Ten minutes later.
What happened was that after Stellan parted ways with Teana, he made his way directly to the protesting crowd. Those who were armed with weapons wanted to use them as a means of protest.
When they saw him coming over, those who were waving their weapons worked even harder. As soon as Stellan arrived, he heard the loud voice of a noble.
"Demacia is people-oriented! When people are no longer people-oriented, Demacia will cease to exist! This is the prophecy made by our ancestors, and it is also a trial that we must accept! We must contribute to our people, or else we may lose their support. This will be the most tragic thing that has happened to Demacia since its founding! "
The voice was rather exaggerated, with several inflections. If Stellan didn't know that the speaker was a fallen noble, and that he was the kind of noble who squandered his family's fortune for no reason and wanted to regain his status and wealth through this method, perhaps Stellan would really think that what this person said made sense.
But unfortunately, he wasn't.
He was just an opportunistic bastard who wanted to take advantage of the situation. What annoyed Stellan the most was that there were not only people who wanted to play to the gallery, there were also people who wanted to fish in troubled waters and use the will of the people to do things for themselves.
"That's right. We must make the King understand this. He must understand what the people of Demacia want! Otherwise, the kind and hungry people of Demacia will be hurt! "
An old gentleman shouted. Whether it was his signature beard or his old but lively body, all of them reminded Stellan of how the old gentleman tried to stop his shop from paying taxes and how he preached that taxes would affect the people.
As expected, when Stellan walked over, the old man clenched his fist and waved it in the air. After that, he shouted in a rather impassioned voice, revealing his big mouth with many missing teeth.
"Tax must be reduced! Otherwise, the people of Demacia will be hurt! "
Stellan really didn't know how that old man could shout out such a loud slogan with his leaky mouth.
Stellan shook his head and ignored the old man who wanted to stuff his face with his own and the civilians who were shouting slogans that even he didn't understand. He walked to the front of the crowd.
What he couldn't stand the most were these stupid fellows. They came over after a little encouragement. Didn't they understand that these people were just using their voices to make them work for themselves? They wanted their voices to reach His Majesty's ears. In the end, their requests were ignored and their requests were accepted by the helpless His Majesty.
After all, no one would allow a group of farmers and citizens to meet the King so casually. When the time came, the King would definitely send some representatives. How could they let these people who only cared about their own interests represent them?
Back then, that old man had once yelled 'for the happiness of the young girls' and wantonly criticized the men in Demacia for not having the courage to fight. Then, he proposed to reduce the taxes of his shop so that he could give the girls in his shop a higher salary. But what was the result? The girls' wages were even lower because they had participated in the previous event, but he had really reduced their taxes.
This time around, it was just a repeat of the event.
Stellan was disgusted by this. This was a bad thing for the King's Wechat and the entire country. But how could those farmers and citizens speak up? How could the King not be deceived by those bastards?
He didn't understand, so he could only try his best to reduce the number of times these people appeared before the King.
He stood in front of the crowd, coughed, and shouted out loudly.
"The palace is on fire! If you don't want to be treated as a suspect! Then leave as soon as possible! If you don't leave now, you will be treated as a dangerous person and dealt with directly! "
As his voice fell, the Demacian Iron Guards behind him stood in a neat row and pointed the spears in their hands at those people. But the part that gave Stellan the most headache had finally arrived.
Because this would be the best time for these people to perform. Only when he admitted defeat after the confrontation, proving that they were 'not afraid of power' and helping them to establish their image, these bastards would not leave.
"The Demacians are not afraid of spears!"
That noble stood in front of the spears passionately.
"The real Demacians are fearless!"
This was the old man who wanted to reduce the taxes.
"For the sake of Demacia, we will walk on this path of thorns without hesitation! We want to see the King! We want to tell him the real Demacia! "
This was a sincere request, because Stellan had never seen this person in the previous protests. Moreover, he had not said anything before, only standing there silently. But when the weapons appeared, this hooded woman was the first to appear.
But wearing a hood near the palace was too suspicious, so Stellan wanted to chase this woman away first, and then talk to her about how dangerous what she was doing now was. He wanted to let this woman who had a good figure understand what she was doing now. Oh, if she really had any difficulties, he wouldn't mind helping her out. This wasn't because she was wearing a long robe that couldn't hide her good figure, but as a true Demacian, he couldn't just stand by and watch as his own compatriots suffered without doing anything.
So Stellan did not negotiate like before, but waved his hand.
"I'll give you 10 seconds! Guards, get ready! "
He began to count, and the guards with spears in their hands also began to move towards the panicking civilians. Meanwhile, some 'loyal soldiers' finally appeared beside those impassioned leaders. They pulled and hugged those who had fallen into a rage, as if wondering why Demacia would commit such a violent act. But their bodies were still irreversibly pulled closer to the crowd, allowing those civilians who were shouting slogans to stand on the frontline.
While the civilians who were pushed by the people behind them were terrified, they had no way to retreat, and could only 'bravely' resist with the help of the people behind them.
If it were any other time, after a few civilians who still refused to retreat, or those who had bad brains or bad luck, this matter would be considered over. As long as the demands of some of the leaders were satisfied, the deaths of a few civilians would not be a problem at all. But what he did not notice was that just as his guards were adjusting their pace to prevent any idiots from bumping into the tip of the spears, some red light suddenly shone from the hood of the woman who he thought highly of.
The eyes of the woman that were hidden under the hood were flashing with scarlet radiance. Meanwhile, one of the civilians who had been trying to retreat suddenly became infuriated all of a sudden.
"It's all your fault that we don't have food to eat!"
The idler was suddenly enraged. He didn't blame himself for idling around. Instead, he hated Demacia for meddling in other people's business. He subconsciously pushed his spear, only to find that his spear had slid past the cheek of a soldier.
This incident left everyone dumbfounded. Be it the guards or him, all of them were stunned as they looked at this scene in disbelief. And at the next moment, Stellan's voice rang out.
"Put down your weapons, or you will be killed without mercy!"
Whether or not one resisted was a very important matter. These people were all old faces of protest, which was why they were not captured the moment they gathered. But now, things were different. They who had displayed an aggressive stance must be treated seriously to prevent others from having the same thoughts.
"I don't want to attack the palace!"
The hooligan roared, wanting to express his grievance.
"Why did you come to the Sixth District?"
This was what happened. After Stellan separated from Teana, he walked directly to the protesting crowd, those who had weapons and wanted to use them to protest.
And after seeing him coming over, the people who were waving their weapons worked even harder. And as soon as he walked over, he heard the high-pitched voice of a noble.
"Demacia is people-oriented! When people are no longer people-oriented, Demacia will cease to exist! This is the prophecy made by our ancestors, and it is also a training that we must accept! We must contribute to our people, or else we may lose their support. This will be the most tragic thing that has happened since the founding of Demacia! "
This voice was rather exaggerated, with several twists and turns. It was really impassioned. If it weren't for the fact that the speaker was a fallen noble who had squandered his family's fortune for no reason and wanted to regain his status and wealth through this method, perhaps he would have thought that this person's words made sense.
But unfortunately, he was not.
He wasn't. He was just a bastard who wanted to take advantage of the situation. And what irritated him the most was that among these people, there were not only people who wanted to play to the gallery, there were also people who wanted to fish in troubled waters and use the will of the people to do things for themselves.
"That's right, we must make the king understand this, understand what the people of Demacia want! Otherwise, the kind and hungry people of Demacia will be hurt! "
An old gentleman shouted. Whether it was his signature beard or his old but lively body, all of them reminded Stellan of how the old gentleman tried to stop his shop from paying taxes and how he preached that taxes would affect the people.
Sure enough, when Stellan walked over, the old man clenched his fist and waved it in the air. Then, he shouted in a rather impassioned voice, revealing his big mouth with many missing teeth.
"Tax must be reduced! Otherwise, the people of Demacia will be hurt! "
Stellan really did not know how that old man could shout out such a loud slogan with his leaky mouth.
Stellan shook his head and ignored that old face that wanted to stuff his face with his own, as well as those civilians who were shouting slogans that even he did not understand. Then, he walked to the front of the crowd.
The ones he could not stand the most were these stupid people. They were just encouraged by the slightest bit and walked over. Did they not understand that these people were just using their voices to make them work for themselves, so that their voices could reach the ears of His Majesty the King? In the end, their requests would be ignored, and their requests would be accepted by the helpless His Majesty the King.
After all, no one would allow a bunch of farmers and civilians to meet the king so casually. When that time comes, some representatives would definitely be sent out. And to let these people who were only doing it for their own benefit represent them?
Get rid of them. Back then, that old man had once shouted 'for the happiness of the young ladies' and wantonly criticized the men of Demacia for not having the courage to fight. Then, he proposed to reduce the taxes of his shop so that Stellan could pay the girls of his shop a higher salary. But what was the result? The girls' salary was even lower because they had participated in the previous event. However, the taxes were really reduced by him.
This time around, it was just another repeat of the event.
Stellan was very disgusted by this. This was a bad thing for the King's Wechat and the entire country. But how could those farmers and civilians speak up? How could the King not be deceived by those bastards?
He did not understand. Therefore, he could only try his best to reduce the number of times these people appeared before the King.
He stood in front of the crowd, coughed, and shouted out loudly.
"The palace is on fire! If you don't want to be treated as a suspect! Then leave as soon as possible! If you don't leave now, you will be treated as a dangerous person and dealt with directly! "
As his voice fell, the Demacian Iron Guards behind him stood in a neat row and pointed the spears in their hands at those people. But the part that gave Stellan the most headache had finally arrived.
Because this would be the best moment for these people to put on a show. Only when he admitted defeat after the confrontation, proving that they were 'not afraid of power' and helping them to establish their own image, these bastards would not leave.
"Demacians are not afraid of spears!"
That noble stood in front of the spears in an impassioned manner.
"The real Demacians are fearless!"
This was the old man who wanted to reduce the taxes.
"For Demacia, we will walk on this path of thorns without hesitation! We want to see the King! We want to tell him the real Demacia! "
This was a sincere request, because Stellan had never seen this person in the previous protests. Moreover, he did not say anything before this and only stood there silently. But when the weapons appeared, this hooded woman was the first to appear.
But wearing a hood near the palace was too suspicious. Therefore, Stellan wanted to chase this woman away first. Then, he would talk to her about how dangerous what she was doing now was so that this woman with a good figure would understand what she was doing. Oh, if she really had any difficulties, he wouldn't mind helping her out. This wasn't because she was wearing a long robe that couldn't hide her good figure, but as a true Demacian, he couldn't just stand by and watch as his own compatriots suffered without doing anything.
So, Stellan did not negotiate like before. Instead, he waved his hand.
"I'll give you 10 seconds! Guards, get ready! "
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