They didn't conceal anything, and clearly displayed their family crest.

"Bang!"

Ge Angqi finally slammed his cane heavily on the ground in a fit of rage, revealing the rapier hidden within.

"Playing this game with me, are you?" Picking up the rapier, Ge Angqi's eyes were burning with anger, "Fine, fine.

Issue an order, the rioters involved, the gendarmes can make immediate decisions and kill on sight!

A bounty of 3 gold pounds on each rioter; if a participating rioter brings back the head of another, not only will they be pardoned, but the prize will be paid in full by me!"

......

While Ge Angqi was in a fit of rage, Denosov, who had initiated the riot in advance, was not looking well.

Still hiding in the attic of a civilian house, he continued to peer outside through the crack of a window.

The scene outside now was truly not his intention.

The main aim of Denosov's visit to the Thousand River Valley was to pave the way for the arrival of the army from Bear Castle Territory.

The local opposition force's main objective was to cause chaos and change the ruler, anyone but Horn.

The plan was initially to create chaos through re-elections and publicizing contracts. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Then, amidst the chaos, seizing army provisions and weapons, transporting them to the nobles to instigate uprisings in the countryside, cut off logistics routes, and capture towns.

Currently, the main battle group of the Holy Alliance was pinned down at the Nao'an River defense line, and there were rumors of victory on the northern front, the truth of which was unknown.

But even if they had repelled the Border Knight Order, there were still over ten thousand troops from Bear Castle Territory.

Thus, the road could be cut off, completely disrupting the internal transportation routes of the Holy Alliance.

But Denosov had not anticipated that Rangbang's single speech surprisingly made Ge Angqi and many delegates change their minds.

Isn't yours a democratic system? Doesn't your Advisory Council belong to Gallar? Is there a need for such loyalty?

Don't forget, they don't have much armed force in their hands.

Empty rhetoric like "Holy Alliance Lovers" had been uttered by Denosov countless times.

"The Pope loves mankind," "The King is naturally gifted with the ability to love," "The Great Monarch loves a person every day," and so on.

Why do you still believe it?

However, Denosov could no longer control it.

At this moment, if Ge Angqi makes a decisive decision, a few more shots from the coast defense cannons and the city riot would be over.

Without the city riot, how could they seize the gold from Saintess Bank or capture military provisions and weapons amidst the chaos?

The only option was to use alternative plans to surround and kill the Advisory Council, City Hall, and other high-level officials here.

Damn it, Rapids City is after all a land and water central hub, and being in a state of war, a large-scale mobilization of Norn people would arouse suspicion.

The actual people Denosov could use were not many, hence he intended to coerce the populace into a riot.

If the delegates managed to escape now, it would be all over.

Fortunately, the delegates were currently huddled tightly on the crowded streets.

With a team of dozens of knights in front of them, these delegates had no way to escape.

At the current pace, when the subsequent noble knights arrive from the outskirts, it would be enough to control them.

"Liborole, what a worthless fool." All Denosov could do was vent his anger over the failed original plan on Liborole.

"And that Rangbang, tell Langmedes and Van der Vein, don't let him get away!"

Denosov was extremely resentful of Rangbang, if not for him, there wouldn't have been these risks.

......

Our army has won!

Van der Vein clearly realized this.

The delegates were completely surrounded, as long as they captured this group of delegates and senior clergy, through coercion and enticement, they could open the vault of the Saintess Bank.

You must understand, that is all their property.

Van der Vein knew, however, that this wealth was just passing through, as it still needed to be fully prepared for investing in soldiers and weapons.

Not that they were noble or understood cherishing their soldiers, it was only because Horn and his men had been here before.

The only regret might be that Her Highness Moliat was disheartened.

Compared to the unfamiliar Norn people, though they might be gentler than Moliat, Van der Vein still preferred Moliat.

After all, he had been running around for Moliat's comeback, and such an investment and support would surely yield ample returns from Her Highness Moliat.

In contrast, with the Norn people, he was just a sycophant riding the wave.

What a pity, what a pity.

Shaking his head, Van der Vein refocused his attention on what was before him.

Under the encirclement of numerous knights, many delegates were captured, and more monks were dragged to death by vengeful knights using warhorses.

Dismounting and standing before a despairing monk, Van der Vein laughed: "Do you remember me?"

The monk, battered beyond recognition, opened his eyes: "Who are you?"

Van der Vein removed his helmet, revealing his face: "Back then, you led troops over and seized my family estate. And now? Well, now you..."

"Bang."

A tar-covered oar struck Van der Vein's head heavily, and blood immediately flowed from the top of his head.

"Ah!" In pain, he covered his forehead, reflexively turning and striking with his sword.

A boatman fell dazedly to the ground.

"Are you all mad?" Van der Vein had taken a hit from an oar but never expected to be struck by a civilian.

But behind him, there were groups of laborers and dock workers.

The support turned out to be a group of laborers.

A long spear thrust forward, and a bare-chested boatman wielded a tarred oar horizontally, pushing it back.

On the rooftops on either side, women cradled stones in their aprons, hurling the heavy rocks at the attacking nobles like catapults.

"Speaker, go!" The leader, however, was Carl. He donned an old three-quarter armor, swung a massive sword, and beheaded the knight before him with one stroke.

"Where did they come from?"

"These are farmers, laborers, and short-term workers from the nearby suburbs."

"Speaker, you must go. These nobles couldn't win before, and they certainly can't win now!"

"We are here to defend constitutionalism."

With the help of these laborers and the suburban Defensive Army, the aristocratic knights were unexpectedly disoriented, and indeed a path was opened.

Like a dam breaking, the crowd surged through the gap, ebbing out in a swell with the delegates.

After cutting down a boatman with his sword, Van der Vein shouted in disbelief: "Do you know what constitutionalism is?"

"Constitutionalism means my children won't be squeezed dry, my family can live in a warm big house, and no one will harass us."

These laborers from suburban and even remote rural areas picked up drying rods and oars, roaring and charging towards them.

Although they couldn't repel these extraordinary knights, they could buy enough space for the gendarmes and Night Watchers.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Where did the urgent hoofbeats come from? Van der Vein turned his head and saw a black-armored rider charging down the street corner.

This silhouette, this posture, this familiar armor — there's no mistake, it's Her Highness Moliat!

Not only that, but behind Her Highness Moliat came a throng of knights!

"Wonderful." Van der Vein felt the urge to cry.

Although he didn't understand why Her Highness Moliat was here, her arrival signified that she was finally willing to act.

"Her Highness Moliat is here; the Thousand River Valley is safe!"

"Her Highness Moliat is here; glory has returned."

Van der Vein, even neglecting the barely alive Liborole and Rangbang before him, strode swiftly towards the direction of the black-armored female knight.

More nobles and knights, even tearful on the spot, began to cheer.

"Long live Her Highness Moliat!"

"Long live! Our Highness has returned!"

Van der Vein removed his helmet, enthusiastically waving at the approaching person: "Her Highness Moliat..."

"Swish——"

The previous cheering halted as if an invisible hand had gripped the throats of the nobles and knights, rendering them speechless.

The horse's hooves trampled over Van der Vein's headless corpse without a pause.

As for Van der Vein's head, it was still flying through the air.

It wasn't until the warhorse stopped that his head hit the ground, rolling several times before stopping beneath a tree.

On that face, there was still a mix of euphoria and astonishment.

The female knight lifted her visor, revealing platinum blonde hair by her temples, causing a stir.

That female knight's face bore no mask, and her figure, movements, even the curve of her jawline were identical to Moliat.

But why did this face appear so young?

Swallowing hard, a Hundred Households Captain with a steward's background cautiously asked: "Her Highness Moliat?"

"I am Carrie Gallar, the Purification Leader of the Purification Court. You have been charged with the crime of great disrespect and treason." The woman named Carrie pulled down her helmet's visor, "In fifteen minutes, if you are still standing, you will be executed on sight!"