The nobles were all shocked.
They didn't expect this move at all.
Of course, it was normal to not expect it. After all, who would have thought that the arrogant orc overlord tonight would be killed by the formation. (This is a message lag, it actually ran away)
Duke Villefort said angrily: "Your Majesty! Even your Majesty cannot act so wantonly! Those letters must be authenticated by experts!"
Bernal: "Then you will have room to operate, right?"
He smiled and walked slowly around the Duke of Villefort, like an old farmer selecting livestock at the mule and horse market.
"No, it won't," he said as he walked, "I won't give you room to maneuver. When Rhett Butler comes back and changes his clothes, your life and death will be decided here today."
"But it's the law of the empire!"
"Laws!" Bernard shouted, "If you want to mention the laws of the empire, we will mention them. I checked the code specifically and found that nobles who deserted and surrendered can be immediately sentenced to death! And now, our war with the orcs is still going on. .Although we killed the overlord, the orc army is still outside the city, this must be a pre-battle situation!"
Villefort trembled: "My clerk is resting in the servant's room next to him. I want him to come over immediately!"
Bernal snapped his fingers: "Mr. Williams, ask his clerk to come over!"
Williams turned and winked at his private captain, and the captain turned and left.
After a while, the captain led a middle-aged man wearing glasses in. After seeing the middle-aged man's bald head, a noble lady burst into laughter.
But at this moment, no one paid any attention to the young lady's little gaffe.
The clerk was confused and didn't know what was going on. He cast an inquiring look at Duke Villefort, obviously hoping that the Duke could give him a little reminder of the current situation.
Just as the Duke was about to speak, Bernal interrupted and said, "Your Majesty the Secretary, is there any provision in the Imperial Code that can impose capital punishment on those who escape from battle?"
The secretary pushed up his glasses: "Of course. How can we maintain military morale otherwise? There is indeed such a provision in the Imperial Code."
Duke de Villefort stared at him with a look that would have killed the clerk.
Noticing the lord's expression, the clerk pushed up his glasses again and said slowly: "Of course, the premise is that there is conclusive evidence, and these evidence must be certain."
Duke de Villefort was still glaring at him as if he wanted to kill the clerk.
So the bald middle-aged man sighed and said more clearly: "The conclusive evidence confirms that this is a space that can be operated, Lord."
Duke Villefort suddenly realized: "Oh yes! We need conclusive evidence! If it's just a letter seized by a smuggler from the orc camp, it can't be considered conclusive evidence! Right?"
He said the last sentence to the nobles who were also sweating profusely. Immediately got a response: "Yes, yes!"
"That's it! Experts must authenticate those letters!"
Bernal was about to speak, but Rosalie interrupted and said: "Father, I believe that the disciple of the greatest planeswalker in Gralia, the supreme wise man who saved the empire, and the puzzle solver who solved the eternal riddles of the empire, The savior of Quasania, the breaker of the Temple of Fetus... well, the nemesis of the Lich!
"I think the Archmage King with these titles can verify the authenticity of these letters!"
Someone among the nobles shouted contemptuously: "You can't even make up the title so reluctantly, and look at how many duplicates there are in the titles! We don't recognize his identification!"
Bernal: "I admit it."
As he said that, he took out the sound transmission stone and said, "Ruide Bai, make sure the master comes back with you."
Rhett Butler: "No problem. I will arrive with the master, as well as the members of the rescue team."
Bernard said happily: "It seems that there will be a foreign envoy to witness this scene!"
Rosalie reminded: "The foreign envoy is fast asleep now. You know, father."
Bernal's expression remained unchanged: "The rescue team is not limited to envoys from Kuosania. There are also envoys from the Elf Severin Forest Kingdom and envoys from the Mountain Kingdom in the team! There are even envoys from the Drow Matron!"
Anyway, as long as they are from a race other than humans, they are envoys. Now is not the time to wait until they save the world.
After Bernard finished speaking, Duke Villefort was furious: "Your Majesty! You have thought about it! If you do this, there will be rebellion!"
At this time, Mr. Williams spoke: "Rebellion? Is it just based on the remaining strength of you nobles? The strength of the Chamber of Commerce has long surpassed you. Although you are still the lords in the territory and can still mobilize levies, it is only That’s it.
"The signs of the levies are constant in autumn. They want to harvest wheat. It is already the summer solstice."
The Dukes were silent.
Someone on the dandy side asked: "Dad, are we going to be beheaded?"
No one answered, including his father.
At this moment, the door opened again. However, it was not the messenger who came in this time, but Archmage Mel.
The archmage said with great joy: "Your Majesty! After watching the master decipher the secret of the tower and casting his spell, I have now mastered the secret of the nine rings! I am now a nine-ring mage! If the orcs attack tomorrow, I will let them nice!"
Bernal looked at Mel: "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you the treatment of a nine-ring archmage in accordance with the laws of the empire."
Mel was a little surprised: "That's it? I can kill the orcs!"
Rosalie: "It's over."
Mel: "What's over?"
"According to the tactics laid out by the master," Bernal replied on behalf of his daughter, "We have just killed the orc overlord. Although the orc army has not retreated yet, it can be considered that the war is over."
Mel looked at everyone blankly: "Is it over? I just mastered the nine rings, and there is no chance to use them?"
Bernal: "Yeah. But I think we may still have a civil war to fight."
As he spoke, he looked at Duke Villefort provocatively.
Duke Villefort said to Master Mel: "Master! Since you are a nine-ring mage, please come and judge! Your Majesty found a smuggler and obtained some forged private messages from the orcs, and wanted to use these forged Evidence to execute us!"
Mel: "Orcs would never do such a thing. If you find a private message from an orc, it must be true. You might as well say it was a fabrication by a smuggler!"
The Duke of Villefort was stunned for a moment, and then said immediately: "Yes, it was the smugglers who forged and framed it!"
Mel: "Do you think I'm a fool? That should have been written by you, right? Forget it, the master will probably come with us later, and let him authenticate those letters, right?"
Villefort said angrily: "The master has also colluded with the dog - His Majesty! It's obvious!"
Bernal: "Do you think I don't know that you are calling me Dog Emperor in private? The Shadow Thieves know everything, but they want to seek balance. After all, the empire is such a piece of shit, and there is nothing better than balancing the forces of all parties. It's insured.
"However, Rhett Bai was recommended by the leader of the Shadow Thieves. They have been waiting for the moment of change."
Bernard paused and continued: "The empire has accumulated a lot of trouble and cannot recover without using strong medicine. What I want to use now is the strong medicine brought to us by the master."
Rosalie asked doubtfully: "Is this also his idea? Isn't it? He just wants to complete the test questions given by his teacher."
Bernal said firmly: "I asked him about the future of the empire. Although he didn't explain it clearly, he gave a hint! This is the conclusion that the master came to by observing destiny!"
Anyway, the king is not present, as long as someone needs to endorse and press on him, that's it.
Mel suddenly realized: "The master is the darling of fate, it makes sense."
At this moment, the door to the ballroom opened again.
This time it was Rhett Butler, Rhett Butler's team, and the Salvation Team who came in.
When Wang came in, he sneezed several times in succession.
Wang: "What? Why do I sneeze like this?"
Rosalie smiled and said: "According to Monrovia, this is someone taking advantage of you."
Wang shrugged.
Rosalie: "Welcome back. Can I give you a hug?"
Wang: "Of course, come!"
He spread his arms.
Rosalie ran a few steps into his arms and gave him a solid hug.
Wang: "Wait a minute, how come you are also hard? Oh, whale bones. Generally speaking, they are much better than compacted ones."
Rosalie looked confused.
And Rhett Butler held up the dimensional bag and walked towards the emperor.
His dimensional bag didn't look as luxurious as Wang's, and it didn't have as strong aura of magic. After all, the levels of the two items were too different.
Bernal: "There's no need to come over here. There's no need to show these guys the letters of the affair. Just pour the letters out, pour them on the ground, and let's see how many there are."
"As you command, Your Majesty." Rhett Butler said, opening the dimensional bag and turning it over.
So all the private messages in the dimensional bag fell to the ground, forming a "hill" on the ground.
Bernal stepped forward and saw at a glance the letter with the coat of arms of the Duke of Villefort family printed on the seal. He picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly smiled: "Orcs can also use a letter opener? These letters are all opened with a letter opener!"
Wang: "Because the orc overlord is a half-orc. He has lived in the human world for more than ten years and has been a slave in the gladiatorial arena, so he has learned a set of human red tape."
Villefort said angrily: "Lies! How can slaves in the arena learn the red tape of humans?"
Wang: "How do I know? Anyway, he has learned it. He even knows how to use honorifics, and the common language has no accent at all."
Bernal: "Okay, let's talk about these details later. Master, we have to do something very important now, something related to the future of Monrovia. It can even be said that this matter will become the future of Monrovia." The dawn of sub-new life.”
Wang: "Oh, such a cool thing? Let's go ahead. Anyway, we are not in a hurry to leave today. It won't be too late to leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow after the orc army has collapsed."
Duke Villefort: "Didn't you say this was the master's will? The Dog Emperor!"
Bernal: "Come here, Duke Villefort humiliated the emperor in front of his face, despised the royal family, and was given fifty lashes according to law. Now execute it immediately! Williams, do you have someone here?"
Williams: “My chamber provides every service you can think of.”
A few moments later, Williams' waiter entered the ballroom with whips and racks to hold the victim in place.
When he was tied to the rack, Duke de Villefort made a sound like killing a pig. When the flogging officially began, the sound changed from killing a pig to throwing a live pig into boiling water.
With this background sound, Bernal began to read the contents of the private message.
"Dear Orc Overlord, I heard that your army did not carry out the usual plundering, which means that your army is a completely different army... Huh, when he flatters the Orc Overlord, he is more flattering than me. Much more professional.”
Wang: "He missed an adverbial, 'a completely different army from the past'. The Duke's education level is not high."
Bernal laughed loudly: "Yes! Such a person is actually a Duke in Monrovia! Master, tell me, how can you manage Monrovia well with such insects?"
Wang: "It really can't be done."
Bernal put away the letter and handed it to the king: "Master, I ask you to verify the authenticity of this letter."
Wang: "There is no need for identification. The orc overlord himself said that many nobles had fornicated with him, and this should be one of them. These letters are all true!"
Bernard waved his hand: "Did you hear it? The master has certified that these letters are true! No more whippings! Duke Villefort, death penalty! Deprived of all titles!"
The death penalty alone is not enough. Even if the Duke himself is executed without depriving him of his title, his heir will inherit it.
Therefore, the title must be deprived before execution, so that it cannot be inherited by heirs.
The royal clerk had already prepared it, and directly completed the paperwork for the deprivation of the title, and asked the soldiers to bring it to the Duke who had just been removed from the flogging frame.
Villefort shouted: "I won't take my fingerprints!"
The private soldiers of the Chamber of Commerce were not polite and broke the Duke's nose with a punch. Then they pressed the back of the Duke's head and slapped his head on the document.
The nosebleed mark is also a mark, and magic can be used to confirm that it is the blood of Duke Villefort.
The royal clerk took the document, looked at it, and shouted: "Valid!"
Then the private soldiers of the Chamber of Commerce escorted the mud-like Duke to the center of the ballroom, crossing their spears and holding his neck.
The third private soldier swung the huge ax used to chop the door, and Duke Villefort's head rolled to the ground.
Bernal looked at this scene with satisfaction and handed Villefort's private letter to the secretary beside him for archiving. At the same time, he ordered: "Where is his son? Kill them together."
Ten seconds later, Prince Villefort's head rolled to the ground.
Bernal: "Same goes for my daughter."
After there was no one named Villefort in the ballroom, the emperor picked up the next letter.
The horrific execution continued until midnight. Except for two of the upper-class dukes in the empire, all the others died that night.
People say that the setting sun is like blood, but in fact the rising sun can also be the same color as blood.
The history books of later generations will record this moment like this: The emergence of the morning light heralded the rebirth of this ancient and decadent country, and Monrovia's history opened a new page.
Come to station B 853515 to supervise and collect materials
(End of chapter)
