in the name of the queen

Chapter 149 Unequal Treaties

A sin that resulted in the deaths of tens of thousands of people.

If it were a civilized era where the people were enlightened, this would be a very serious accusation. However, this is an era where monarchy and theocracy are rampant.

Death during migration is easy to explain.

It can be directly converted into the price of pursuing faith.

Crimes of this level have been committed by three major religious organizations and several major empires.

Hettingson coughed slightly and was about to speak, but Christine had already spoken.

"The bloody migration in your country's history caused at least hundreds of thousands of deaths, and countless migrations that caused tens of thousands of losses. What qualifications do you have to stand on the moral high ground and accuse me?"

"I will do my best to ensure food and accommodation during the migration, personally provide treatment for the sick and wounded, and let the temple warriors ensure safety."

"I will do whatever I can. If someone unfortunately dies on the way, I will also pray for them and lead atonement prayers so that their souls can be saved."

"With so many people cooperating with you to perform, you have to count the money. We help you solve such a big trouble, so we have to count the money. We don't want to blackmail you. If you give us 150,000 pounds, we will cooperate happily."

It’s trading time, don’t act like a saint.

You Sussexes did it too!
We are all crows, don’t laugh at who is darker.

Although Christine’s words don’t sound good, they are also true.

She does have the right to speak loudly.

The Sussex Empire has a history of more than 700 years. With such a long history, it is not surprising that there have been several tyrants and foolish kings.

"Roland, tell me."

Kristine took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "The expenses are shared equally between the two families. Why?"

In the barbaric era when civilians were not considered human beings, everyone had done this kind of thing.

Her meaning was obvious.

Can faith be eaten? Stop scaring people with such nonsense.

Sif was not angry at Christine's words, she even smiled.

Sif felt confident and spoke tit-for-tat.

She looked at Sif without flinching, without the slightest hint of timidity.

"Everything has a price. As long as you have a bright heart, these difficulties can be overcome."

"You are right, this kind of tragedy has happened countless times in the past."

"We should not repeat the tragedies of the past, so I brought hundreds of transport ships. I can provide the best migration and resettlement conditions. This cannot be replaced by shouting empty slogans."

If we really want to expose the truth, no one will be clean.

Seeing that Christine was choked and speechless, Sif said coldly: "This is my biggest concession. You will handle the ceremony, and I will take the person away. The expenses will be shared equally between the two families."

He didn't speak, but wanted to see how Sif would react.

Roland secretly complained that this is the standard thinking of a magician. As long as the faith is firm, nothing can be done. Failure to do so means that the faith is not firm.

Christine almost fainted.

Isn’t this considered blackmail?

The annual income of the Western Diocese of the Wende Empire where she is located is only this amount.

She bit her lip and said, "This is indeed not blackmail, but naked blackmail!"

Sif didn't like hearing this. She stood in front of Roland and glanced at Christine's chest coldly, and said disdainfully:
"Whatever you say, are you qualified to refuse?"

Christine's expression changed.

With her current strength, it would be better if she clashed with Roland Siff without being completely wiped out.

Hettingson kept giving her winks, signaling her to stop talking and accept it quickly. If she kept speaking harder, she might get beaten harder.

Kristine bit her lip, thought for a moment and said slowly:
"Sif, I want to debate the scriptures with you. If I win, I will take him away."

"Did you lose?" Sif was curious.

"Then I'll release him, and I'll pay all the relocation expenses." Christine said flatly. Sif was a little curious, where did this guy get his confidence?
Debating about scriptures is a literary struggle within the same religious school, but a military struggle across religions.

Whoever wins the fight wins the debate.

I have never heard of an eighth-level saint in the Temple of Light. Is she looking for death?

Sif was about to accept it, but Roland pulled her back and stood in front of her.

"Miss Christine, if you do not accept the conditions, you can return to the ship and prepare for war. Imperial soldiers must fight when they encounter the enemy!"

"you!"

Kristine was so angry, what does this mean, she won’t even accept a fair duel?

Roland said calmly: "We are not of the same religion. We are both heretics. Killing each other does not require additional responsibility. It can even be meritorious if done properly. You should understand this."

Christine's face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper.

Roland is indeed shameless.

Roland is not an ordinary person. He has a high position of authority. Even if there is a conflict between the two parties, there is a high probability that the Holy Court of Light will not make Roland pay a heavy price.

Even if Roland really paid the price, she wouldn't be able to see it.

With the current comparison of forces, it would be difficult to imagine that the entire army would not be wiped out.

After all, this is a water battle. The Sussex Navy can navigate all over the world, so why is it afraid of inland artillery battles?
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Hettingson quickly stepped forward to stop it.

"Christine, control your anger!"

"Governor Roland, I have remembered your friendship. It is unwise for you to offend the entire Holy Palace of Light for these 30,000 refugees."

Roland chuckled and said calmly: "Bishop Hettingson is really good at joking. I took hundreds of boats and thousands of people out to pick up people, and I also prepared tens of thousands of people for support, but you want me to return empty-handed. It was you who offended me, not me who offended you."

Heitingson was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He stared at Roland, holding his harsh words in his mouth before he stopped abruptly.

Harsh words without strength are just jokes, so it’s better not to say them.

He took a long breath and said slowly: "Okay, okay, I, Hettingson, hereby solemnly swear an oath."

Before he could finish the oath, Roland slowly shook his head, "I don't believe in the oaths of clergy."

"Then what do you want?" Hettingson couldn't hide his anger.

"Sign a treaty and agree on all the details of its execution. No one can deny it."

Hettingson was silent for a moment and asked slowly: "Aren't you afraid that I will just abandon the contract?"

"You can try."

Roland said calmly: "When I come to collect debts, I will have to pay a fine."

Hettingson was very angry with Roland, but he couldn't object.

The situation is better than people.

Roland took out a pen and paper and carefully wrote the treaty in the language of the Magic Empire.

The Magic Empire has been dead for many years, and their language has stopped evolving and is almost dead.

But the magic empire language is good because it is dead and will not produce new ambiguities.

This precise language is often used in formal treaties.

Hettingson grimly signed an unequal treaty with Roland that was destined to go down in history.

The treaty very clearly stipulates the obligations and rights of the contracting parties, as well as the method and time limit for the delivery of compensation, as well as the amount of penalties if delivery cannot be made.

Looking at the huge liquidated damages set by Roland, Hettingson felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Candidate Saint Christine had a cold face after signing the treaty, biting her lip to prevent herself from making any sound.

She was afraid that she couldn't help but curse others.

(End of this chapter)