"Wait a moment."

Everyone looked toward the crowd, only to see a young man trying to break free from the Night Watchers blocking him: "I have something to say."

At this time, say what?

Mitney recognized who it was, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Carl, let your men allow him through."

The Night Watchers soon released him, and the young man straightened his clothes and strode rapidly toward the center of the square.

Liborole widened his eyes, watching the man slowly emerge from the crowd.

He wasn't tall, wearing a clean farmer's coat, and had a felt hat on his head.

Those once troubled eyebrows stood straight, and the eyes that were timid and confused the first time they met now shone with anger and determination.

"Rangbang?"

"It's me."

"You want to debate with me?" Liborole found it hard to believe, with a hint of amusement.

It should be known that knowledge about constitutionalism and the Holy Path faction, as well as basic political knowledge, was taught to Rangbang by Liborole.

Though Liborole himself was a dyer, he was quite gifted in this area.

During their Canal Club's tavern political debates, Rangbang didn't even have the qualifications to participate.

His only moment of glory was during the Bloodless Night when he jumped onto the table to call for support.

If it weren't for Liborole leading the support, he probably wouldn't have convinced many people at the time.

Trying to use Rangbang to disrupt him? Liborole glanced at Mitney with a half-smile, despicable!

"Rangbang, I don't want you to embarrass yourself." Feeling the still warm kettle against his chest, Liborole lowered his voice, "You should step down."

"Open voting means giving everyone the right to speak," Rangbang shook his head: "I came up to refute you."

"You're refuting me..." Liborole laughed out of anger, "Don't be ridiculous, Rangbang, if you step down now, this has nothing to do with you."

"This is my business," Rangbang's voice raised, "The Holy Alliance is my country, its business is my business."

"You've just been lucky, you care about the Holy Alliance, but does the Holy Alliance really care about you?" Liborole snapped angrily.

"Just because your family's dye house went bankrupt doesn't mean you can't work elsewhere, is it so hard to become a master in a dyeing workshop? There's no guild restriction."

Being exposed by Rangbang in public, Liborole was thoroughly enraged: "What's your purpose in saying these things? Huh? Is dissolving the guilds right?

Ask the citizens present if dissolving the guilds brought them any convenience whatsoever?"

"Boo——"

The citizens naturally turned their thumbs down and jeered.

Before, the citizen class wasn't directly governed by the City Council or City Hall, but by an intermediary group.

It's undeniable, the existence of guilds ensured regional price stability and prevented cutthroat competition.

Positions within the guild were as hereditary as any, sealed off both internally and externally.

For citizens, having guilds was a joy, but for rural artisans and laborers, they were a source of pain.

Amidst the crowd's booing, Liborole looked at Rangbang with a dark face: "His Majesty Horn doesn't understand commerce, he shouldn't meddle in commerce.

The reason I propose re-electing the autocratic position is because Horn promised to bring us good news, but what happened then...?"

"It's not only urban citizens who count as people; those farmers in the countryside, those workers wandering the suburbs, they are people too!"

Pointing fiercely at Liborole with his index finger, the farmer Rangbang roared.

"You citizens want your daughters to marry the ones they love, you citizens want to eat cheese and ham, you citizens want to live in better houses.

But what about us farmers? What about us laborers? Does it mean we don't deserve this?

Don't we want our daughters to marry well? Our sisters don't even have the qualifications to enter a nunnery!"

"Don't change the subject here, we're discussing the Holy Alliance's market monopoly and the struggle for power and refusal to negotiate!" Liborole shouted, spitting as well.

Rangbang quickly walked towards Liborole. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

As if sharing a tacit understanding, as soon as Rangbang stepped forward, Liborole also moved swiftly to meet him.

The two stopped about two strides from each other.

At this distance, Liborole could clearly see Rangbang's wide-open eyes, while Rangbang could see Liborole's clenched jaw.

As for the amplification monk, he ran over with a specially made tin megaphone, broadcasting their entire dialogue.

Rangbang was the first to speak: "It's not the Holy Alliance monopolizing the market, it's the guilds. It's just that your monopoly was early enough that everyone has forgotten!"

As soon as Rangbang finished his last word, Liborole immediately retorted: "The Holy Alliance monopolizes, the guilds monopolize, so what's the difference between the Holy Alliance and the Empire? What's the difference between Horn and Constans?!"

"If citizens are superior to others, then what's the difference between citizens and nobles? Just new-fashioned nobles. Aren't you against nobles?"

"I oppose nobles without talent or virtue, but now it's the priests and monks who lack talent and virtue!"

"If that's the case, can you guarantee that the masters in the guild will always have both talent and virtue? On what grounds should the guilds continue to exist?"

The two stared at each other like bulls, nearly pressing their foreheads together.

Their mouths moved rapidly, words like spears piercing back and forth on the battlefield.

Often, just one word from the end of one person's sentence, and the next person would immediately counter.