On February 22, thousands of vehicles suddenly poured into vidava. These vehicles are various and varied: some wheels are made of wicker, others have no spokes and are chiseled out of a whole piece of wood; There are four wheeled carts of farmers and light carriages of nobles.

    Guests with titles and high status bring servants, family and gifts, while those with low status or simply mixed food and drink are empty handed.

    Bachit took people to light countless fires in the square, and people used them for cooking. The lids of barrels of wine are opened and piled in the open air. Anyone who wants to drink will scoop up a ladle.

    As the LORD had not yet appeared, vidava was crowded everywhere, people were crowded and in a mess, and the voices were noisy and buzzing like a beehive.

    Some Jews, Austrians or nearby farmers who have long smelled the business opportunities have brought all kinds of goods, so they sell them along the street.

    The mayor hrubeni walked through the crowd. His ears were filled with shouts, curses, children''s cries, dogs and horses.

    "I''ve lived so long and have never seen such a messy practice banquet," he thought as he walked.

    As he passed bachit, hrubeni glanced at the black man.

    "Wait and see, if you don''t go with me, I''ll let you go with those mud legs." helubeni thought fiercely.

    Like many people, hrubeni also had the idea of vidava''s farms and villages after Cherchen and Pedro left. However, compared with those people, as the mayor, helubeni knew that Cherchen would leave everything to bachit and the refugees settled here, so he had hoped to corrupt this large amount of wealth with bachit, turn the land into his own and turn the farmers into serfs.

    It is conceivable that hrubeni was severely rejected by bachit.

    He also hated bachit.

    After hitting a nail in bachit, hrubeni had to join hands with foreign nobles and officials who coveted vidava, which made him earn at least 30% less after the success.

    Before arriving at the Catholic Church in vidava, hrubeni asked if Pedro, the horse in front of the door, was still praying inside. After receiving a positive answer, hrubeni stood at the door and waited.

    The chapel in the church was empty. Only two candles swayed in front of the altar, casting the red and golden flame on the face of the statue of Christ carved in plaster.

    Pedro lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

    The priest of this church is father sparsokukotsky. He was surprised to see Pedro come to pray, drink and repent at such an important moment today. But the priest received Pedro.

    "I''m guilty." this was Pedro''s first and only sentence.

    Then he was silent.

    So father spasokukotsky let Pedro repent to the holy image alone and told Jesus Christ his sin.

    "I''m guilty," Pedro said silently in his heart.

    After today, he will leave vidava and embark on a path of rebellion against the king.

    In any country, rebelling against the king is a felony.

    "God, no matter how you will punish me in the future, please let me do this and let the aleval family become a prominent gate in Poland and shine with the Republic." Pedro continued to pray.

    For this day, he sent his nephew away and wooed Viscount Hesse and Ma Mai. Right away, bachit will fall into his urn.

    After that, he will lead the mercenary corps to join the army of Marshal lubaomatsky and command Warsaw.

    "God bless me. Amen!" cried Pedro again in his heart.

    Perhaps God responded to his call, or it was purely psychological. Pedro felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster. He felt that a new vitality and new strength had been injected into his body. He felt that his mind was becoming clearer and clearer, and a sense of happiness and warmth enveloped his whole body and mind.

    In short, he felt blessed by Christ.

    "God!" Pedro raised his head and shouted.

    Then he got up and went out.

    The door of the church was opened. When hrubeni saw Pedro coming out, he hurried to meet him.

    "My Lord, it''s 11 o''clock in five minutes," he whispered.

    Pedro nodded.

    He stepped forward and walked towards the center of the square under the opening of the Ma Bian and the guard.

    At 11 noon on February 22, with the sound of three guns, hrubeni, on behalf of the people of the whole town, said goodbye to Pedro in Latin according to traditional etiquette.

    As usual, he asked Pedro not to leave his people, saying that once these helpless lambs left their shepherds, they would have no choice.

    When the people and residents standing in front of him heard what he said, they all folded their hands and repeated, "don''t leave! Don''t leave!"

    Pedro''s answer, of course, was that he and Cherchen had to go.

    At this time, representatives of nobles and officials presented gifts. Pedro took over after repeated denials.

    At this point, the farewell ceremony should have ended.

    Next, it''s time for the party.

    But just then, an angry cry came out of the crowd.

    "Wait a minute!"

    Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Bachit walked towards Pedro and his casual hrubeni with a trembling old man in his hand.

    When he came to Pedro, bachit stopped. He threw the man to the ground.

    "Lord chablinch!" said hrubeni, looking at the man''s face and turning pale with surprise.

    This man was one of the nobles who conspired with hrubeni to seize vidava land and farmers.

    "Although it''s rude, Pedro, I''d like to ask you to do one last thing for us before you leave," said bachit.

    "What''s up?"

    "Punish your mayor, hrubeni," said bakhti, pointing to hrubeni.

    Then bachit opened his hand and motioned to the people around him, and then shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just heard a bad and angry news. Our city magistrate, helubeni, together with a group of shameless nobles, wants to seize our land and turn us into serfs after the departure of head Chechen and deputy head Pedro. Moreover, the means they use are legal, and the law gives them such power."

    The people, especially the farmers from various villages and farms, blew up the pot. They had no idea that they would suffer such a miserable fate immediately after Pedro left.

    For a time, the timid sincerely begged Pedro to stay and continue to be their loving father; the bold asked Pedro to kill hrubeni.

    Hrubeni collapsed and shivered.

    Hrubeni may be a good hand at playing tricks behind his back, but once he is exposed to people like bachit who lick blood on the battlefield, he is no different from a mouse.

    "Lord, help me," hrubeni cried to Pedro.

    At this time, Pedro was his only life-saving straw.

    Pedro picked up hrubeni. He pretended to be embarrassed and said to bachit: "bachit, hrubeni is an official of the Republic and a servant of his majesty. Even if I am still the Lord of vidava, I have no right to deal with him."

    This made hrubeni excited at once.

    Yes, I''m a noble. What can these mud legs do to themselves?

    Hrubeni raised his head, and his provocative face and eyes seemed to say, "how dare you treat me?"

    Bakhte''s angry silver teeth were broken. He held his hand into a fist and really wanted to hit the provocative face.

    But bachit finally suppressed his impulse.

    He asked Pedro, "what do you say about this?"

    Pedro sighed. He looked helpless.

    Seeing that Pedro was unwilling to do justice for himself, bachit was shocked. He suddenly stepped forward and stepped on the chest of the fallen Sir chabrinch. Then he grabbed the staring hrubeni and grabbed his neck.

    From beginning to end, Pedro watched. He didn''t even blink his eyelids.

    Because that''s what Pedro wanted.

    Bachit killed them in full view of the public. He knew he could not escape the blame, so he said to Pedro, "deal with me, you should have the power."