A significant number of people gathered in the square.

There were laborers from the suburbs, artisans from the dock area, citizens from the inner city, even the Hundred Households Captain and the Wandering Cultivators.

Most numerous were the laborers from the dock area and the urban poor, filling the alleys around the square.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Liborole, including the high-ranking members of the Holy Alliance sitting on the wooden platform.

Watching Liborole speak eloquently in the center of the square, Mitney squinted from his high-backed chair on the wooden platform, reminiscing.

"Is this Liborole the one who previously initiated the impeachment against Moliat during the Bloodless Night?"

Carl was taken aback, standing up to look for a while before exclaiming, "It really is him."

Mitney shook his head, "What a pity, he didn't want to be the Factory Director. I was ready to nominate him for the Gospel Court."

"It's hard for people to change." Carl reflected on something, feeling somewhat sentimental, "Fate…"

"Enough!"

At this moment, Ge Angqi, tired of Liborole's endless speeches, interrupted impatiently, "I've understood your statement; I have two points to make."

"Please speak." Liborole bowed respectfully.

"First, the matter of re-electing a Despot is too significant, requiring more than three-fourths of the representatives to be present. Even if we expedite the approval process, it won't take less than five days. I hope during this period you can clear the canals so the soldiers fighting at the front won't starve."

Liborole shook his head, "I can at most pass on your words to them; I'm not sure if they will act."

"Are you threatening me?" Ge Angqi's expression grew stern.

"No, no, no, I am simply stating the truth. I genuinely don't have that authority." Liborole hastily clarified, "I believe there's a high chance they will commence work, as long as they are fairly paid."

Taking a deep breath, the old Speaker said no more, continuing, "Second, regarding the rumors you mentioned about the Leia people's peace treaty…"

"They are not rumors." Liborole immediately shook his head.

"Rude!" The Ceremonial Officer nearby shouted.

But Liborole ignored him completely, "You claim it's a rumor, but I obtained a Leia people's treaty from a monk who wishes to remain anonymous. Please don't ask for his name; he simply desires peace."

Liborole dramatically pulled out a stack of papers from his chest, waving them powerfully toward the crowd.

With pre-arranged supporters leading, the onlooking citizens erupted in waves of cheers of support.

Facing the numerous believers, Liborole cleared his throat, "King Ginijis promises to retain all existing assets and property distributions in the Thousand River Valley, including lands and former church properties. The King will only appoint the Speaker of the Advisory Council locally, retaining the structure of the Advisory Council, and even expand its power to become the Legislative Council. The Legislative Council will replace the Cardinal Conference, fully controlling local administrative power…"

Initially, only the citizens' eyes lit up, but eventually, even some representatives began to waver.

Such terms are unprecedentedly favorable in the history of the Leia Kingdom.

It's akin to the Thousand River Valley transforming from a kingdom territory to a vassal state, and a vassal state where the Sovereign Country cannot interfere arbitrarily.

It seems they've been intimidated by us, the Thousand River Valley People!

Even after just seizing the soldiers' provisions at the front, people still proudly stood tall.

"Their only demand is to dissolve the Holy Alliance, restore the Thousand River Valley, remove Horn Gallar's pope title, and change it to Great Shepherd of the Thousand River Valley."

After reciting a series of half-true agreement contents, he faced Ge Angqi and other representatives and monks on the wooden platform, asking with a smile, "Is this true?"

"There is." Ge Angqi stared at the little figure, "But that was merely the call of a baron at a royal palace in frontlines, not a formally submitted document, thus not a treaty."

"Why not?" Amidst the surrounding uproar, Liborole turned to the crowd, "Have you given them the opportunity to submit documents?"

"Are you speaking for the Leia people?" A monk stood up, pointing at Liborole's nose and scolding.

"Oh my, saying a few fair words automatically means speaking for the Leia people?" Liborole smirked sarcastically, "Before 1447, weren't the Thousand River Valley People self-referentially Leia people?"

"Believer Liborole Desal!"

"I'm listening." Liborole raised his head.

Old Ge Angqi stood up for the first time, supporting himself with a cane, "I'll tell you once again, this is pure rumor."

Ge Angqi had been operating in Rapids City for many years; he had some face after all.

But Liborole was set on his course, giving no face at all, as he planned to move to Norn later, no longer a Thousand River Valley or Rapids City resident.

"Then let me say again, if you think it's a rumor, then refute it by publicly releasing the entire content, allowing the believers to judge for themselves!"

Liborole's resounding rebuttal earned much praise and admiration from many.

Old Ge Angqi coughed, yet his eyes never strayed from Liborole, seemingly wanting to memorize every detail of his face.

The monk beside him lowered his head, "Don't get angry, let them have their way; whether the approval process passes or not, it can still be delayed."

Considering the army supplies still not dispatched and the looming rebellious dock area civilians, Ge Angqi nodded helplessly.

"If that's the case, let's proceed to vote on this petition. Note, this is a vote on whether the petition should enter the process, not on the approval of the petition itself."