread throughout the empire, the people of the empire everywhere fell into strong dissatisfaction.
　　
　　 In some cities with greater influence of the Life Church, there have even been incidents of angry people attacking the nobles and the lord’s residences, smashing and venting...
　　
"Mob! These hateful mobs! When is the time, they are still in riots! Your Majesty, these mobs must be given the harshest suppression, otherwise, it will only make more speculators eager to move! Especially those infidels of the Church of Life They are best at stupid civilians!"
　　
　　 In the aristocratic council, watching the riots reported by the local area, one of the ministers of the regency cabinet, who has not left since returning to the imperial capital, said angrily.
　　
　　 And around him, other nobles also condemned and expressed their support for him.
　　
　　 "Hmph, only 50 silver coins per person, even the poorest afternoon tea is enough, these untouchables just don't want to pay!"
　　
　　 "I have the strength to attack the noble mansion, but I am unwilling to accept the call. I am still too idle and too lazy!"
　　
　　 "After all, they are ordinary people who have no need to have an extraordinary education. They don't know that they can have such a stable life today. It is our silent work behind the scenes to support the prosperity of the human world!"
　　
　　 "Your Majesty! Must be punished! Those arrested participants in the riot must be severely punished!"
　　
　　 "There are also people who vent their dissatisfaction everywhere in Mannia! They are also a potential threat, and they must be arrested too!"
　　
　　 The nobles are full of righteous indignation.
　　
　　 But Teresa, who is already the queen, wears a crown and holds a scepter, sitting on the throne sternly, seeming a bit at a loss.
　　
"Your Majesty! Please make a resolution as soon as possible! The pressure of the war is increasing. We must raise enough funds and troops as soon as possible to counterattack back! Otherwise, the infidels may have to invade the remaining land of our empire! "
　　
　　 The representative of the Electoral Family of Borencia stood up and said solemnly.
　　
　　 "Your Majesty! Please give your order to severely punish these riot participants!"
　　
　　 Other nobles also agreed.
　　
　　 was shouted in unison by hundreds of nobles, Teresa II clenched her fists, her fingertips a little white.
　　
　　 Her expression was dazed and nervous, her mouth was tightly pursed, and she couldn't help asking:
　　
　　 "Guests... Is this... really beneficial to our victory in the war?"
　　
"Of course! Although it will be cruel, it is indeed the fastest way to accumulate strength! Your Majesty, holy war is the only way to live and die. In order to survive, we must be the winner! And the victor will naturally get everything and what we have given. , Will be regained in the loot!"
　　
　　 the representative of the Borencia family said passionately.
　　
　　 Teresa II's expression is still a bit hesitant.
　　
　　 She glanced at the agitated nobles a little timidly, and asked a little nervously:
　　
　　 "Then...what can the civilians get from the war?"
　　
　　 The nobles were taken aback.
　　
　　 "Peace, peace and tranquility..."
　　
　　An old voice answered the queen's question.
　　 is the Duke of Corrence.
　　
　　 He smiled slightly and said solemnly:
　　
　　 "Your Majesty, when the war is won, we naturally have peace, and civilians no longer need to participate in the call-up. They can take the spoils obtained in the war home and live happily..."
　　
　　 Theresa II was silent.
　　
　　 She thought for a while, and couldn't help turning her head and looking at the three church electors who had not spoken on the other side, especially the Archbishop Winster who was the first minister of regent:
　　
　　 "Your Excellency, do you... what do you think?"
　　
　　As soon as these words came out, all the nobles' eyes rested on Bishop Winster.
　　
　　 There were sneers, arrogance, disdain, and warning in those eyes.
　　
　　 Feeling the various sights, Bishop Winster shook his head slightly in his heart.
　　
　　 He took a deep breath and sighed:
　　
　　 "Your Majesty, this war...the empire can no longer stop."
　　
　　 "That's it..."
　　
　　 Teresa nodded seemingly understanding.
　　
　　 pondered for a moment, she tried to sit up straight, and said to the nobles:
　　
　　 "In this case, let's follow what the princes said! I hope this war can end as soon as possible, and I hope everyone can live a happy life!"
　　
　　 "I would like to do your will, the sun of the empire, the great queen!"
　　
　　 The nobles saluted happily.
　　
　　 After the meeting ended and the nobles left one after another, Teresa II was relieved.
　　
　　 Her back is already wet with a layer of nervous sweat.
　　
I saw that she took off the heavy crown on her head impatiently, and then she seemed to remember something, and then she hesitated and put it on again seriously, then turned around and looked at the only remaining Regent, Wen Bishop of St:
　　
　　 "Your Excellency, you said... When will the war end?"
　　
　　 Bishop Winster was taken aback.
　　
　　 He drooped his eyelids and smiled:
　　
　　 "Yes, your majesty, the war will end sooner or later."
　　
　　 Teresa II seemed to be dissatisfied with this slightly cunning answer.
　　
　　 She frowned her good-looking eyebrows, but soon no longer tangled, she stroked the scepter in her hand and murmured:
　　
　　 "I will work hard...I will work hard to become a queen who makes my people happy..."
　　
　　 "I will work hard, I will study hard!"
　　
　　 she said firmly.
　　
　　 Listening to the words of the young queen, Bishop Winster's eyes were a little complicated.
　　
　　 He lowered his head slightly, concealing the trace of guilt in the depths of his eyes.
　　
　　...
　　
at the same time.
　　
　　The west leads to the east, in a solemn noble castle.
　　
　　 Demacia sits on the throne of the city lord, playing with the exquisite trophies that have just been captured, while sliding watching various continental intelligence in the game system.
　　
　　 It was summarized by players scattered across the mainland. Since the war, the players of the whole server have been doing it spontaneously, many of which are provided by the Amway Chamber of Commerce.
　　
　　 It is precisely because of this that, although the tie soldiers have been fighting guerrillas in the west for some time, Demacia is well aware of many issues that have occurred on the mainland.
　　
　　 "Hey... the Queen of the Holy Manian Empire has died. The new emperor is a little girl less than fifteen years old. She just took office and issued a series of taxation and conscription laws. The civilians of the empire are really miserable."
　　
　　 Not far away, several other natural heart players also looked at the "news" of the Segus continent and shook their heads slightly.
　　
　　 Demacia's movements paused slightly.
　　
　　 I saw him put away the gorgeous noble jewelry in his hand, pondered for a moment, and got up from his seat.
　　
　　 "Jasmine, where are you? Come over and help me take the group."
　　
　　 he sent a message in the friend column.
　　
　　 After a while, a Valkyrie player in a gorgeous armor pushed open the gate of the castle.
　　
　　 She frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled:
　　
　　 "Dema, don't you bring it? Are you going offline?"
　　
"Do not."
　　
　　 Demacia shook her head.
　　
　　 While packing his equipment, he said:
　　
　　 "I plan to go to Mania, something to do."
　　
　　 "Mannia? Now? What are you doing there now?"
　　
　　 Under the moon, Jasmine frowned, very puzzled.
　　
　　 De Marcia smiled slightly:
　　
　　 "To fulfill a friend's wish, to fulfill a promise of mine."
　　
　　 After speaking, he walked out of the castle.
　　
　　 came outside the castle, he whistled.
　　
　　 After a while, a two-footed dragon flew in front of him.
　　
　　 Demacia did not hesitate, turned over and stepped on the back of the dragon, the two-footed dragon flew high and flew to the east...
　　
　　...
　　
　　 Not many players noticed Demacia's departure.
　　
　　 After Demacia left the western region, the will of Teresa II was sent to all parts of the empire.
　　
　　 With the new will issued from the Holy Mannia Palace, the imperial nobles justified their cruel suppression and hunting of the insurgents.
　　
　　 For a while, the people who had fallen into anger and resisted because of the new tax and conscription laws were easily suppressed.
　　
　　 There is no way, ordinary and unorganized people have limited power after all.
　　
　　 Facing the nobles with extraordinary powers, they are weak and like children. UU reading www.uganshu.com
　　
　　Even if these nobles suffered a great loss of strength due to the jihad, they still remain in the aftermath.
　　
　　 It’s just that during the execution of the suppression, not many nobles noticed that the guards sent by their own to suppress the suppression did not seem to be as passionate about the suppression as usual.
　　
　　 The guards are also human.
　　
　　 Many of the professionals who became guards were just civilians.
　　
　　 In the face of such strict laws, even the guards serving for the nobles are not as supportive as they seem to be.
　　
　　 However, this calm did not last long.
　　
　　 With the formal implementation of the law, as the frequency of hunting down rioters and rebels has increased, the backlog of people’s dissatisfaction has become more and more intense...
　　
　　 A very subtle and full of gunpowder-like atmosphere began to spread in the city of Mania and the cities of the empire.
　　
　　 At the same time, in the underground of the imperial cities, where the nobles and priests were hard to see, the preaching of the Church of Life began to develop at a more rapid rate.
　　
　　 This naturally aroused stronger repression of the nobility and the church, but the stronger repression brought a stronger will to resist.
　　
　　 And this kind of rebellious will, after all, with the passage of time, as the nobles and churches suppressed time and time again, it reached the critical point of the outbreak...