Unbeknownst to Ashburn, his most relied upon friend, the Strategist, his greatest reliance, was actually the spy that Lydia had planted on his side.

Ashborne, who had not met all the conditions but had fulfilled most of the agreement, left the princess's mansion with great satisfaction, and Lydia disappeared as well. Also missing are her companions who have been following Lydia, Charlene and Ifrit.

No one took Lydia's disappearance seriously.

For the nobles who knew some of the situation, and even Lydia's father, brothers, and sisters, maybe it was just this third princess who didn't want to marry a man she didn't like and ran away from home.

It is a little loss for the dignity of the royal family, and the Copperfield family is also a little difficult to explain...... Still, it's not a big problem.

Now the royal family of the Sibang Sect lacks everything, and the most important thing is the princess, and there are dozens of princesses who have not been married.

After all, for the Copperfield family, all they need is the title of princess, what they need is to become a royal marriage, and it doesn't matter who this princess is.

Coupled with the threat of Granville and the Orc Leader, although a princess was missing, it didn't cause much turmoil in the Church, and soon everything was calm.

Only a few people know about the chaos and fury that lies beneath this calm.

The calm before the storm lasted only seven days.

Seven days after Lydia disappeared, the civilians in the westernmost town of the Spann Cult suddenly picked up kitchen knives and axes, and with the help of some people, rushed directly into the home of the local lord, who was killed on the spot, a wife, nine lovers, plus sixty-four children, slaughtered all over the house, more than 200 private soldiers, plus a large number of servants scattered all over the field.

It is said that no one escaped, and that night, the bright moon turned scarlet.

It is said that the food that the townspeople brought out of the granary of the viscount lord was enough to feed everyone in the small town for five years...... That is, this small city, more than 9,000 people died of starvation in the winter of last year.

It is said that these mobs, waving the banner of the third princess Lydia, proclaimed the coming of the Virgin.

When the news reached Wangcheng, it didn't cause too many waves.

In the royal city, the situation was still calm, and neither the royal family nor the nobles seemed to take this riot to heart, even Barumunger was disdainful.

In their eyes, this is just a small group of rioters, how much can they make a fuss?

Mo said that he sent a large army to suppress it, and it is estimated that any master can easily send these mobs to hell.

But what Barumunger and those nobles didn't expect was that the riot in this area was like a spark that burned the entire grassland.

A day later, there were six rebellious towns in the Cult of Spong, five of the nobles died, and only one was rescued by one of his heroic privates, who was still his son-in-law, when the mob's axe was about to split his head.

Three days later, the number of towns in which the rebellion had taken place had reached fourteen, and the number of nobles had died twelve.

Moreover, this kind of riot tended to intensify, and it was only by this time that the nobles and members of the royal family finally sensed that something was wrong.

They didn't care about rebellion, but the death of twelve nobles made them angry.

Although those are only the lowest-level nobles, there are not even a few viscounts, basically they are all barons and lords, not to mention only twelve deaths, even if one hundred and twenty deaths, it will not shake the authority of the nobles much.

Those real big nobles, they don't care about these dead little nobles, they care about the nobles being killed.

It's been eight thousand years.

This is the first time that a nobleman has been killed by a commoner.

Those mobs, how dare they?

Who gave them courage?

All the nobles were shocked by this incident, they vaguely felt the change behind it, and sensed the danger behind it, and the entire aristocratic class was angry.

They were like a bunch of madmen, howling and screaming desperately for punishment on these mobs.

They're going to kill these civilians.

Not only the murderers of the nobles, but also all the civilians who rebelled, and even everyone in the city.

They will punish with blood.

Use death to bring fear.

They want to make the commoners who dare to attack the nobility understand what real despair is, and they want to defend the authority of the nobility.

Under the leadership of some big nobles, the aristocracy gathered 5,000 elite soldiers, ready to sweep away and suppress all those riots.

They are confident.

It was just a bunch of scrawny civilians who couldn't even eat, and their weapons were only axes and sickles, and they were not wearing armor, but some tattered linen.

Although the number of mobs seems to be large, it is simply a rabble, and 5,000 elite soldiers are enough to quell all the riots.

These nobles flaunted their might, waiting for news of victory.

But the end result was to make these nobles despair.

They never thought that those civilians who could be bullied and even killed at will on weekdays could burst out with such terrifying power at this time.

Of the 5,000 elite soldiers, eighty percent died in the first battle, and only nearly 1,000 survived, and more than half of the 1,000 people fled in all directions, and most of the remaining 400 people were also covered in bruises, and suffered severe mental trauma.

From the mouths of the survivors, these great nobles finally knew what the enemy they were facing was like.

Just as the nobles expected, those commoners were skinny, and although they plundered many nobles, they didn't have time to gather weapons and armor, and they didn't have time to train battle formations and training fighting skills.

Among these civilians were men, women, old people, and children.

Don't say that it is those big nobles, even in the eyes of those private soldiers, this is just a group of garbage that can be suppressed with a wave of their hands, and it only takes one charge to make the other party bleed.

But when it was time to fight, they were surprised to find that these civilians could no longer even be called human, they ...... It's a pack of beasts.

A pack of the most ferocious and tyrannical beasts.

They don't know what death is, they don't know what pain is, they never think that they can live, even if their chests are pierced, and at the last moment of their lives, they are desperately raising their arms, trying to chop the rusty axe in their hands on the heads of their enemies.

They have the toughest will.

Even if they are covered in blood, as long as they still have a breath, as long as their bodies can still move, they will never stop fighting.

They are weak, but crazy.

In the face of such a crazy enemy, who was not afraid of death at all, even those who were well-trained and heavily armed were terrified, their bodies trembled, and their will to fight was destroyed almost instantly.

Are you kidding.

The private soldiers of the nobles have a slightly higher status than the commoners, and they only have a few silver coins a month.

As a result, the charge that was originally arrogant and domineering, with an advantage in me and a chance to win, quickly turned into a big rout.

When these news entered the ears of the great nobles, the nobles were silent.

They couldn't imagine what the civilians under their command looked like, what they looked like...... The so-called fierce and vicious ghosts are probably nothing more than that, right?

Compared with the distorted image of the civilians, they are more afraid of the will shown by these civilians, and they are more afraid of some of the ...... that have gradually spread among the crowd Legends about rioting civilians.

They said they were fighting now so that their sons and daughters would not have to fight again.

They say that they want to create a world without the oppression of the aristocracy.

They said that they want their children and grandchildren to have enough to eat and be able to afford to go to school in the near future, and they hope that their daughters will not be snatched away by the nobles who suddenly come out of nowhere, and they hope that their daughters-in-law will not need to go to the nobles' mansions to spend the night before they get married, and they hope that their hard-earned wealth will not be robbed of them for inexplicable reasons......

Oh God.

These great nobles trembled when they learned the goal of the rioting civilians.

Violation of the ancestral system.

Etiquette collapses.

Are these stupid civilians crazy?

Just kidding, can the oppression of the nobility be called oppression, isn't that a matter of course? Even civilians want to be fed, and the sons and daughters of civilians still want to go to school? Who gave them the courage to dare to have such delusions?

You can't rob the women of the commoners at will, you can't plunder the wealth of the commoners at will, is there still a need for such a world to exist?

The nobles were furious like never before, howling like a pack of wolves, clamoring for punishment for the thugs.

It's just that the lives of the five thousand elite soldiers before made them understand that these thugs seem to be a little different, and they are not so easy to deal with, they want to maintain their power and status, but they don't want to sacrifice their own power...... It's all money.

As a result, this large group of nobles directly approached Barumunger and demanded that Barumunger exercise the powers and duties of the king to suppress these commoners.

At this time, there was a skirmish between the army of the Granville Kingdom in the south and the defenders of the Church of Spong, and on the back, the orcs also showed signs of attack, and Barumunger had to arrange soldiers to go to support, and as for the rioters, it could only be handed over to these nobles.

No one knows whether the matter is true or not, all in all, Barumunger is biting a little, he has no soldiers and horses in his hands at present, and wants to maintain the identity and status of your nobles, and mobilize your own private soldiers to suppress it in the past.

It was obvious to the king that both the nobles and the thugs were losing and that it was definitely in his best interest.

Just when the two sides were arguing, the rebels took the opportunity to take a medium-sized city, all 36 nobles in the city were exterminated, not a single one survived, and even in the city, a church of the Heart of Nature was breached, and all the clergy in the church were killed.

And these clergy were members of the opposition to the Marcelino family.

Although it is said that the current state of Sibang has not completely fallen into an uncontrollable situation, it is by no means an exaggeration to say that it is chaotic.

It's just that this chaos didn't have much impact on the royal city at all.

This is the royal capital, and this is the political and economic core of the Sibang Sect.

In the royal capital, there are the most powerful Praetorian Guards, countless nobles, and the headquarters of the Church of the Heart of Nature, for the people living in the royal capital, no matter what kind of commotion goes outside, it has nothing to do with them, it is too far away from them.

It's still calm here, and the years are quiet.

The aristocrats in gorgeous dresses still gathered together, chatting about the world, the wind and snow, a pair of eyes that were slightly cloudy because of the overdraft of the body, still full of evil staring at the figures walking around, as if they wanted to find the next target.

They are unscrupulous and do not care at all about the gaze of others.

After all, their identities are here, the son-in-law of a grand duke's family, the son-in-law of a marquis and the son-in-law of two earls' families, this is definitely a behemoth, who dares to provoke it? Even if it's a royal family, you have to give three points of face.

Inadvertently, a beautiful figure suddenly caught the eyes of several aristocratic sons.

The originally cloudy eyeballs, in an instant, burst into a bright, greedy, and lustful light.

Their breathing couldn't help but become short.

What a beautiful woman she was, Rao is what these nobles spend their days drinking, whether it is the small jasper among the commoners, the young lady among the nobles, or even the nuns in the church, they don't know how much they have tasted.

Even the Silver Party that the Eternal Freedom Sect stopped had participated in I don't know how many times.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are experienced and well-informed, but now, one by one, they only feel their hearts trembling uncontrollably.

Their gaze chased after the girl, their eyes straightened, and they refused to deviate half a point.

What kind of woman is that, with long emerald green hair, exuding a fresh and natural atmosphere, soft as a waterfall, and her hair hangs down to the crook of her legs, just this hair brings people an indescribable dignity and elegance.

The pretty cheeks are slightly immature, the skin is as fine as clotted cream, white as frost and snow, and under the long eyelashes are the same emerald green pupils, which are slightly playful and cute.

The figure is slender, exquisite, and graceful, especially the slender waist, which is held in a good grip, and the close-fitting long skirt sets off the most wonderful curves.

This appearance matches this figure...... I'm afraid that even the saint Isabel is a little inferior, right?

Perhaps, only the former Saint Kaya, the wife of the Great Saint Marcelino, Mireya, is qualified to compare.

When did there be such a beautiful woman in the royal city?

Compared with this woman, the ones she played with before are simply vulgar and vulgar, and they are unbearable.

She even has long, pointy ears, which is an elf!

(End of chapter)