Login with GoogleChapter 122 It's Okay to Kill All
It's not that these people don't hate the nobles, or they choose to forgive, but they have been disappointed too many times, and they dare not hope anymore.
After the old man set a precedent with the blood letter, and Roger sentencing on the spot, everyone seemed to see the dawn of victory for the common people at that moment.
The wailing of the nobles, the bloody excitement, and the memories of the old days
There was also the topless boy who stood in the rain curtain like them. He had an aura that was completely different from other big shots
He is very noble, so noble that these commoners feel ashamed.
But not because of strength, power, or gorgeous clothes, but because of his soul shining with light beyond this era.
Lord Charles is an aristocrat, but he is not one of those scumbag aristocrats who treat the untouchables like ants and only try to squeeze out the last bit of value from them.
"The Charles family are all good people... The right minister is the same, and so is Master Roger."
"I can't bear it anymore. I want to expose the dirty things the lord has done. I believe in the Night Guard!"
"The Queen came to save us. Is the hard life coming to an end?"
"Long live the Queen, long live the Empire, and long live Lord Charles!"
The civilians confirmed that reporting these nobles would not only prevent them from being liquidated but would also give them a fair trial based on their crimes. They were overjoyed.
Countless people scrambled forward, complaining to Roger about the suffering and injustice they had encountered.
Just like a raging river after heavy rain, once it breaks through the shackles, there is nothing in the world that can stop its overwhelming impact.
The people are as invisible as water, and they can find a way to survive all kinds of oppression, but if one day it breaks out, it will be a wave that the nobles cannot stop.
Perhaps in this world, there are extraordinary powers that can forcibly continue life, but now the imperial power holds extraordinary powers that are stronger than the traditional aristocratic powers. The roar of the common people that have never been heard in the past ten thousand years will eventually be answered today.
God can't be so fair.
After all, to reap the strong faith of the majority of the people in despair, it is more efficient to always side with the nobles.
The square of Fergus City was crowded with people, from early morning to dusk, and then turned on the lights to fight at night, and then to the early hours of the morning.
There are still countless civilians queuing up to report the crimes of these nobles.
Even if these charges add up, the nobles present can behead tens of thousands of times.
But the grievance and pain pent up in their hearts finally had a chance to express themselves. These people were willing to wait for as long as possible, hoping that the Night Guards would record the absurdity of the nobles.
Robbery, murder, the annexation of land, plans with evil slaves, human experimentation, taking civilians as prey, forcing ordinary people to fight with monsters...
Roger was an eye-opener.
If he hadn't heard with his ears, or even seen with his own eyes the harm those nobles caused to the common people, he really wouldn't have imagined that a group of nobles who had no worries about eating and drinking and spent a long time on those, could play so many tricks.
What about Fu Chang's conscience?
In contrast, finding ways to increase taxation, squeeze out the last bit of labor of the common people, and cause famine in the territory to starve to death is just a very routine operation.
Those present were only civilians who retained certain land and were free.
There are still serfs, slaves, and domestic servants in the aristocratic territory. What kind of miserable life do these bottom-level people who have lost their freedom live, and how much malice do they face every day?
Roger had already put on his uniform, holding little Joey and ordering someone to boil ginger syrup, he couldn't help sighing.
The empire was swept from north to south. When it arrived in the south, it had a bad reputation, and there was too much rubbish that was directly surrendered.
They have been decaying for a long time, and they are used to the mentality of being superior. They never think about what kind of harm their actions could bring to the people.
There is only endless extortion to satisfy one's ever-expanding desires.
The nobles, their children, and family members, who were executed on the spot, killed countless people. The high platform was covered with blood, and the executioner's knives were curled.
The Night Guard is still active within the scope of the Alliance of Free Principalities, arresting those minor nobles who are trying to escape and escorting them to Fergus City.
At the same time, more citizens heard the news and entered Fergus City overnight to report their suffering.
After killing a group of nobles, new ones will be sent.
The crimes described were horrifying at the beginning. As time went on, Roger and the Night Guard became numb to hearing them, deeply feeling that the world is not worth it.
Under the brilliance and greatness of the Green Vines Empire, there is indeed too much ugliness hidden.
No wonder the Queen Eternal Night is more determined than a modern person like Roger to get rid of these nobles.
He just didn't know enough about these people before, but now that he understands, Roger is also very willing to beat them all to death.
According to the division of camps in this world, lawful evil is the absolute mainstream among these nobles, and chaotic evil is more fun.
There are very few people who want to find a neutral camp.
Not to mention all the villains, but now that these nobles are pulled out, one head is beheaded out of every two. There are absolutely no unjust, false, or wrongly decided cases.
The enthusiasm of the civilians to report is unprecedentedly high, but the Night Guards are not iron-clad, and can only record their grievances in turn.
Of course, to this extent, this kind of record is just a formality. The demons who should be convicted have long been sent to hell, and only a few nobles are left to conscientiously manage their territories.
Roger couldn't hold it any longer, so he went back to the temporary camp to take a rest, at least to find something to eat.
It's just that before anyone was arranged to do it, a scent attracted him.
A small foot wrapped in white silk kicked his calf lightly. Roger turned around and saw the source, and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty?"
It was the Queen of Eternal Night who set up a table of fried food, grilled skewers, and a bucket of beer, and sat lazily in a corner of the tent, looking at him with a smile.
She seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, admiring Roger's befuddled appearance, and kicked a round stool, "Sit."
Roger sat down in some confusion. He didn't bother to eat after a busy day. He really couldn't resist the aroma of the food.
No matter how much he dislikes the imperial chef of Fengling Moon Shadow Palace, he is better than the chef of Fergus City.
What's more, he was really hungry.
The Queen of Eternal Night wore a long dress that was not so red today and was pinker, which greatly eliminated the domineering and oppressive appearance of that prosperous age.
And because of the arrangement of the barbecue roadside stall, it feels a little more casual, a bit like an intellectual big sister.
"Why is Your Majesty here again?" Roger still asked worriedly, fearing that there would be some new missions.
The Queen's eyes flashed mischievously, and she said softly and softly, "Just, I suddenly want to eat supper, so I casually find someone to eat and talk with. Why the Commander is not willing?"
Roger knew that she was acting, but since he was himself acting, he didn't dare to take it casually.
Your Majesty, you can go wherever you want, why do you need my approval?
Even if I don’t approve, can I stop you?
He simply pretended to be extremely hungry, "Since Your Majesty said that we should eat together, then I will not be polite!"
He grabbed a handful of meat skewers, poured himself another glass of beer, and began to feast on them.
I don't know if it was sent directly from the pan, or if the Queen used magic means to keep it fresh, but the rich fried food and barbecue were always at the best temperature and taste.
Paired with good wine that is many times better than the poor quality ale in the bar in the dock area, also smelling the smell of blood wafting from the outside, it was unexpectedly pleasant.
The Queen of Eternal Night's eating style today was much more refined than his. She slowly ate some vegetables. When she saw that he was enjoying his food, she unconsciously showed a knowing smile that she didn't quite understand.
This is probably due to my preparation. The silly son is quite satisfied with the old mother's smile.
Not.
It's just that when you see the person you like is happy, you will also feel happy unconsciously.
She slowly picked up the food she was interested in tasting and also quickly finished a glass of wine, while Roger's side was full of wind and clouds,
The Queen took the initiative to pour another glass for him, seemingly casually saying, "In the first few years, I also liked to drink when I killed a lot."
Roger's hands froze, and he suddenly felt a sense of death as if he had broken into the shopping mall without his clothes on.
He indeed drank alcohol much faster than usual tonight because he was avoiding the crowds.
For a person like him who was born in a peaceful age, death and gore are strong stimulations that are hard to get used to.
Those nobles were cut down by his order.
Docking too many tails of mice will cause psychological pressure, let alone one of the same kind.
Even though those nobles deserved what they got, he subconsciously raised his wine glass. He was thinking about reaching that slightly drunk state so that perhaps those bloody fragments would not flash before his eyes.
As a result, this small thought that he was reluctant to admit in his heart was suddenly accurately pointed out by the Queen of Eternal Night. He inevitably became shy and wanted to deny it to death.
As a result, she suddenly placed a hand on her head, only to hear the Queen of Eternal Night say guiltily, "It's me who put all the pressure on you. If you don't like finishing these tasks, just leave it to the deputy to do it."
The hand that could control the sky, fire, thunder, and lightning was unexpectedly soft and warm. It was no bother to stroke his dusty hair and even rubbed it a few times.
But this action was not consoling. Instead, the male chauvinism inside Roger's body suddenly swelled.
In his mind, the Queen of Eternal Night is telling a child that they have done a great job and not to force themselves.
If combined with the "Little Roger" from the previous few times, you can form a children's paradise package...
He was not quite convinced, and he subconsciously retorted, "Your Majesty was younger than Chen when he fought the Great Patriotic War."
The implication is that I am not a child. If you were able to overcome this difficulty back then, I would naturally be able to do it too. I will never run away from it.
The Queen of Eternal Night was taken aback when she heard these words. She then smiled and said, "It was because I was young at that time that I was so impressed. Now, I don't want the helplessness of being forced to grow up to appear on more people."
Luo Jie said firmly, "Your Majesty, please rest assured that since I am in charge of the Night Guard, I will faithfully perform my duties. This is nothing more than killing a few people!"
The Queen of Eternal Night looked at Luo Jie's brave and serious look and sighed softly, "You have grown up a lot."
Man is such a contradictory creature.
I used to see him as a salted fish who hated iron and steel. I hoped that he would find his heroic path, become active and powerful, and grow rapidly.
Seeing that he was walking on the road to being a hero and yet falling into darkness in search of light, she felt distressed again.
If it is possible, it is not bad for him to be a child who knows no worries, is muddleheaded, and spends his time doing nothing.
Such a compliment was pleasing to Roger's ears.
I'm like an adult. Of course, I will grow up and have all kinds of perfect functions. But I'm always treated like a child, which is super depressing.
It's a pity that Roger's mental strength had not fully recovered at this moment.
Although he has active meditation recovery, he is not proficient in meditation skills. His recovery speed is extremely limited, and he has not yet reached the minimum threshold for area broadcasting.
If the Queen of Eternal Night knew from her heart that Roger was obsessed with the name "Little Roger", then she could easily find a way to resolve his knots and play some adult games, which would naturally increase the possibility of confession incidents.
A pity that there are no ifs in this world.
Roger put his stomach on hold, slowed down his eating speed, and asked, "Your Majesty, how many nobles can I judge this time?"
He was asking about the scale of this acting.
Although he has entered the play, after all, he must put the overall situation of the empire first, deter the nobles, and enhance the confidence of the common people in the empire. After completing these two strategic goals, we can stop.
The Queen of Eternal Night replied casually, "As you wish."
Roger couldn't help being stunned. Another open question? Is there any subtext?
Looking at his expression, the Queen of Eternal Night knew that he was thinking too much. She turned the stick in her hand and hit him on the head with the side that was not oiled.
"Don't think so much, don't worry so much. Since I set up the Dark Night Guard, it's not just playing tricks. If these scumbags are unforgivable criminals, then it's okay to kill them all. I won't give you any indicators." The Eternal Night Queen smiled proudly, "The most indispensable thing in this great empire is ambitious people."
"Your Majesty, the empire is fortunate to have you."
Roger couldn't help raising his glass and downing it.
Theoretically, Queen Eternal Night is the biggest noblewoman in the empire.
But she transcends the limitations of class, can think about problems from a higher and farther position, and dares to take an unprecedented key step, giving herself unlimited support.
This is the trust that any courtier dreams of gaining in any era.
As the saying goes, if you don't have desires, you can be strong. In the past, Roger just wanted to lie flat. No matter how much the Queen of Eternal Night gave him, he would only be grateful, not moved.
But at this moment, looking at those numb people, he wants to get rid of the long-standing evils of this world and let the people at the bottom understand that they are not ants.
Instead, it should be a "person" who respects, loves himself and enjoys the beauty of this world.
There is no nobility in blood. Labor and knowledge are the real evaluation criteria for a person to surpass his peers.
But Roger knew that he was not yet capable of implementing such a concept in the empire.
Unless, Queen Eternal Night supports, unconditional support.
He thought that he had to make a greater contribution in exchange for such an opportunity.
Did you think that you now have the right to try all guilty nobles without limit?
He thought that he was the father who came to act with the script, and he was a deterrent mascot.
Who would have thought that His Majesty would want those nobles to be his grandsons, and would take this opportunity to sweep away the staleness of the past and usher in a new era of the empire?
This surprise moved Roger in an unprecedented way.
He will not submit to a powerful force, but the Queen of Eternal Night's determination tonight will make him have the heart to follow.
"It's my good fortune to have you."
The Queen of Eternal Night also raised her head and drank the wine in her glass. She stared at Roger with her bright eyes, showing a faint smile, "Unexpectedly, it was a small person like you who ushered in a great era."
She was teleported back to the palace, but she left Roger with infinite confidence and strength.
A leader of the Night Guard came in and reported, "Commander, there are ninety-nine nobles in the Alliance of Free Principalities, seventy-six were arrested and executed, five committed suicide, and eighteen escaped abroad. Please instruct us on the follow-up work."
Roger said indifferently, "Don't worry about the escapees. For the time being, continue to collect evidence of the crimes of the nobles along the way."
The leader of the Dark Night Guard bowed. "My lord, how far is it to the north?"
The proud figure appeared in front of Roger's eyes, and he couldn't help showing a faint smile. "How big is the empire? Let's find out how far it is."
