How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

Chapter 237: Tree of Liberty (8)

Numerous “rebels” who had come up from the south, crowds that had gathered from all over Florida, became a great wave advancing on San Agustin.

A single “martyr” whose name became known directed the march of slaves who had been moving indiscriminately toward a single place.

Left them with just one goal.

Toward a city protected by well-armed fortresses.

To a place guarded by hundreds of armed soldiers.

And within San Agustin, whispers gradually grew louder.

“I clearly… saw it. Father Alonso never incited them to rebel! He was only trying to stop the excesses of the vigilante members!”

Since the incident occurred in San Agustin, witnesses couldn’t be silenced. Moreover, Alonso was a priest with a good reputation.

Other priests and missionaries dispatched to the area continued their protests against the governor until several were detained, then quieted down.

On the surface.

“Good heavens… vigilante members can stab someone to death in the middle of the street, and we can do nothing? Where are the Ten Commandments? Where is justice?”

“None of the vigilante members were punished. Justice… is not to be found with the governor.”

They muttered in shock. Just then, a massive wave of slave rebellion was approaching San Agustin. They quietly whispered and made their plans.

Some left the city to join the slave rebel forces.

Some joined hands with slaves in the city to try to open the fortress gates but were caught and executed.

Some held protests in the name of God and were beaten and dragged away by slave owners.

Nevertheless, their anger became increasingly clear.

That anger could not be suppressed.

“Don’t you understand? Even without me… the rebellion was inevitable. How could people not rise up when injustice flows like water and justice has dried up like a river?”