I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"We can stop focusing on the money of the rich and turn our attention to the masses. The common people should like the pleasure of breaking the rules more than the rich, and like to be above the rules."

"There are only a few rich people, and how much money do they dare to spend? What about the common people? The money they have is not enough to live a good life anyway. What will they think of spending money to have fun?"

Everyone was stunned and silent for a moment, then began to discuss the feasibility of tiered purchasing.

"If that's the case, won't the people coming in be too mixed?"

"What if they come in and kill each other?"

“This will affect the reputation of our church.”

"Yes, if a city's reputation is affected, other cities' businesses will also be affected."

“More importantly, what about law enforcement?”

The skinny bishop was angry. He slammed the table hard, signaling everyone to be quiet. Everyone slowly stopped arguing and looked at the skinny bishop.

"Don't think about the future. If we hide in other cities, will those greedy people give us some money? Don't be naive. No, we will be nailed to the stake and provided for those bastards to watch. Don't forget how we dealt with those foreign bishops who wanted to take advantage of us."

Everyone fell silent again. Once they lost St. Peter, they would have no place to stay.

The skinny bishop slammed the table again, attracting the group's attention.

"Forget about law enforcement. Let's just abandon this place completely, disperse the knights, put everything aside, make some money, and there are plenty of places to be happy."

Finally, a bishop raised his hand and said slowly:

"I agreed, took the money, and we just left."

"Second the motion to withdraw from the church from now on."

"Seconded."

……

Everyone raised their hands, and under the instigation of the skinny bishop, they performed this blood-sucking action perfectly.

Within an hour, the church issued an order for the people of the city to begin making paper indulgences.

The whole city is mobilized, even the lord is working overtime.

The next day, boxes of indulgences were moved to the church hall, and without hesitation, the bishops sent soldiers to start selling these indulgences to other cities.

At the same time, St. Petersburg was declared closed to the outside world, and announced that one week later, St. Petersburg would be open to anyone who bought indulgences.

Time passed quickly, a week went by in a flash, and the gate of St. Petersburg was crowded with people.

A small number of them are merchants. They have long been fed up with the ruthless tariffs of the lords. Normally, they dare not say anything, but today they came to vent their anger on the nobles.

Some of them are knights. Most of them do not have much talent. They are ordered around by their lords every day and are gossiped about by civilians behind their backs when they collect taxes. Today, they will ignore the rules and pour all this on ordinary people.

Some of them were mercenaries. They were fed up with being chased by knights every day. Now that St. Petersburg had opened up everything, they gathered together and wanted to kill a few city guards in St. Petersburg to satisfy themselves.

The last part is the common people. They suffered the most oppression. Knights, nobles, mercenaries, merchants, and even people around them who looked down on them all brought them endless pain.

They came here today just to vent. Many of them bought several tickets at a time, just to have a good time.

The knights of the church built a fence outside the city. They were wearing heavy armor, with heavy swords placed at their feet, looking ferocious.

The people who came to play were also very well-behaved. They lined up in neat rows and behaved submissively in front of the knights, waiting for their tickets to be checked.

After the knights finished checking their tickets, they did not dare to make any loud noise. They just lowered their heads and walked towards the gate of St. Petersburg.

The cross stood on the city wall. The sunlight shone on it, leaving a large shadow on the ground. People stepped on it and walked into the city like a dream.

A civilian walked onto the street. He looked at the white crowd around him and felt a little dazed. He took out something from his arms, which were two indulgences and a knife.

The crowd was not afraid of the knife and indulgences. Even if someone was going to die, it would not necessarily happen to them. As long as they kept silent, they would not be noticed. If they were not noticed, no bad things would happen.

The civilian looked at the knife in his hand and couldn't help but shudder. But looking at the indulgence he had paid for, he couldn't return empty-handed.

He put the knife in his arms, rushed into a shop and started smashing things inside. Those people in white clothes just watched quietly. After all, it was the church's property and had nothing to do with them.

The civilian was tired from smashing things and sat down to rest. Just as he raised his head, he saw a man rushing into the shop and stabbing a man in white to death.

No one came to collect indulgences.

The church's law enforcement knights have all evacuated.

As people continued to pour into St. Petersburg, a carnival of releasing anger began. The lord was pulled by his hair and dragged out of the city lord's palace, which was only symbolic.

The shop was smashed and looted, the male clerk was killed directly, and the female clerk was dragged to a corner.

The mercenaries gathered together and angrily rushed into the city's law enforcement station, but found that there was no one inside. They thought they had been deceived, so they rushed into the streets and killed anyone they saw.

The magical thing is that none of these people in white clothes stood up to resist. They just watched everything around them quietly, hoping that they would not be noticed.

Naturally, no one could escape, and tens of thousands of people poured into St. Petersburg this time.

Finally, all the people in white clothes died.

But people can no longer suppress their madness. They have become completely furious and are pouring all their anger out on the people around them.

The carnival lasted for three days, and the stone slabs of the street were stained red with blood, which then dried into black.

The house had already been engulfed in fire, leaving only a few charred ruins.

In the sunset, several people staggered out of the city. They looked dazed, like the walking corpses.

St. Petersburg was lost, not at the hands of the orc invaders, but at the hands of those speculators.

The cross on the city wall was burning. Under the setting sun, its shadow was cast on the city streets, blending with the black and red bloodstains.

A gust of wind blew, and the burning cross fell quietly...

……

In the woods, a group of bishops, dressed in civilian clothes, were counting their money.

The skinny bishop did not change out of his red bishop's robes. He came before the crowd with a knight.

"How is it, are you all right?"

"Almost done. Everyone's share has been divided to ensure fairness."

The skinny bishop nodded and said slowly:

"Okay, I'll burn it for you."

The knight raised his sword and slowly walked towards the bishops.

The color of sunset is always red. Before the darkness comes, it covers the ground with blood. The bloody sunset also slowly lifts up a disaster rune.