When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#342 - Who would perform a drama without wearing a helmet?

Golden River Township, near the Moncrus Estate.

On the flatlands of the threshing valley, surrounded by countless golden wheat fields and rice paddies, stood a wooden platform more than a meter high.

After three days of torrential rain, the arrival of the drama troupe finally ushered in a rare sunny day.

The hot wind stirred, causing fine beads of sweat to trickle down the foreheads of the many villagers under the awning.

But they didn't wipe it away, instead focusing intently, afraid of missing even a bit of the stage.

On the stage, Bishop, played by Granpwen, stood on the wooden frame of the fake monastery, holding a long sword and pointing it at the nameless monk blocking the road.

The voice, filled with rage and fear, was portrayed vividly by Granpwen.

"Damn it, why?"

The nameless monk raised his pitchfork: "Why, you ask? I'm wondering that myself. Perhaps it's just because they are too young, or perhaps I'm too old to bear the sound of children crying."

"Clear the road!"

"Impossible."

"Then you shall die!"

This scene was about the nameless monk letting the orphans escape and then single-handedly blocking the mountain road to prevent the Bishop's pursuit.

Seeing this scene being played, Jourdan immediately whispered to the Black Hat soldiers maintaining order beside him: "Get ready, it's about to begin."

Although the performances of these actors were too vulgar and embarrassing for nobles who had appreciated high-class dramas,

for these villagers who had never left their villages in their entire lives, it was an unparalleled source of inspiration, especially since the previous scenes had already allowed them to immerse themselves in it.

"Ya-eh!"

The wooden sword painted with silver lacquer collided with the pitchfork. After a few rounds of slow-motion, clumsy combat, the nameless monk was knocked to the ground by the Bishop.

"Attention!" Jourdan immediately led the guarding war monks towards the front of the stage.

Sure enough, the moment the nameless monk fell to the ground, the villagers immediately erupted, many anxiously shouting and yelling.

Seeing the long sword about to pierce the nameless monk's chest, the villagers couldn't help but stand up, roaring and picking up stones to throw at the Bishop.

In an instant, more than a dozen stones of various sizes flew towards the Bishop on the stage, several of which actually hit Granpwen.

Fortunately, Granpwen was prepared. His Bishop's hat had iron plates embedded in it, and under his wide robe, he wore a set of thin iron armor.

After all, he had been hit several times in a row. Two male actors had been injured by the stones before, so he naturally had to be fully armed.

"It's just a play, no throwing!"

"Those who disrupt the order, get out!"

The Black Hat soldiers raised shields seized from the knights, blocking the stones and scolding the young and strong villagers who were throwing them.

Hearing that they might be expelled, these villagers quietly sat back in their places, nervously watching the scene on the stage.

Perhaps it was the stones they threw that had an effect. The Bishop, in the moment of swinging down his long sword, was also stabbed in the heart by the nameless monk with his pitchfork.

Both died together, and the orphans successfully escaped.

Despite being saddened by the death of the nameless monk, the villagers under the awning immediately cheered.

But at this moment, the backstage staff knocked on a wooden barrel to make a "thump, thump" sound, and the knight appeared riding a wooden horse on wheels.

As the fake mountain planks and forest on the stage background continued to recede, even though the child actors playing the orphans were only stomping their feet in place, they still managed to create a sense of pursuit.

Amidst the anxious shouts of the farmers and farmwives under the awning, the orphans were captured one by one or killed on the spot.

Each time an orphan was killed, in the eyes of the farmers and farmwives, it was as if their lost child was being killed.

At the climax, the orphans were almost completely slaughtered, leaving only the pitiful Tess kneeling on the ground, desperately praying for the coming of the Holy Father.

"Impure one, the Holy Father will never forgive you!" The actor playing the knight roared and charged towards the little girl.

"Leave her alone!"

"Get out!"

Seven or eight red-eyed farmers rushed out of the awning, followed by twenty or thirty other villagers who were a step slower.

They were too fast, breaking through the Black Hat soldiers' defenses. An old farmer jumped onto the stage with a speed that no one had expected.

The knight was so frightened that he immediately prepared to dismount and flee, but the old farmer was too fast. His eyes were wide with anger, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I will never forgive you!"

He shouted and punched the knight actor in the nose. The poor actor's nasal bone broke with a crack, and he screamed, almost falling off the fake horse.

The villagers below cheered repeatedly. Granpwen and the actor playing the nameless monk, who had just taken off their hats and washed off their makeup backstage, had to return to the stage.

They put on the fake monk's clothes and stepped forward to grab the old farmer's arm, preventing him from continuing his attack.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the bard nearby had a flash of inspiration and began to salvage the situation, loudly reciting an impromptu narration:

"...Seeing the knight about to kill Tess, a passing villager couldn't bear it any longer and gave the knight a heavy punch..."

"However, the knight was not to be trifled with. He immediately summoned two Temple Knights, who pinned down this brave passing villager..."

"Were they about to lose their lives here? Poor Tess, poor farmer... Oh, look, what is that? It's the Salvation Army! It's Joan of Arc!"

The backstage staff immediately used the sound of leather rubbing to simulate the sound of lightning. The saint named Joan of Arc finally arrived, and after giving a declaration of judgment, she summoned lightning and struck the knight to death.

At the same time, two Black Hat soldiers climbed onto the stage and pretended to fire at the two actors holding back the old farmer.

"Bang, bang!"

With two simulated sounds of a spring gun firing, Granpwen cleverly fell heavily to the ground, crushing the red pigment in his hand.

The villagers cheered, and the dozen or so actors and backstage staff all went on stage, bowing and saluting amidst the villagers' cheers, and then exited in an orderly manner.

Next, the stage would be handed over to the fanatical Father of the Holy Father Society, followed by several knights and a butler, one of whom was Declan Mara.

The process would be watching the play, complaining, public trial, and after sacrificing the knight's head to the heavens, the final step would be the distribution of land.

It must be said that this method of pre-rendering the story, then the monks revealing the truth, and finally taking advantage of the hot-bloodedness to kill people and divide the land was quite effective.

Although some villagers would still feel regret afterward, since the person had already been publicly tried to death by their excited crowd, they had no choice but to follow the Salvation Army all the way to the end.

Most of the villagers were suddenly awakened, especially some villagers who were usually bullied the most, and they showed a fanatical adoration for the converts of the Salvation Army.

The Holy Trinity in their mouths was no longer the Holy Father, the Holy Tree, and the Holy Lord, but the Holy Father, the Holy Grandson, and the Holy Daughter, after all, grandparents love their grandchildren.

In this big family of Elysium, whose order the Holy Father likes is the order of their status in the world, right?

Speaking of which, the status of the Holy Grandson is much higher than that of the Pope. It's already good that they only chose to overthrow the Thousand River Valley Church instead of killing the Pope.

However, because the Holy Daughter's final appearance was too explosive, the local villagers of Golden River Township still worshiped Saint Joan of Arc more.

In the backstage dressing tent, Furtseva, who played Tess, changed out of her tattered clothes and put on her usual fitted long clothes and trousers.

Unlike the nobles of this era who advocated loose clothing, under the promotion of Horne, the Salvation Army generally preferred more close-fitting clothing, because it was more convenient for activities.

Furtseva was originally a member of the Child Army, but her personality itself did not fit the atmosphere of Lubyanka.

So, under Rene's arrangement, she transferred to become an actress, and with seven or eight other Child Army members who were also not adapted to Lubyanka, she became a supporting actor in the Blue Blood Orphanage drama.

Washing off the makeup on her face with the clear water in the basin, Furtseva looked at her reflection in the water, which was a delicate and well-behaved face.

Few people would remain indifferent when they saw this well-behaved face suffering.

But at this moment, there was a hint of imperceptible confusion on the face in the reflection.

Compared with Rene and the others who were actually clearing the enemies of the Papal States, could what she was doing really be considered a contribution to the Papal States?

Before she could think of a result, the delicate face in the reflection suddenly became serious.

Furtseva stepped sideways, drew a short sword from the table, and shouted at the door: "Who is it?"

Although Furtseva had transferred from the Child Army to become an actress, this could not hide the training she had received.

The curtain was lifted, and an old farmer with a wrinkled face stood awkwardly at the door, twisting his hat in front of his chest: "Miss Tess, you, hello, I am Sott, a tenant farmer."

Furtseva recognized him and relaxed her vigilance a little: "You were the one who rushed onto the stage before?"

The old farmer Sott lowered his head in shame: "I don't know, I didn't react at the time..."

"It's okay, they get beaten up everywhere they go, they're used to it." Furtseva sat down in the chair and looked at him with a smile, "What can I do for you?"

At this time, Furtseva was still holding the short sword in her hand.

The old farmer looked at Furtseva, his eyes showing a look of memory and longing: "Miss Tess, did orphans really escape from the monastery?"

Furtseva was stunned for a second. She looked at the old farmer Sott's hopeful and eager eyes and said with difficulty: "According to our investigation, I have to tell you... there should be."

"..." After a full ten seconds of silence, Sott put his hat back on, "Sorry to bother you, Miss Tess."

Lowering his head, Sott walked from backstage to the front of the stage, and then to the side of the awning where the cries shook the sky, and silently sat beside his sobbing wife, Hekori.

"Sott, where did you go?"

"Hekori, I'm going to join the army."

"You? Join the army? You're almost forty!" Hekori exclaimed.

The old farmer Sott raised his head, but Hekori's words of persuasion were stuck in her throat. She had never seen Sott like this.

This old farmer, who had been a coward all his life, revealed a look as if he was about to eat people twenty years after losing his only daughter.

"The truth, I have fully understood it!"