Chapter 1780

When Mel appeared in the sky with 14 demigods, it was natural for everything to follow. No matter who had any idea, when he saw the sky, the strong man who was frightening, he had to weigh it up.

Mel took over the position of Archduke, publicly tried the former Archduke Lewis, announced his conspiracy with Daguang Mingjiao, and gave his power to the church. This is against the interests of all nobles, because all the dirty water is poured on them.

With the death of Archbishop Hooke, the pillar of this area has been lost, that is to say, even the true God incarnation came out to seal the monster instead of killing it.

The fierce power of the monster still deterred all the people in the whole King City. Because of this change and the call of faith, a large number of people fled the King City.

Some of the great nobles moved their families. Along the road, families of all sizes could be seen everywhere. Most of them were at a loss. However, under the firm belief, they still set out stubbornly towards the real land God OBIS.

Of course, there is some money in these. The real civilians do not have a certain family background to rush on the road. They only starve to death on the road.

A large number of assets were sold off in the royal city. In addition, the monster standing in the Royal Palace caused panic, and the people piled up supplies one after another. As a result, the price of grain rose rapidly. For a time, many people who intended to wait and see were moved to escape.

However, on the third day, Mel opened the national treasury and took out military reserves, and the rising trend of food prices finally stopped.

However, some people saw the business opportunities and began to buy a large number of grain. A large number of grain that had not entered the market had been seized by the nobles and then accumulated.

Food is still rising uncontrollably, rumors of King City are everywhere, and ordinary people are even more at a loss how to deal with the collapse of such buildings.

Viscount gilet's house in the city.

Jellett: Ladies and gentlemen, what's the news about the new Archduke

"What else can he do? The countries around him can't do anything but turn to us." Said Viscount Schubert with a sneer.

He may be able to fight, but when it comes to governance, he does not rely on us as well. " Another old man said.

"Mr. administrator, he brought in such a group of foreigners and entrusted them with important tasks. Isn't he a spy of the Hai nationality?"

"That's not true. If it's a spy, the two guardians won't be able to take his turn, but it's estimated that it's just taking advantage of the situation. There must be an agreement to transfer benefits. Anyway, we should let him understand that he is on our side."

That's right. He can't run the country without our cooperation. "

Here are all the core classes of the royal city. They are extremely sensitive to the new Archduke's attention to the alien race, which threatens their status.

So in a short time, they formed an alliance, and they can't compete with each other in terms of strength. However, since it's their own people, you can't deal with them with a knife.

However, after playing politics all their lives, they united to deal with a newly appointed and inexperienced Archduke. They had a lot of money, connections and even could make Mel's orders impossible.

This is their real energy. Monarchs have always wanted to rule the world together with these big aristocratic groups. Now you are not in the right position, and you can't share their cake with others.

"The price of food has risen to one silver dollar and one pound. According to this situation, the city will collapse completely in less than a month, and he will be able to sit still." Former Prime Minister priness gave the prediction.

The crowd laughed. These people are not only making money to help others, but also making their own demands for their own interests. The combined power is enough to make the Duke feel scared.

By the second week, the grain had soared to two silver coins a pound, and more people appeared on the road. Less than half of the military reserve grain could enter the market, but without exception, it would be snapped up by the surrounding aristocracy.

Ordinary people can't squeeze in at all. It's no use crying for their parents. The soldiers are all angry and dare not speak up. In fact, the noble servants are much more arrogant than them. They dare to slap them in the face if they don't like them.

Under such circumstances, Mel called the new wind guild into the palace and organized a special picket force of 3000 people, one armed with a shield and the other with a stick, to maintain order.

Liszt, wearing the same uniform, was walking down the street with a team of ten people. Although it was only a short time before dawn, the biggest food shop on the street was already full of people at the door.

A new batch of grain reserves will be delivered soon. Everyone will come for this. Even if it goes up to two silver coins a pound, they will have to eat it. Even if there is surplus grain, it's not safe. Now it's one price, and maybe they can't afford it tomorrow.

However, a group of bad servants came down from the carriage before the grain was delivered, and a group of people forced their way in. The people who were pushed away dare not to be angry, and some begged for help.

As soon as the sale started, these people in uniform servant clothes immediately began to move bags out, and soon loaded most of the cars.

The people at the scene turned black and clenched their fists one by one. Someone whispered a warning: "don't be impulsive. It's the servant of the former Prime Minister's family. If you can't make trouble, you'll lose your life." This kind of news in the continuous dissemination, but also let the other party more arrogant, the leader of the man was an old man tangled impatient, kick each other down, is still not willing to give up in scolding: "not long eye is not, delay my family's affairs, you die ten times are not enough to regret." Raise your foot and kick it, "stop!" He looked up and saw that Liszt and his party, dressed in the city guard's clothes, with a shield and a stick in their hands, were bluffing. But in their eyes, it's a joke. They don't care about the real weapons. The leader sneers and kicks them. Suddenly, a figure flashed over. Before he could see his head clearly, he got a stick. He stepped back three steps and touched his forehead. His hands were full of blood and his skull seemed to be broken. He yelled and pointed at each other: "you, you dare to hit me, you're dead, Lord priness no ~" "bang!" Another stick hit him on the hand. "You dare to attack the palace guard. It must be a plot against the grand public. Hurry to arrest and torture!" What palace guard? " Before these angry servants could react, Liszt rushed up with ten of his men and swung the big stick.