Chapter 121 Roger Online Execution
"Singing in unison... woo woo woo, why don't I have a younger brother?"
After the four-person meeting, everyone was in a good mood. Only Margaret was aggrieved, feeling that she had been shown up by the siblings.
She's uncomfortable because it didn't show her any affection.
With these two siblings working together to perform, I'm afraid that Her Majesty's love for her will be lost by a few hundred million points!
According to this trend, it will be a matter of time before Roger is recruited into the cabinet, right?
At that time, I couldn't watch the Charles siblings performing and cooperating here every day, but I was powerless to fight back.
That is too scary!
No, I have to find a strong foreign aid who is smart enough to fight with me to gain a firm position in the cabinet!
The faces of the cabinet ministers appeared in front of Margaret's eyes and finally locked on Dio Brando, the Minister of History, who had just returned to the capital.
The other cabinet members are all from aristocratic backgrounds. They wear a pair of pants with Angelina. They don't like themselves that much...
Only Dio, who was born as a commoner, can still fight for it!
He is smart and strong enough.
I wanted to ally with him before, but this time, we have to seize the opportunity!
Brave Mary, don't be afraid of difficulties!
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In the early morning of the next day, it rained continuously.
The capital of the Principality of Fergus, Fergus City, is a city that has prospered as adventurers become active with well-developed commerce, forging, and service industries.
The Dark Night Guard gathered troops and administrative officials supported by the governors of the surrounding provinces and successfully took over the territories of the surrounding nobles.
And since the day of the victory, they have spread the word everywhere, calling on civilians who have been bullied and persecuted by these nobles to come to Fergus City to seek justice and accuse the nobles of their crimes.
Lord Roger Charles, the Commander of the Night Guard, will preside over a public trial of these great nobles with the sacred power bestowed by the Queen of Eternal Night.
At that time, based on the evidence provided by the people of the empire, the crimes of these corrupt nobles will be recorded, and their fate will be ruled.
This is something new that has never happened in the empire or even in the Evernight world.
Will nobles also be brought to trial?
You must know that there is an absolute difference between nobles and commoners in this world.
Especially for a nobleman of the level of Grand Duke Fergus, who is the emperor of the land in his territory, as long as he doesn't rebel the Queen of Eternal Night will not interfere with what he does in the territory.
Common people's crimes are judged and the rich can pay their way out of trouble. The law just turns a blind eye to their misdeeds.
With the background of the Middle Ages. The strength and status of the strong and the weak are as different as heaven and earth. The level of territorial governance of ordinary nobles is extremely rough.
It has always been the nobles who stipulate various laws and, taxes and, exploit the common people fiercely. How can the common people turn against the nobles?
The nobles are blood feuds, and if they encounter a civilian rebellion, they will join hands to suppress the civilians.
Now, some nobles say that they want to clear up the grievances of the common people and bring justice to them.
Even when they heard that it was the Queen's order, everyone was skeptical.
In the era of enfeoffment in the West, there were no court filings and no inspecting censors.
Commoners can only pray that their lord is not so greedy so that their lives will be a little easier.
The existence of extraordinary power made peasant uprisings a luxury.
Even the original rules of war between the nobles, the nobles fought against each other, and the winning side would not kill the defeated.
It's just deprivation of wealth and territory, and then exile, which leads to chaos in the world. In the end, those families always stand in high positions, and the saying new blood comes out...
With the development of time, the intensity of the war became higher and higher, and the rise of new nobles broke the old traditions, so the war became more "bloody and cruel".
But before the Queen of Eternal Night, this kind of situation was quite rare, and everyone followed many tacit unspoken rules.
Submissiveness internally, heavy blows externally, and mutual assistance among nobles are secrets that have lasted for thousands of years.
These privileges completely surpassed that of ordinary people and they have always been the proud capital of nobles. They are the sense of superiority brought about by blood and surname.
Those old nobles didn't suffer any embarrassment when calling out titles like "untouchables", because they thought so all along.
Because of greed and twisted desires, no matter how absurd things can happen in the noble's territory.
After countless years of accumulation, how many ugliness and grievances have been conceived is simply too numerous to record.
If the Ivy Empire wants to move from a traditional enfeoffment kingdom to centralization and break the authority of the old nobles, it must break many traditions and let the world see the determination of the empire.
In the future, commoners in the empire don't need to respect nobles, they only need to remember the authority of the imperial power.
Through various good deeds, the common people in the empire feel the benefits of the Queen's rule is also an inevitable operation to reduce the resistance to centralization.
At the same time, this is also the only chance for the empire to win against the gods.
The advantage of mortals doesn't lie in the nobles who enjoy a luxurious life but are not determined, but in the ordinary civilians who are numerous and have always been ignored in the past.
Their huge number, labor, and contribution will be the cornerstone for starting industrialization and making the Ivy Empire truly take off.
It is necessary to devote all the power of the country and gather the power of the whole people's bargaining chip against the gods.
If the empire wants to take the road of industrialization, there must be a group of people who are sacrificed and exploited.
On earth, they are farmers and Uncle Hei, but here why can't they be those noble families who have accumulated hundreds of thousands of years?
Wouldn't it be beautiful to regard their savings as the first pot of gold for the start of industrialization?
The trial in Fergus City is to uphold justice, and it is also a grand drama that breaks the supreme authority and respect of the old nobles and establishes the supremacy of imperial power.
This is also part of Angelina's Glory Pledge Plan.
The nobles must be made to feel fear and despair before they are willing to accept the olive branch offered by the right minister.
Being a saint doesn't mean you have no temper. Angelina was already planning a liquidation when these people attacked her younger brother during the triumphant celebration.
It just so happens that Empress Eternal Night also needs only one voice for the future empire.
Driven by various needs, the scene in Fergus City became very large. More than 300,000 civilians were mobilized overnight and came from all directions.
This is already the limit of the transportation capacity of this era, and also the limit of the city's accommodation.
The civilians who were present were still very confused at first. They didn't believe that the aristocratic lord would be judged at all, and they were still guessing what new reason for hard labor.
But after that, none of the noble faces they were familiar with appeared.
Roger Charles was dressed in the Night Guard uniform with a stand-up collar, which made him tall and slender, quite majestic, and his eyes were rare and sharp.
Above his head was the black umbrella held up by Little Joey, standing on a high platform, overlooking the restless civilians.
He knew that at this moment they didn't believe in themselves, or the empire.
But it is not difficult to convince them that light and justice will come.
Just pull those who claim to be Eternal and holy from the altar, step into the mud, and prove that they are no different from civilians in the empire.
Following Roger's order, the Night Guard escorted Grand Duke Fergus and other nobles to stand in a row on the high platform.
They were tied up, their brocade robes were covered with blood and dust, and their exposed delicate skin was also scarred. They were in an unprecedented embarrassment.
Many civilians wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to.
Have you ever seen noble gentlemen like this before?
Could it be that they are going to be unlucky?
A small number of keen people have slim hopes in their eyes.
Because of the cruel oppression, of course, they also dreamed that the vicious nobles who oppressed them would die and disappear.
It's a pity that generation after generation of civilians are dying of old age, sickness, and death, while the nobles are still aloof.
A dream is always a dream, and that day has never been realized.
This caused the common people to think that the bloody brutality of the nobles was too profound. Even so, they still remembered that after their ups and downs, they were still above themselves, and they kept laughing and didn't dare to speak out.
But today, Roger's appearance here is to break the invisible authority of these nobles.
"Kneel!"
Roger ordered coldly.
The Dark Night Guard pushed the shoulders of the defeated nobles, making them kneel to face the vast crowd of civilians.
Exclamations and screams came from among the civilians.
The noble lord bent his noble knees towards him.
A middle-aged nobleman resisted the strength of the Night Guards and fell to the ground while struggling.
This man still has a lot of backbone, he would rather be beaten with a whip than kneel to these civilians.
He tried his best to raise his head and shouted at Roger, "Roger Charles, you are also an aristocrat. You let us kneel to these pariahs. Is this to make the authority of the aristocracy fall into dust?"
Roger replied indifferently without a trace of emotion, "The authority of the nobility doesn't come from being domineering, squeezing blood, and keeping secrets. Instead, it should protect the territory and prosper the country."
The middle-aged nobleman sneered, "Don't make up these empty truths, give me a good time if you have the ability, I can't cooperate with your performance..."
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
Roger held a silver short-handled metal weapon in his hand, with green smoke that didn't dissipate from the muzzle.
The middle-aged nobleman's head was blown into a watermelon, his body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
The secret law will try to make a large-caliber pistol, the Imperial Eagle.
The copper bullet case fell to the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
"It seems that I still have some skills." Roger raised his gun and aimed at another nobleman who was also struggling desperately. The guy immediately stiffened and knelt with a plop.
This young master of the Charles family is crazy. He kills as soon as he wants, doesn't he know how to save face for the nobles?
Didn't he just put on a show, he wanted to be real, to judge people like himself.
Everyone panicked. Roger's behavior today broke the tacit unspoken rules.
Sooner or later, he, the lackey of the Queen of Eternal Night, will suffer retribution!
The nobles sent their greetings to Roger's eighteen generations of relatives.
But the situation is stronger than others, and everyone is still trying to behave well, but they dare not make any resistance, for fear that the powerful weapon will also hit their head.
This inconsistent headshot not only calmed down the restless nobles but also calmed down the restless civilians in the audience.
There was the middle-aged nobleman present, so he naturally recognized that he was his own Earl.
That's an earl!
The Earl of the City of Mysteries walks all over the place, and the Duke is not as good as a dog, but in the eyes of these ordinary people, he is a big man who can stand up to the sky and kill them directly by stomping his feet.
Was this directly killed?
Dead? Completely dead?
Great!
Who is this handsome young man with an indifferent face?
Can he judge these noble lords and bring them legendary fairness and justice?
Because they have experienced wars, these civilians are not afraid of blood and killing scenes.
But they were shocked by Roger's decisiveness and ruthlessness in killing a big noble in public without saving face.
The nobles' butcher's knives are only sharp enough when they are aimed at the untouchables. Shouldn't it be a slow-paced, graceful, py transaction with a shake of red wine between them?
Under the nervous and expectant eyes of the civilians, Roger put the Imperial Eagle on his waist and held up the Eternal Night Order:
"I, Roger Charles, the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Guard, supervise all the nobles in the empire on behalf of the Empress Eternal Night. I assure you that in the future, the nobles will be bound by the laws of the empire just like the common people. study."
"You, aren't you also a nobleman?" A teenager asked loudly, and his mother covered his mouth in fear.
This kid is desperate and dares to interrupt the Elder Master.
Angelina has a very good reputation among the people, so the surname Charles is naturally known to the common people, knowing that he is a great nobleman favored by Empress Eternal Night.
Roger smiled at the child, "Indeed, I am also a nobleman, so I am also supervised by the law. If I have violated the law, each of you has the right to report me to the imperial law enforcement department."
What he said made the civilians discuss again, feeling unbelievable.
An aristocratic lord, asking commoners to supervise and report themselves?
This kid looks quite smart, why is he acting crazy?
The scene froze for a while.
These civilians have been oppressed by the nobles for too long, and they hold a huge grievance in their hearts.
But looking at the calm faces of those nobles, and thinking about their methods in the past, it's inevitable that they would tremble, and they would be discouraged.
They were afraid that this was just publicity, a show.
In the end, the nobles still defend each other, and the so-called trial is just a cutscene.
If that's the case, the common people's bills will be split, and the nobles' money will be returned in full, so what, will the whistle-blowers have something good to eat?
She will be put on little shoes and tortured to death in a fancy way.
The rain suddenly became dense again. The nobles who were kneeling on the ground held their heads high and their chests upright, with serious faces, and even suppressed the civilians who were shivering and hesitating.
The spark that had just risen in their eyes seemed to be wiped out by the rain again.
Under the black umbrella, Roger waited quietly, his expression unchanged.
This scene was also within his expectation.
People who have been oppressed for a long time are numb, dull, ignorant, and humble. Facing the aristocratic authority that is advertised as sacred, they are exploited terribly, but so long as there is a slight chance of survival, they will not resist.
Even if Roger made his words clear and demonstrated, he still got silence.
After being hurt and disappointed, again and again, these civilians no longer dare to dream, let alone believe in hope.
I fear that all I will receive will be a disappointment
Mourning for his misfortune angers him for not fighting.
Roger suddenly understood the feelings of a certain sage.
The people at the bottom who have been put in shackles think that they are worthless, they don't even know how to respect and love themselves, and they don't even dare to complain about their grievances.
After all, Roger was not a born nobleman. He was once a member of these common people, and he was once oppressed by the darkness. He couldn't believe that the world would change for the better.
But there will always be the light that shines in and dispels the haze.
He suddenly took a step forward and walked out of the umbrella.
Little Joey quickly raised his umbrella to keep up but was stopped by Roger's raised hand, so he could only stop at the same spot with a little helplessness and worry.
The rain quickly lost Roger's hair, wet his clothes, and made him look embarrassed.
He took off the Night Guard uniform, took off his shirt, exposed his chest, and jumped off the high platform.
The crowd naturally avoided them, fearing that their humble self would dirty the noble young master's body.
However, Roger's eyes became brighter and brighter. He continued to be angry, and the flames were faintly burning. He growled and said:
"If you don't believe that I am a high-ranking nobleman, now that I have come to the same height as you and bathed in the same rain as you. I just want to tell you that there is nothing sacred about nobles and that we are not worthy of their respect."
"Do you want me to believe that the nobles we arrested today are good nobles who love the people like their own sons, are strict with themselves, and are more lenient than others? There is no grievance in their territory, and every citizen lives happily. So am I going to declare them acquitted?"
"Then let's applaud the outstanding nobles of the empire together, okay? Let me go back to Austria and report their achievements to the queen, okay? Please let them rule you, your sons, and your grandchildren, and let you go from generation to generation, Be the dogs of the Fergus family, okay?"
He looked at these numb people and applauded himself.
Again and again, very rhythmic.
Some people followed subconsciously, took a few shots, but stopped quickly, feeling something was wrong.
Do nobles love the people like their own sons?
Are we happy?
These people are excellent nobles without crimes?
How is it possible that they deserve it?
But Roger was still applauding, his crisp voice seemed to hit these civilians in the face.
Because of their silence, these heinous and hell-deserving guys will be commended and praised, and then they will become even more severe, and honored, and rule them even more unscrupulously.
Even, ruling their descendants?
If this is a nightmare, please let this nightmare come to an end, and don't let our children and grandchildren be squeezed by this scum again!
"My lord, I have something to say!"
Suddenly an old man in ragged clothes squeezed out from the crowd, knelt at Roger's feet, and said tearfully, "Anyway, I'm just a childless old man, and I haven't had a good life for a few years. I want to report on Fogg. Thirty years ago, Grand Duke Si raped my wife, causing her to crash to death!"
He took off a pendant with his incomplete hand, and opened a suicide note written in blood, "We are not ordinary farmers, but adventurers, but Grand Duke Fergus has cut off my fingers, and I can no longer take them." The sword is gone. This is a letter written by my wife with spiritual power, which condenses part of her memory, please verify the truth of my words!"
Grand Duke Fergus looked at the old man in confusion. It's been too long and he has done too many similar things, so he can't remember who is who.
Roger took the blood book and handed it to a spellcaster.
The conclusion was quickly reached, "Everything is true. The person in that lady's memory is indeed Grand Duke Fergus thirty years ago."
"Grand Duke Fergus bullied women, the circumstances were bad, and the tools of the crime were confiscated," Roger pronounced the sentence indifferently.
A Night Guard mage stepped forward, with a flame burning in his hand, burning a fritter and two eggs under the body of Grand Duke Fergus.
Grand Duke Fergus fainted from the pain, was woken up again, and then passed out from the pain again, and the miserable howl echoed throughout the venue.
The rest of the nobles also subconsciously closed their legs tightly.
Fuck, is this Roger coming for real, and is he being executed publicly?
The civilians suddenly became agitated, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
As long as the crimes of these nobles are announced, can they be dealt with by the law?
Luo Jie asked in a deep voice, "Still you dare ask, who was wronged?"
"Master Charles, please help me decide!"
From all directions, countless people lined up excitedly, answering his orders with one voice.
Today, Roger not only tried the case but also directly and publicly executed the sentence.
This kind of revenge, which was the most direct and bloody, finally ignited the flames that had been silent for too long in the hearts of the numb civilians.
The icy wind and rain gradually subsided, and the sun pierced through the clouds to shine on the rain-washed city of Fergus.
During the trial blood accumulated layer after layer upon the high platform.
Those reds are so dazzling, but they suddenly make the common people feel a little warmth in their hearts.
It turns out that some people care about the sorrows and joys of these ants.
Maybe this empire, with its unique empress and kind nobles like Roger, will give these ordinary civilians a future that is completely different from the past.
