Book 4: Chapter 39
“Your majesty!”
As soon as I entered the inn, everyone rose. The inn owner looked at me and said with admiration: “You truly are her majesty’s son. You are not careless at all. We saw how you fearlessly collided with the carriage. We respect your bravery. Fuck the church!”
“Fuck the church!”
The people below shouted out in unison and then downed their wine in one shot. I took in a deep breath and looked at them. All of them except the owner were young men. I guess they’re probably the children of old veterans. That’s son’s succeeding their fathers for you. All of them looked fierce with physiques that were much more than passable. I picked up a bottle of wine, smashed it on the table and looked at them as I said: “I require men for a new job. Are any of you here interested in joining me?”
“Please tell us, your majesty!”
Young men drinking in the day are always the type with nothing to do. As soon as they heard there was something to do, they all revealed an excited look. They couldn’t ask for anything more than something to do. I need these guys to go and stir up trouble for me.
I looked at them and loudly said: “That is… to go and tear the church down with me. Do you have the balls to?”
I placed my cup down and they looked at me with astound gazes as if I spouted heresy or said something that would be considered treason. I looked at them and felt a little scared. Please don’t tell me these guys are the type to blow their trumpets but be the first to run when it comes down to it. If they are, my suggestion is going to go to shit……
“Fuck the church! Brothers! Tear it down!”