Chapter 856 Peter the Dwarf

“Advisory Council Bulletin: Rumors Refuted.”

“Recently, there have been rumors that King Leia is preparing to negotiate peace with the people of the Thousand River Valley, to enfeoff the Thousand River Valley to a new noble, the Grand Duke of the Thousand River Valley, and to allow self-government.”

“Why didn’t they negotiate peace when Grand Duke Meliati was here?”

“So this is a trick used by the Leia people to divide the Thousand River Valley. Please understand and don’t be misled.”

“April 1449, 5.”

The primary school teacher in Damajou Town recited haltingly, while the villagers and townspeople behind him were still discussing loudly.

Fortunately, this notice did not use any advanced vocabulary or grammar, otherwise no one would be able to understand it even if an elementary school teacher read it.

“The Leia people are scared after being beaten? Do you want to negotiate peace?”

“Didn’t I say it was a rumor?”

“You believe it when it’s just a rumor? What if the Order is lying? Anyway, we don’t know what King Leia said.”

“At least King Leia didn’t forbid us to drink.”

“Aren’t you afraid that your son will be used to make wine?”

“That’s the bastard Archbishop of Feiliu Castle. What does it have to do with Pope Guan and King Leia?”

“So was Constance held accountable by the Pope? Is there an explanation?”

“Uh……”

Big Stable Town is a small town in Walnut Creek Township. Unlike those newly built towns, it has a history of nearly a hundred years.

This was originally a land desolate due to war. Finally, immigrants from Leia – Leia knights with dozens of servants built the town from scratch.

When the Thousand Valley people’s kingdom was destroyed, they also introduced excellent productivity from Leia.

For example, the brewing industry in the town of Big Stable.

Although it is called a small town, it is quite large, with a population of nearly a thousand, and it also has a brewing industry for its livelihood, so it is quite wealthy.

Unlike those new towns in the Holy League that consisted of only a crossroad, the residents of Big Stable had their own opinions.

Although the mixed-race people don’t have much Leia blood left, they still consider themselves Leia people.

They have always been selective in believing the announcements from the Advisory Council.

As for why this characteristic exists, the mayor deserves credit.

As the townspeople were talking, they saw several strong men push through the crowd and let in the short and sturdy mayor “Dwarf” Peter with a big beard.

“Good afternoon, Mayor Peter.”

“Mayor, you are well, may the Holy Father bless you.”

No one dared to call Peter “Dwarf” in person.

Coming to the bulletin board, Peter pretended to read it once before turning around and saying, “Okay, okay…”

Seeing that the crowd was still making noise, he stomped his iron-toed boots hard, and several strong men shouted, “Quiet, all of you, be quiet.”

The strong men walked into the crowd and slapped the people who were shouting loudly twice, and the crowd finally quieted down.

Twisting his thick black beard, the dwarf Peter looked thoughtful and said, “In principle, there will be no problem with this notice.

But that was during the time of the Grand Duchess. The Grand Duchess was a noblewoman of high moral character and naturally would not lie casually.

But now, who are the people in the Advisory Council? They are all profiteers, vagrants, and peasants!

You said the Leia people’s peace talks were fake, but the King of Leia sent the peace letters everywhere, so how could it be fake?
Besides, since the Holy Alliance has a clear conscience, why doesn’t it send a copy of the Leia people’s peace agreement to each town?”

Peter’s voice was particularly clear in the silence: “The Saint’s grandson said that the Saint’s daughter would not collect grain when she came. How come there is only bran left in my barn?”

The townspeople immediately began to chatter like sparrows.

Although Peter is usually annoying, he is more familiar than the “Pope” who recruits many people.

It is said that this “Pope” sleeps in broad daylight with witches disguised as “saints” every day.

Even if someone was dissatisfied with Peter’s words at this moment, they did not dare to refute.

Peter knocked on the notice board with his hand and said with disdain: “So, that’s enough, do you know what you are afraid of?

The Holy Grandson is the wartime Pope. What will happen if this war never ends?

In the final analysis, we still have to unite, not letting the Leia people take advantage, and not being deceived by some people with ulterior motives!”

Peter seemed to say nothing, but it seemed as if he said everything.

The townspeople who pretended to know everything pulled other townspeople away while explaining in a low voice. What about the Holy Grandson being a fake? The Holy Grandson was driving away Grand Duke Meliati in a coup…

What’s more, the Holy Sun had clearly attacked Xia Lucheng before but then retreated. It’s obvious that he didn’t want the war to end…

When someone asked why they didn’t want to, those knowledgeable people would slap their thighs and say, “This way, he can always be the Pope. The Thousand River Valley must have a Grand Duke to count.”

Looking at the leaving crowd, the dwarf Peter turned his head and suddenly sneezed at the notice board.

Looking at the notice that was sticky with snot and saliva, Peter rubbed his nose nonchalantly: “Well, sorry for sneezing, I’ll take this off first and get another one later.”

The burly servants immediately rushed forward and tore down the notice on the notice board.

The townspeople who arrived late could only scratch their heads and ponder over the booger on the notice board.

As for Peter, he waved his hands triumphantly, jumped on his horse, and walked towards the Big Stable Town Hall.

In the land of Thousand Valleys, there are two kinds of settlements, or two kinds of colonists.

One type is priests and monks, who used churches and monasteries as the center to cultivate foreign land and recruit immigrants.

One type is the knights, who expanded their territory with castles and mansions.

Of course, a town centered on a church will be guarded by a Baron Knight, and there will also be churches and monasteries within the Baron Knight’s territory.

It’s just that the former has a higher priest status, while the latter has a higher noble status.

During the Thousand Valleys War, Horn and Meliati teamed up to clear out most of the priest territories, either overtly or covertly.

These territories were either taken over and transformed by the Thousand River Valley Holy Alliance, or fell into the hands of local nobles.

Many scholars outside define the Thousand Valley War as a situation in which nobles and commoners joined forces to drive out the church and divide up the church’s assets.

After the Bloodless Night, the nobles who had gathered in the city returned to the countryside.

However, the nobles’ mansions in the town were turned into town halls, and the castles outside the city were too gloomy.

Therefore, many nobles either built new houses or lived in villas in the hunting grounds.

The Big Stable Town Hall was once the knights’ residence in the town, and stands opposite the church at one end of the town.

Since it is a knight’s residence, it naturally has a deep courtyard and high walls, as well as a three-story watchtower and a wooden arrow tower.

When the militia on the arrow tower saw Peter coming, they immediately blew the whistle and asked someone to open the gate.

Peter got off his horse at the door, washed his face with clean water, and put away his previous arrogant look.

He bent his waist like a eunuch in the royal court, lowered his head and followed the servants to the top floor of the tower.

The top floor of this town hall should have been where the mayor rested and worked.

At this moment, sitting on the soft velvet chair was a man in a silk robe. He was tall, almost as tall as two Peters.

“coming?”

Peter didn’t dare to look up: “Lord Van der Veen, I tore up the notice from the crazy pope of the Holy League.”

“That’s great.” The nobleman named Van der Veen shook the copper cup and drank the red wine in it. “I asked you to win over those crusaders. Did you succeed?”

“It worked. The few nearby Skitarii had never seen money before. I just bribed them and won them over.”

“That’s even better.” Van der Veen looked at Peter and walked forward to help him up, “You’re good. There are too few loyal people under the tyranny of that crazy pope.

In the future, if the Thousand River Valley is successfully restored, with your son’s breathing method, I will be able to make him a knight!”

“Thank you, sir.” Peter was so overjoyed that he completely forgot that his son could only learn the breathing technique because he had to practice in the Skitarii. “If you have any other instructions, I promise to do it properly!”

“That’s all. More haste, less speed. Get out of here.” Van der Veen, who had just been supporting Peter enthusiastically, suddenly changed his expression.

Peter was not annoyed, but obediently stepped back and left the room.

Van der Veen, however, stood at the window, looking at the town in front of him.

He had originally sided with Horn and Meliati because he was afraid of revenge from the Leia.

He even recognized Horn as a common farmer and his religious leader.

But the friendly attitude towards each other was met with alienation.

If others can’t see clearly, can he not see clearly too?

Now that the Leia people have extended an olive branch, it is a perfect breakthrough opportunity.

If they couldn’t win on a frontal battlefield, why would they do all this?

As long as they can contact Her Highness Meliati, with their influence among the people and the middle class, they will definitely be able to help Her Highness Meliati return to her rightful position.

No matter what, we can’t let Horn succeed!
(End of this chapter)