People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

Chapter 56: Who dares!

For the people of Ursus, 1096 is undoubtedly a year worth remembering.

In this year, Ursus encountered the longest winter. Strong winds and blizzards swept every corner of the empire. The extreme low temperature took away countless lives.

Every household needed to be heated, and no matter how much fuel they prepared, there was not enough fuel, so vendors began to increase prices again and again until residents could no longer afford it.

In order to save fuel, residents of Shengjunbao began to go up the mountain to collect firewood. Some people focused on the green belts, while others sawed down billboards on the road and took them home.

But even so, the cold winter has not been overcome.It was always so cold outside that many people lost their jobs.

It was another winter day, hundreds of citizens lost their lives, and hundreds of families were broken up.

The unbearable citizens took to the streets, starting with a few young people who chanted "lower fuel costs" and waved flags, starting in the St. Peter's district.

During this process, citizens continued to join the team. They were civilians who could not afford heating costs and wanted the government to intervene.

Two hours later, the march was unprecedentedly large, with nearly tens of thousands of Ursus citizens walking out of their homes. Braving heavy snow and low temperatures, they gathered together and loudly shouted their demands.

"Lower fuel costs, we want fuel costs to go back to two months ago!"

"My little son froze to death because the merchant sold it too expensively. We couldn't afford it!"

Breathing out the heat and inhaling the cold, they continued along the streets until they came to Ursus Square.

Passing through Ursus Square, you will come to the Duma, which is dedicated to the discussion of nobles, where the emperor of the Ursus people, their "little daddy", lives.

When the citizens of Ursus stood in the square, they gathered into a dark cloud. They thought of the heroic man who stood on the high platform in the past. They thought of the emperor who mourned the dead and provided aid to the living.

If it were that emperor, he would definitely not care about our life or death.

In the minds of citizens, such an idea emerged.It’s no wonder they thought so. As ordinary people, they had no chance of contacting the emperor.

In those specious rumors, the emperor of Ursus was benevolent, generous, and he was the embodiment of a saint.

"We want to see our little daddy, and we want His Majesty to make the decision for us!"

someone shouted

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please listen to our cry and please save us!"

Someone knelt down, and then a group of people knelt down in unison.In the front row, several citizens stood holding a huge portrait of Fyodor.

"Let His Majesty the Emperor come out and take charge of those corrupt officials."

Facing the fanatical crowd, the Ursus soldiers on guard were already in place. They quietly set up their crossbows. Then, groups of soldiers ran out from Duma. They were wearing heavy armor and masks. , holding a scimitar and a shield in his hands.

As the troops guarding the Council, they are the elite of Ursus, and each of them can be worth ten.

The leading officer put on his mask, looked down at the communication equipment, and then gave the order.

"Tear gas allowed"

The big shots have spoken, they don't want to hear the cries of the untouchables.

In an instant, dozens of small jars were thrown into the crowd. They emitted a pungent smell and plunged the crowd into panic and chaos.

Citizens felt their skin and eyes burning, and they couldn't help coughing, crying while coughing.

Ursus Square is very wide, and the tear gas did not achieve the expected results. After surviving the first wave of threats, these citizens became more manic and cursed.

"You jackals, you only make us pay taxes, but you won't say a word for us."

"Just wait, His Majesty will hang you."

Thousands of people began to move forward, and they soon clashed with soldiers and saw the situation become increasingly sensitive.

At this moment, the officer frowned, he could not let the situation get completely out of control.

He showed a look of disgust. Sure enough, these beasts of burden can only feel fear when they see blood and killing.

"preparation!"

The officer raised his hands and gave instructions to the crossbowman behind him

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In Dumane, Fyodor was listening to Werther's financial report, and beside him sat a large number of nobles.

Suddenly, Fyodor looked up and looked out the window. He heard some discordant sound, as if someone was shouting something.

"···emperor"

Fyodor pricked up his ears. He focused more on the outdoors, so this time, he heard clearly.

Outside, the shout was:

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please save us"

The emperor crossed his hands, his expression gradually becoming serious.

This is the Duma, far away from Ursus Square, and there must be a lot of citizens gathered outside.

Seemingly noticing the change in Fyodor's mood, a new noble next to him smiled and explained to Fyodor

"Your Majesty, you don't need to pay too much attention. It's just a group of mobs venting their dissatisfaction."

“They didn’t have money to buy fuel for the winter, so they gathered to cause trouble.”

The nobleman showed disdain

"It's not that they don't work hard enough. If they work a few more hours, they won't be unable to pay for fuel."

Fyodor nodded, but he quickly noticed something was wrong

Wait, can't afford the fuel?

Fyodor Regardless of how expensive the fuel cost is, simply not having fuel is unimaginable to Fyodor.

You know, under the influence of natural disasters, the temperature in Ursus has become extremely cold, and the average temperature in Holy Castle has reached minus [-] degrees.

In this case, not having fuel for the winter was quite fatal.

The extreme low temperature will fill the room with cold air, making bedding and blankets lose their effectiveness. Without a stove to dissipate heat, the elderly and children simply cannot survive this winter.

Fyodor stood up, showing a stern expression. He nodded to Speaker Witte, and then strode out of the Duma.

This move attracted the attention of the nobles. They whispered, but seeing that Werther had no intention of stopping the report, they sat down patiently and continued to listen.

In the corridor, Fyodor walked forward quickly, with guards constantly following Fyodor. Several warlocks spread their vision, and they loyally guarded Fyodor.

At the very back of Ursus Square, the crowd was in a mess. Seeing their stupid appearance, the officer finally lost his last patience.

He lowered his arms

"Start shooting"

The crossbowmen put their arrows on the string, they aimed at the target, and prepared to fire.

At this moment, an extremely majestic and angry voice came.

"Let's see who dares to shoot!"

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Chapter 57: Wish for the Sun (Free Chapter)

In Ursus Square, the marching crowd faced the crossbows and screamed.

After the officer gave the order, the crossbow was loaded, and the crowd wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

The organizer at the front opened his hands, trying to use his body to block the crossbow arrows for those behind him, although this was in vain.

A tragedy was about to happen, everyone was sure.

Until that figure walked out of the Winter Palace, until that beam of light shone on everyone.

"Let's see who dares to shoot!"

His voice was loud and majestic, with some undeniable power that impressed people immediately.

The entire venue fell into a brief silence, as if something great was coming.

Everyone turned their heads and looked into the distance, towards the handsome middle-aged man.

Some people had expressions of astonishment, some had tears streaming down their faces, and some felt fear.

The crossbowmen froze in place. They slowly removed their fingers from the trigger, and then lowered the crossbow. Everyone, including the officers, saluted respectfully.

"God save the Tsar"

Fyodor glanced at the officer disdainfully, as if he were looking at an untamed dog.

"Colonel Guy, you are so impressive."

In front of the emperor, the officer lowered his head in horror. He was just a dog of the big shot, and now, the big shot's order was invalid.

"Your Majesty, I dare not..."

Guy knew that he had offended the emperor, and if Fyodor wanted to pursue him, he would not be held responsible. He could only show respect by showing his surrender.

Seeing the officer's submissive look, Feodor snorted coldly, showing an expression of disgust, then walked around him and walked towards the people.

In the square, the citizens couldn't help but remain silent. They raised their heads, stretched their necks, and looked at the figure in the distance.

The figure finally came closer. He walked down the steps and finally appeared in front of the citizens of Ursus.

Several times, guards tried to stop Fyodor. They wanted to tell the emperor that it would be difficult to ensure the emperor's safety if he got too close to the citizens.

But in the end, no one dared to step forward to stop him. In Fyodor, the guards felt a majesty similar to that of the late emperor.

Snowflakes fell in droves and landed on Fyodor's shoulders.When the citizens got a real look at Fyodor, they found that the emperor was not as graceful and luxurious as they imagined. Fyodor's coat was a bit old and had been washed again and again, and the shirt inside was patched several times.

As far as clothing is concerned, Fyodor's luxury is not even as luxurious as that of some minor nobles.

"My people, your emperor stands here!"

Fyodor's voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating.

Not far away from him, the citizens who were shivering from the cold stood upright with excited expressions on their faces.

They knew that His Majesty the Emperor was different from those corrupt officials, and that His Majesty the Emperor was on their side.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and then almost all the citizens knelt down. They praised Fyodor’s name and respected him as the king of the people.

The cold stone slabs were filled with people kneeling in worship. They were longing for justice, and they were longing for a sun.

And Fyodor, he will respond to the expectations of the people.

Chapter 57: Wish for the Sun

"Stand up, my people"

Upon hearing the emperor's order, the kneeling citizens stood up and looked at Fyodor with either fanaticism or admiration.

In the hearts of the Ursus people, the emperor is the embodiment of perfection. He will rectify justice and punish all injustices.

If the emperor cannot be trusted, if the emperor has already fallen, then who can they pray to?

The answer to this question is related to the future of Ursus.

In the sight of the citizens, Fyodor spoke slowly.

"Not long ago, I was listening to a report in the Duma. The nobles wanted to set up a relief society. They wanted to give me a plan that 'one day everyone will be saved.'"

His voice suddenly rose

"is it possible?"