When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 813 - 764: Leia People, Evil!

The green-painted postal boat docked at the small fishing harbor, dropped a thick stack of public announcements, and quickly continued its journey.

The courier in a raincoat picked up the announcements, mounted his fast horse, and delivered the notices and pamphlets to the mailboxes at the entrances of various Hundred Households Districts and villages.

Unlike civilian letters, these announcements from the top level of the Advisory Council and ry Court Barracks have the highest priority.

The mailboxes, nailed together with boards, are checked daily by someone dispatched by the Hundred Households Captain or Town Mayor.

Iron Gate Town is no exception.

As a gateway to the Thousand River Valley, the town was once a mandatory stop for trading ships, with wool, ceramics, grain...

Ships often rested here, but since the Thousand River Valley became independent, the Nao'an River has quieted down significantly.

After several wars, the population of the town has dwindled considerably.

But there are still two to three thousand permanent residents, making it one of the larger towns in Hotam County.

The monk responsible for ringing the bell yawned, took the key from around his neck, and inserted it into the mailbox lock.

The rusty lock made an unpleasant noise.

Seeing the announcements tied with twine in the mailbox, the monk was clearly taken aback.

Today's announcements are much thicker than usual.

Casually pulling out one sheet, the monk focused his gaze, and his hand holding the announcement instantly clenched.

"Mayor, Mayor West!"

...

In the morning.

The townspeople had barely walked a few steps outside before seeing a crowd gathering at the Town Hall.

Outside the hall, a large notice board with a rain cover was being pasted with notices and posters by two junior officials carrying glue buckets.

On the vivid red woodcut print, a bald demon under the Lanfeng flag was depicted digging at a dam with a hoe.

Another image showed a flood sweeping in.

Even if they couldn't understand the text of the notices, just the images made the townspeople tremble.

An elegantly dressed notary stepped forward and read aloud with his clear and resonant voice.

As the content of the notice reached everyone's ears, their expressions changed.

"The Duke of Wing Nest dug up the dam? The flood is coming again?"

"They need to recruit laborers to build flood defenses and dikes, also sending people to Lower Reif County!"

"Oh my god, tonight, men aged sixteen to fifty, every ten people form a group to draw lots at the Town Hall!"

"Oh damn, those Leia people are so evil!"

The crowd in front of the notice board grew, blocking the road.

They still refused to disperse, instead staying to discuss.

The order to recruit laborers could be approved with one casual signature by the County Governor.

For ordinary civilians, it's like being skinned.

With autumn approaching and the farm work to be done, the sky would fall for families without men or only one male member.

Just a few days of good life have passed.

The Duke of Wing Nest dug up the dam, the Autocratic Duke failed horribly in handling bonds, and the madmen from the Holy Path keep preaching daily.

Recalling the previous rumors that Moliat was the Duke's adopted daughter, unfit for election as Monarch.

After years of stability, trouble is looming again.

The junior officials finished pasting the announcements, then read them aloud again in a mumbling voice, followed by a shout: "Remember to come in groups of ten to the Town Hall tonight, don't force me to come and invite you, if you don't show up, you're automatically marked as a laborer."

A group of ten means ten nearby household men forming a group.

The draw is random from these ten people, not one or two hundred from a thousand.

Thus, these ten people must supervise each other; if one runs away, the probability of the remaining ones being chosen increases significantly.

Two junior officials left through the crowd, one returning to the Town Hall, the other claiming to have a stomachache, quickly entered a residence.

He turned back to make sure no one was watching before entering the yard.

The yard was surrounded by a chest-high fence, overgrown with weeds inside.

Iron Gate Town had been "occupied" by the Saint Sun's Army, causing significant damage.

Even today, there are still many empty houses in the town.

Inside today's vacant house, there were two people.

The mud-brick and wooden-frame house was dimly lit, with only a few strands of light leaking in through the gaps in the eaves and roof.

A middle-aged monk and a masked man sat side by side behind the light.

The "ascetic" monk Batis smiled as he saw the junior official enter, and asked, "How is Mayor West considering?"

"He still refuses, Mayor West is too suspicious, inserting a stranger beside him is really too difficult." The junior official laughed bitterly, "I've worked under him for nearly ten years, and he barely trusts me."

"That stubborn old thing." The masked man's voice was very familiar to the junior official, but he dared not guess.

Batis pulled out a gold sovereign and tossed it to the junior official: "A reward for you, be careful when spending it."

"Understood, understood." The junior official's eyes squinted with joy.

"In the coming days, spread the word about 'Moliat being dead,' and 'Moliat not being a noble,' don't forget."

"Definitely not."

The junior official left the house gleefully.

Several pale-faced men emerged from the shadows, standing behind the door.

These were the only Shadowless Men left by the Church in the Thousand River Valley.

"It seems Iron Gate Town offers no hope." The masked man pulled off the black cloth from his face, revealing a face Horn was still familiar with.

Count Sanboli actually came all the way to this small Iron Gate Town. If anyone saw him, they would be shocked.

"What about those fortresses?"

"They're no good either." Sanboli admitted defeat, "Moliat somehow found these old stubborn ones, each one is tough to deal with."

Batis remained silent. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

As long as Moliat's noble identity remains, the Mountain Knights in her base will be hard to betray.

He knew this, but didn't expect every key person to be so loyal.

Does Moliat really have such sharp judgment? Is everyone utterly faithful?

"It's okay, when the debt crisis explodes, combined with the evidence of Moliat's identity, even the firmest will waver." Batis said, pushing a letter in front of Sanboli.

"What's this?"

"A letter to King Jinijis."

Sanboli's breath hitched.

"You can open it and see." Batis smiled, "The evaluation of you is absolutely fair, though it's hard to send out."

After Moliat lost contact, Herman imposed letter control within the Advisory Council.

All outgoing letters are subject to mandatory inspection.

Batis could send it through unofficial channels but insisted on Sanboli's help.

In the end, it's co-crime, sharing the risk.

Sanboli's gaze swept over the praise on the letter for him.

But he also saw the detailed investigation of road geography and military-economic distribution in the Thousand River Valley.

"This letter…" Gritting his teeth, Sanboli stuffed it back into the envelope, "Please give it to me."

"I await your good news." Batis smiled, stood up, and put on his hood again, "In addition, to inform you, I will soon be in contact with the Mountain Faction nobles."

"Now? We're not sure if Moliat is really dead yet." Sanboli stood up brusquely, "If she finds out, it might all be exposed."

"Hahaha." Batis's meaning grew faint as his face was hidden in the shadows, "Not too early, not too late, just right."