People who once hailed from the same hometown as Rangbang looked at this fellow villager with bewildered and unrecognizing eyes.

Is this really Rangbang? That honest and timid young man from the farm?

Just as Horn once said, war is a tool that strengthens national character.

Under immense pressure, old ideas must be updated, and previously disjointed people must unite.

Rangbang, like a dull piece of iron, has been honed through three years as a representative, hammered by the bloodless night, and tempered by a year of war, finally becoming a sharp sword in this moment.

As time passed, gradually, people began to feel that the situation had changed.

Everyone could see that Rangbang, who had previously stumbled over words, was speaking more fluently, as if he had grown taller.

Liborole, despite his imposing stance, found beads of sweat gathering more densely on his forehead.

The onlookers were already faintly sensing that Liborole's logic was flawed.

He wanted equality and open upward channels but was unwilling to be equal with laborers, unwilling to dissolve guilds to provide rural artisans with avenues for advancement.

Even the numerous representatives and monks on stage were faintly sensing the deeper meaning behind Rangbang's words.

"You merely want equality above you, with strict hierarchy below!"

"Yes, and what of it?" Liborole's collar and underarms were all soaked with sweat, "Citizens are responsible for creating value, farmers are meant to provide the city with food and raw materials, this is the holy father's ordained duty!"

"Hahaha." Rangbang laughed heartily, seemingly illusionary, and people felt there was a hint of sorrow in his laughter.

"You say there's no difference between the Holy Alliance and the Empire? I'll tell you the difference!

The Empire forever prioritizes the welfare of the nobility, while the Thousand River Valley Monarch Country you envision prioritizes the welfare of all citizens, small landowners, and the middle class.

And the Holy Alliance, under His Majesty Horn, is for the welfare of all believers and everyone!"

Watching Rangbang's chest rising and falling, Liborole's eyes blinked rapidly, sweat continually pouring down his face.

Rangbang walked forward slowly, passing by Liborole.

He turned his back on this once close friend, facing the countless people in front of him.

"You lose your hands, the guild will abandon you, but the Holy Alliance won't, it will send you to teach new artisans at the workshop."

"You want to read, the church will only obstruct you, but the Holy Alliance won't, it will offer free literacy classes!"

"Your family is poor, no problem, the Saintess Bank offers interest-free loans under a five-household guarantee."

"Your family is rich, no problem, as long as you pay taxes honestly, no bishop or noble will come to exploit you!"

"High-interest loans are gone, tributes are gone, the Dead Hand Tax is gone, tax cards are gone... the chains that once tightly locked our throats are all gone!"

"What price have we paid? The deaths and injuries of tens of thousands of children, endless bloodshed."

"Do you want to see those things come back? Do you really trust the promises of the Leia and Norn people?"

"Do you remember Duke Dane? Do you remember Constans? Did they fulfill their promises?"

"I only know, His Majesty said he would give you equality, justice, and freedom, and he fulfilled it!"

Rangbang's cracked voice echoed in the square, even Denosov hidden behind the window was momentarily lost.

Not only because this farmer-like person spoke these resounding words, but also because everyone around fell silent.

They all acknowledged these words, at least not daring to refute, unable to find any place to refute them!

Even Liborole stood helplessly on the spot, not knowing what to say in retort.

"Liborole, this useless fool, quickly, call Lungmidi to use the backup measures."

Looking at the situation in the square, Denosov cursed inwardly, this couldn't be allowed to continue.

"From 1444 to 1449, two floods occurred.

The one in 1444, the church did nothing, causing countless believers to starve to death. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The one in 1449, the Black Champion Army risked their lives repairing the Shangruifo County dam, and Holy Alliance monks personally carried sandbags to block the water."

Facing the crowd, Rangbang pointed into the distance.

"If one day a flood comes again and washes away my farm machine workshop, and turns me into a farmer or even a wandering laborer.

At that time, the despotic public won't help me, the church won't help me, the guild won't help me.

Only the Holy Alliance, only the Salvation Army will!

Because they have truly done so.

Only the Holy Alliance is the Holy Alliance of all Holy Alliance people, so the Holy Alliance won't abandon anyone!"

Rangbang's tone slowed, his eyes even glistening: "This is the nation of citizens, the nation of farmers, your nation, and my nation, it is the nation of all of us."

"Soldiers aren't fighting to protect individuals, they fight to protect everyone, and you want to seize their food?" Rangbang waved his arms wildly, shouting to the crowd around the square.

The amplification monk completely ignored the stiff Liborole, excitedly following Rangbang.

The laborers and citizens who had previously plundered military grain lowered their heads, not daring to meet Rangbang's eyes.

"I know, the Holy Alliance is facing challenges at this moment, and everyone is going hungry to support soldiers on the front lines.

You went and robbed the grain transport ships, did the Holy Alliance punish you?

The monks even publicly apologized, saying it was their mistake and promising post-war compensation, only urging you not to rob again.

If it were the nobles, do you believe, heavily armored Knights would have already started trampling the crowd!

Now, you can negotiate peace with Leia, appoint Norn as despot, force the Saint's Grandson to abdicate, dissolve the Thousand River Valley Holy Alliance.

If the Holy Alliance dissolves, when you're hungry again, who will save you then? Hm?"

Rangbang gasped heavily, running from one side of the square to the other, loudly asking each person: "Then, who will save you, the nobility or the guild? Leia or Norn?"

The previously chaotic crowd now fell silent as night.

Many citizens who had participated in the looting turned their backs, or shamefully hid their faces under their arms.

"Who else can save you?" Trembling hands removed the felt hat from his head, and Rangbang threw the hat on the ground with a sharp thud.

"Who else?!"