Chapter 869 The Netherlands Is in Chaos! Let Grete Show some Sincerity (10,000 Words Update 33)

"There's a commotion in Flanders City."

"Yes, it finally started."

At the corner of the back wall of a dyeing and finishing workshop, the dyeing workshop master Avar Brisson was half-hidden in the shadows, whispering to Frank, the delivery boy who often ran to their workshop. Two pairs of bright eyes stared at the vast flow of angry people without blinking.

"The trouble has finally started, and you can get away. - Thank you for staying here for five years."

"Yeah...five years..."

Avar sighed softly. Of course his real name was not Aval Brisson, nor was he a dyer. In fact, he is a magician, transmutation, and alchemy branch.

Born as a commoner, he was admitted to the Magic Academy from a general school. After graduating from the Magic Academy, he was unable to enter any mage tower in Nevis due to his qualifications. I'm in my 30s, stuck at level 3, and can't advance even if I die.

A magician of this age and level can live a comfortable life if he wants to hang out in a low-level magic tower in another place, or accept an appointment from a small nobleman, become a family member, or something like that.

I want to apply for a job as a technical director in some workshops. Although my status is slightly lower, I can earn more money;

If I want to travel all over the country and sleep in the open air to take risks, I have a higher probability of advancing, but my arms and legs are old and I really can’t move...

In order to make progress and resources, he accepted the task of the parliament and came to Flanders City incognito. As a professional who had opened a workshop but was forced to go bankrupt and had to flee, he quietly took root.

In a flash, five years passed.

"Remember to pack your things. Destroy all items that may expose your identity." The delivery boy who came to connect was also a member of the parliament. At this time, he lowered his voice and spoke softly and quickly:

"At 10 o'clock tonight, there will be someone at the door of [Perfume Rose] at No. 15 Rose Street. The code is 'a rose, half of it is inlaid with gold, and half of it is inlaid with silver.' Remember it!"

After saying that, he got on the back of a mule, waved his whip in the air, turned around and left. He is very busy today! In such a big city of Flanders, there are not just one or two people to be notified and places to be observed!

He is a magician of the magic control system. He is the branch of the magic control system that specializes in group psychology. An opportunity like today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Avar stood in the corner for a while, watching the young man disappear into the crowd, then sighed softly and returned to the workshop. Before he entered his room, the door to the opposite room was pushed open with a creak, and the high-pitched voice of the landlady came straight in:

"Avar, are you back? What's for dinner tonight? Veal stew, or fish? I bought a big sea bass!"

"Let's take the seabass. The boss lady is always good at cooking fish." Avar smiled reluctantly at him and walked to his room. There were footsteps behind me, and the landlady quickly caught up and lowered her voice:

"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy? You don't want to make trouble, do you? - I'm telling you, don't go with those people to make trouble. We, a small family, can't afford to make trouble! This is what the gentlemen of the Holy See don't do Be ruthless, and when the black knight pushes over, these people will all die!"

Avar took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and quickly entered the room. I walked too fast, and the corner of my clothes got caught on the wooden thorns of the door frame, causing a big hole. The landlady immediately said "Ouch" from behind:

"Why are you so careless? - Daisy! Daisy! Stop playing around there and mend Mr. Brisson's clothes!"

A little girl of six or seven years old rushed out in response. A pincushion in one hand, and a small basket with various rags in the other. Rushing in front of Avar, he almost lost his footing and bumped into him:

"Sir, let me mend your clothes..."

"Go back. I'm busy with something. I'll call you when I'm done."

Avar waved without looking back. After packing her things for a while, she suddenly turned around and saw the little girl still standing there timidly. Avar sighed, took off his coat, and threw it into her hand:

"Take it away, take it away, mend it slowly, I'm not in a hurry to wear it..."

He quickly packed his things, filled the small suitcase, and locked it tightly. While I was still packing my backpack, there was a sudden burst of exclamation outside, coming from far and near, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami:

"Black Knight! Black Knight!"

"Run away quickly, the black knight is coming out——"

"Dad! Dad..."

The sound of exclamations, running sounds, and the thundering sound of horse hooves coming from behind were all heard together. Aval's heart skipped a beat, and he closed the door and opened the back window without thinking.

Instead of jumping out of the window and escaping, he turned back, threw out an [Activated Rope], and pulled himself up to the rafter. Hold your breath and listen carefully:

"here!"

"There are people here too!"

"boom!"

The sound of the workshop door being kicked open.

Clang, clang, the sound of iron boots on the ground.

Screams, inquiries, begging...

Screams.

Avar held his breath, remained motionless, and quietly performed an invisibility spell on himself. Soon the door was kicked open. The person looked around, opened cabinets, lifted the bottom of the bed, and then stared at the shaking rear window:

"Gone from there!"

"Chase!"

Avar huddled on the rafters. It took a long time, until the entire dyeing workshop was completely silent, and until the sound of horse hooves and swords drawn had all gone away, he climbed down the beam and walked out carefully.

What you see is one corpse after another. Lying down, lying down, half of the body immersed in the dye vat, one leg straddling the door, one leg straddling the door...

Tom the dyer, Roy the cloth-turner, Parker the fuller, and George, who is only eight years old and has just entered the dyehouse as an apprentice...

The landlady who had been loudly asking him what he wanted for dinner had half-dried blood. She was lying at the door of the room with her arms spread wide, as if she was trying to protect something.

Avar carefully turned over her body and saw Daisy's little body curled up into a ball. The little girl closed her arms and hugged his torn clothes tightly. The corners of the clothes were stained red with blood.

Avar stood silently in the dyeing workshop, saying nothing for a long time. When it got dark, he bent down and closed the boss's wife's eyes, then picked up little Daisy and let the little girl lie on her side in her arms.

Finally, he unfolded the mended bloody clothes and gently covered them both.

"I will avenge you."

he whispered. Then, he went back to his room, opened his suitcase, picked out a few things, stuffed them into his backpack, picked them up and walked out quickly.

"It's impossible not to gather together!" Under the dim candlelight, Aval Dyeing Master and former third-level magician Brisson was full of emotions when facing the carders, dyers, weavers and workshop owners who were surviving the disaster. With an angry face, he raised his arms and shouted:

"In our dyeing shop, there was no one who made trouble from top to bottom, but they still killed everyone! From the proprietress to the boy, even the little girl as young as six or seven years old was spared!"

"We can only defeat them if we gather together! There are many of us! Yes, they are strong, they are knights, and they can kill a hundred people alone! But there are many of us! All of us gather together, the Governor and the Inquisition No matter how many people there are, they can’t kill us all!”

"Textile workers, fishermen, farmers, everyone, gather together! Down with the Holy See! Demolish the church!"

"Down with the Holy See! Destroy the church!" An old, angry voice sounded from the crowd below:

"In that church, there are more than thirty tapestries dedicated to me. I am going to destroy them!"

"Destroy them!"

“Demolish the church!”

The fire of anger burned in the crowd. From Flanders to the Netherlands, then from the Netherlands to Delft, Dortremed...

People walked out of their villages, out of their workshops and onto the streets. Wave after wave, one after another, they rushed towards all the churches and monasteries that they usually believed in and worshiped.

"The Holy Knights are blocked and can't get through! The black knights of the Inquisition haven't been seen yet!"

"Sir, there are too many enemies in front of us! Our brothers are already tired, and two of our sabers have been cut off!"

"The magic is not enough!"

"The power of faith is no longer available! Those mobs, those mobs - not only do they not pray, they are cursing the Lord of Glory and raising weapons against our Lord!"

"Father Rand, you are a good man. Go away, we won't kill you—"

"boom!"

For a whole month, uprisings led by citizens and rural poor swept through the provinces of the Netherlands. Fully one million people participated in the uprising, and more than 5,000 churches were destroyed (including suspected bombing).

They destroyed a large number of icons, holy bones and other sacred objects, as well as paintings, statues, etc. in the church. The Holy See's power in the Netherlands and the power of faith accumulated in the church suffered heavy losses.

Louis Foix, the new governor of the Netherlands and the queen mother's lover, fled back to the capital in panic. Without the support of divine magic, the Paladins and the Black Knights of the Inquisition fought alone and achieved certain results, but were still pushed back by the wave of anger.

For a time, the entire Netherlands was filled with the sound of killings and the smoke of war everywhere.

The letter of request for help from the Dutch nobles was once again delivered to the desk of the review committee.

"You want help? You want people or things? You want a powerful archmage?"

Commissioner Elize Usman of the Evocation Department glanced at the request for help, without comment, and passed it to the prophecy department next to it. The member of the confusion control department stretched out his head, scanned down ten lines, and asked smoothly:

"Have they sent out troops themselves?"

"... No troops were officially sent out. Of course, some people were sent to participate secretly and used the explosives we gave them - otherwise they wouldn't have been able to destroy so many churches."

"Then we are required to send someone out now?" The member of the Change Department snorted in a bad mood.

During this wave of uprisings, the parliament's spies lost a lot of money. One of the transformation mage, in order to protect the poor people from escaping, rushed into the black knights of the tribunal, sacrificing his life and self-destructing——

Although he was just an inconspicuous third-level mage, he was still in a bad mood after receiving the report.

"They send troops, we send people. They don't send the main force, but they expect us to send people and a large amount of supplies. Do they want us to fight for them?"

"The truth is right." As usual, the protection magician presided over the meeting. He first affirmed the view of the system of change, and then made a supplementary opinion:

"But since the fight is already like this, we still have to express our feelings. In this way, we can send out a batch of supplies appropriately to show that we still support them, and send a few low-level mages as observers."

"You can have this."

"Indeed."

"By the way, I am very curious about the use of divine magic after the church was destroyed, especially after the people resisted the Holy See on a large scale -"

The committee members nodded. The member of the Protection Department looked around:

"Does anyone have any additional comments?"

"I have." The review committee member of the Curse Department and Medical Branch calmly raised his hand:

"Don't we still have a project to cooperate on? Master Gret Nordmark is treating the son of Count Ostend? Ask him about the progress. If there are results, it can be considered a sign of sincerity -"

"Whether it's the earl's son or the other children they sent..."

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