Chapter 38: The Rupture
In the afternoon of the same day, the city hall posted a notice announcing that it was cooperating with the investigation of the court and suspending all business until the results were known, hoping for the understanding of the general public.
A discerning person can tell at a glance that this is the town hall fighting the inquisition.
It is said that Director Duck is a figure in the archbishop's discernment, and looking at this, maybe he will become a future grandson-in-law - didn't you see the archbishop erase all the duties of the precious granddaughter's precepts and send over the guards?
The governor of the town hall, Rurik, was not an ordinary person, he had been in operation in Lorma for so many years, and he was very pervasive in all aspects, and the Holy City was also very talkative.
Now, the two sides are tearing their faces over the issue of indulgences.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that indulgences are just a faΓ§ade, and it is a question of who has the final say. The Holy City and the surrounding area are the iron buckets of the Holy See, and nominally the administration is under the control of the City Hall, but the head of your hall handed over a note, and he dared not to look at your face?
The new director is too ugly, he wants to grab the teaching power and the administrative power, and if he is not satisfied, he will directly arrest people - this is a fierce man who is consistent on the outside and inside.
Can the town hall take this breath?
In the tavern, the daring diners whispered.
"I think the elder is going to lose. β
Some people objected: "I hope he wins, and without the indulgences, he can save a lot of money every month! You don't know the face of the priest, and it is a sin for you to pay a little slower!"
Someone lowered his voice and said: "Yes, I don't think this is enough, if Director Duck is more courageous, the tithes will be abolished, and I will donate half of the family property to keep him re-elected!"
Immediately caused a low voice to echo.
The old adult diner who spoke just now shook his head: "Guys, they are all people with families and businesses, you know how to save money, don't I know? I mean, Director Duck is so unrelenting, I don't know how long it can last, in case I can't stand it, I have to make up for the money saved." β
"Yes, how dark is the town hall!" someone sighed in a low voice, "what a good thing can make them mess up." β
The old adult diner said: "It's not just about mixing. You think, when it comes to administrative management, the referee's income can only be done by the officials of all sizes under the city hall, and these officials can drag you to death as long as they are passive and sabotage. Not to mention sneaking around, I arrested all the people with glasses and prosthetics a few days ago, isn't it these people who made it!"
Someone sighed: "The head of the flowing water, the little official beaten with iron." Even if you know that these bastards eat people and don't do anything, you have to grit your teeth and admit it. β
Lao Cheng's diner had a sad look on his face: "I'm afraid that it will be empty in the end, come on, guys, cheers, may this day without indulgences last a few more days!"
"Big fool Duck doesn't have a few days!"
In the conference room of the city hall, Rurik said triumphantly: "He has to rely on us to do things, what about us, as long as we don't make any trouble, he will be arrested as a heretic, he will not be able to catch the handle!
There was a playful laugh in the room.
Some people are worried: "Is it heretical, but the inquisition will decide on it." β
Someone immediately retorted: "What are you afraid of? Didn't he say that anyone who does not alter the human body is not! If he dares to touch us, he will slap himself in the face!"
Rurik smiled: "All of you here are people with status, no one is going to tinker with any third-rate things like alchemy, right?"
There was a burst of laughter.
Rurik nodded with satisfaction: "Then it's decided, tonight, at the Mabrio Hotel, I have a treat, except for the colleagues who were arrested, no one is missing." β
Rurik was happy, but Dark's side was a gloomy fog. More than a dozen fruit farmers knelt on the ground, tearfully begging him for mercy and a way to live.
"Master Dark, we're running out of life. β
It's September, the first batch of apples has matured, and next, there are a large number of apples waiting to be paid taxes, put into storage, and go on the market. These growers, who have worked hard for a year, must solve all the problems before the winter begins, or else they will have no food and clothing.
No, not to mention winter, the city hall is lazy and slack, resulting in the apples not being able to be stored in time, and once a rain comes, this mountain of fruits will rot.
It's too simple.
When is the Inquisition going to take care of the fruit? How can the holy temple be allowed to be desecrated by you inferior people?
If it had been someone else, it would have been done a long time ago.
Duck looked sympathetically at a dozen gray-haired heads, and sighed: "The city hall is not doing anything, and it hurts you." β
In a word, the old fruit farmer burst into tears: "Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness, save us, save us!"
Catherine behind Duck clenched the hilt of her sword, and she wished to cut down all the officers who were slacking off with one sword.
There are different positions in the struggle for power, but it is too despicable to use these fragile people as bargaining chips!
The Governor's name is Rurik, no matter what happens to Dark, I must sue Grandpa, you Governor, it's the end!
Duck didn't look at them, but slowly paced to the door, greeted the autumn sun, and said, "I will never give in." Now, it is no longer a battle of will, it is related to the happiness of everyone in the future. β
Everyone didn't understand what he meant, and looked at him stunned.
"I thought I could give them a little bit of leeway and improve it slowly. Now it seems that they have taken my kindness and temperance for weakness and incompetence - get up, folks, and I promise that all problems will be solved by the day after tomorrow at the latest. β
The old peasant got out, stood up, and said loudly: "My lord, the weather has been bad for the past two days, and once it rains, ......."
"The Inquisition's house is quite spacious, so bring it to me. I taste the taste of new apples. β
The growers knelt down again: "Thank you, sir!"
Duck waved his hand and asked Catherine to send them away. Then, in a low voice to Isabella, "How are Royce and Petrarch preparing?"
"George has sent a message, as you requested, everything is ready. β
"Inform them, tomorrow afternoon, come in!"
"Dark, do you want to talk to those officials again?"
"I don't need to. I've given them a chance. They are killing themselves, and I am no wonder of them. Have you found out where the officials are meeting?"
"Hotel Marburio. Booked a room an hour ago. What do you want to do?"
"Early tomorrow morning, the entire Inquisition will be dispatched to raid the town hall and reunite them in the prison!"
Isabella looked shocked: "Assault...... City Hall?"
"Of course!" Duck said with a righteous face, "It is my duty as a servant of God to uphold the dignity of God!"
"If you want to assault, you will go to the hotel tonight, what can you do tomorrow morning? besides, they are not heretics, how can they-"
"I didn't say they were heretics, but don't forget, there's another great sin called blasphemy. β
"What about the evidence?"
Duck smiled grimly: "In Fernandez's words, the evidence, the torture instrument is served, and everything is required." β
Isabella hurriedly said: "It is not possible to extort confessions by torture! If you do this, you will offend the officials of the entire Papal State!"
"I know that they must be ready to sacrifice a batch of scum in exchange for my downfall. But, I'm going to break with them! I'm going to let them know that it's either honest and obedient, or I'm going to die!"