Chapter 122 It Doesn’t Matter if You Kill Them All (1/2)

These subjects did not hate the nobles, nor did they choose to forgive them, but they had been disappointed too many times and dared not hold out hope.

When the old man set a precedent with a blood letter and Roger sentenced 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 past.

And the shirtless boy standing in the rain like them, he had a completely different temperament from other big men.

He was very noble, so noble that these common people felt ashamed of themselves.

But it was not because of strength, power, or gorgeous clothes, but because his soul was shining with a light beyond this era.

Lord Charles was a noble, but he was not one of those scum nobles who regarded the lowly people as ants and would only try to squeeze out the last bit of their value.

"The Charles family is full of good people... The right prime minister is like this, and so is Master Roger."

"I can't bear it anymore. I want to expose the filth that the lord has done. I believe in the Night Guard!"

"The Queen has really come to save us. Are the hard times coming to an end?"

"Long live the Queen, long live the Empire, long live Lord Charles!"

The civilians confirmed that not only would they not be liquidated for reporting these nobles, but they would really be given equal trials according to their crimes. They were boiling with excitement.

Countless people rushed forward and told Roger about the suffering and injustice they had suffered.

Like a raging river after a rainstorm, once it breaks through the shackles, nothing in the world can stop its overwhelming impact.

The common people are invisible like water. They can find a way to survive under all kinds of oppression, but if one day it breaks out, it will be a wave that the nobles cannot stop.

Perhaps there are still extraordinary powers in this world that can forcibly prolong life, but now the imperial power holds a stronger extraordinary power than the traditional aristocratic power. The roar of the common people that has never been listened to in the past ten thousand years, today all reasonable demands will finally be responded to.

Gods cannot be so fair.

After all, in order to harvest the strong faith of the vast majority of people in despair, they always stand on the side of the nobles more efficiently.

The square of Fergus City was crowded with people, from early morning to dusk, and then fighting at night, and then to the early hours of the morning.

There are still countless civilians lining up to state the crimes of these nobles.

Even if these charges are added together, the nobles present can be beheaded thousands of times.

But the grievances and sufferings in their hearts finally have a chance to be expressed. These people are willing to wait no matter how long, hoping that the Night Guards will record the absurdity of the nobles.

Robbery, murder, annexation of land, indulgence of evil slaves, human experiments, treating civilians as prey, forcing ordinary people to fight with monsters...

Roger can be said to have opened his eyes.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, or even seen it with his own eyes, the harm that those nobles brought to the common people, he really couldn't imagine that a group of nobles who had no worries about food and drink and had a long life could play so many tricks.

Where is the promise of being rich and having a conscience?

In contrast, it is just a very routine operation to find ways to increase taxes, squeeze the last bit of labor results of the common people, and cause famine and starvation in the territory.

The people present were only the common people who had a certain amount of land and remained free.

There were also serfs, slaves, and servants in the noble territories. These people at the bottom who had lost even their freedom, how miserable would they live, and how much malice would they face every day?

Roger had put on his uniform again, holding the ginger sugar water that Xiao Joey had ordered people to make, and couldn't help but sigh.

The empire was swept from north to south. When it arrived in the south, it was notorious, and there were too many garbage that surrendered directly.

They had long been corrupt for a long time, accustomed to the mentality of being high above, and never thought about what kind of harm their behavior would bring to the people in the territory.

There was only endless extortion and plunder to satisfy their ever-expanding desires.

The nobles and their children and families who were executed on the spot, I don't know how many were killed, the blood covered the high platform, and the executioner's knife was curled.

The Dark Night Guards are still active within the Free Principality Alliance, arresting those small nobles who tried to escape and escorting them to Fergus City.

At the same time, more people heard the news and entered Fergus City overnight to report their sufferings.

After a batch of nobles were killed, new ones were sent.

The sins stated were horrifying at first, but later Roger and the Dark Night Guards were numb and felt that the world was not worth it.

Under the glory and greatness of the Qingteng Empire, there are indeed too many ugly things hidden.

No wonder the Queen of Eternal Night is more determined to get rid of these nobles than Roger, a modern man.

Before, I just didn't know these people well enough, but now that I know them, Roger will kill them all.

According to the camp division of this world, lawful evil is the absolute mainstream among these nobles, and those who are more open are chaotic evil.

There are very few people who want to find the neutral camp.

Not to say that all of them are evil, but now these nobles are pulled out, and one of every two is beheaded, there will be absolutely no false or wrongful convictions.

The enthusiasm of civilians to report is unprecedentedly high, but the Dark Night Guards are not iron-clad, and can only take turns to record their grievances.

Of course, at this point, 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 who are diligently managing their own territories are left.

Roger couldn't hold on any longer, so he returned to the temporary tent to rest, at least to find something to eat.

But before he arranged for someone to do it, a fragrance attracted him.

A small foot wrapped in white silk gently kicked his calf. Roger turned around and saw the source. He asked in surprise: "Your Majesty?"

It turned out that the Queen of Eternal Night had set up a table of fried food, grilled skewers, and a bucket of beer. She sat lazily in a corner of the tent and looked at him with a smile.

She seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. She was enjoying Roger's confused look and kicked a round stool over: "Sit down."

Roger sat down in confusion. He had been busy all day and had no time to eat. He really couldn't resist the aroma of food.

Even if he disliked the royal chef of Fengling Yueying Palace, it was better than the one in Fergus City.

What's more, he was really hungry.

The Queen of Eternal Night wore a long skirt that was not so red today, but more pink, which greatly eliminated the domineering and oppressiveness of her prosperous face.

Because of the decoration of this barbecue roadside stall, it had a more casual feeling and a sense of intellectual big sister.

"Your Majesty, why are you here again?" Roger still asked worriedly, fearing that there might be a new mission.

The Queen's eyes flashed with mischief, and she said softly: "I just suddenly wanted to have a midnight snack, and I just picked someone to eat and chat with. What, the commander doesn't want to?"

Roger knew she was acting, but he didn't dare to take the role casually.

Your Majesty, go wherever you want, do you need my approval?

Can I stop you if I don't approve?

He simply pretended to be extremely hungry: "Since Your Majesty said to eat together, I won't be polite!"

He grabbed a handful of skewers, poured himself a glass of beer, and ate heartily.

There were a variety of fried and barbecued foods, and I don't know if they were directly sent from the pot, or the Queen of Eternal Night used magic to keep them fresh, but they were always at the best temperature and taste.

Paired with fine wine that was many times better than the inferior beer in the dock area bar, smelling the bloody smell outside was unexpectedly a pleasant enjoyment.

The Queen of Eternal Night ate more elegantly than him today. She bit some vegetables slowly. Seeing him eating so deliciously, she unconsciously showed a knowing smile that she didn't quite understand.

This was probably what she had prepared, the smile of an old mother who was satisfied with her silly son?

Actually not.

It's just that when she sees someone she likes happy, she will unconsciously feel happy.

She picked up the food she was interested in slowly and tasted it, while Roger was like a whirlwind, quickly finishing a glass of wine.

The Queen took the initiative to pour him another glass, and said unintentionally: "In the first few years, I killed a lot of people, so I also liked to drink."

Roger's hand stagnated, and suddenly he felt like a social death as if he had walked into a shopping mall without clothes.

Indeed, he drank much faster than usual tonight, avoiding the scenes of people rolling around.

Death and blood, for someone like him who was born in a peaceful era, are ultimately strong stimulations that are difficult to get used to.

And he ordered those nobles to be chopped off.

There is psychological pressure if you cut off the tails of mice too many times, not to mention your own kind.

Even though those nobles deserved their punishment, he subconsciously raised his glass, thinking that if he reached a state of tipsiness, perhaps those bloody scenes would not flash back before his eyes.

As a result, this little thought that he was reluctant to admit in his heart was suddenly pointed out by the Queen of Eternal Night. He inevitably became shy and wanted to deny it.

As a result, a hand suddenly touched his head, and the Queen of Eternal Night said with some guilt: "It is I who put all the pressure on you. If you really don't like these finishing tasks, just leave it to your deputy."

The hand that can control the sky fire and lightning was unexpectedly soft and warm. It didn't dislike stroking his dusty hair and rubbed it a few times.

But this action did not comfort him, but instead made Roger's male chauvinism suddenly swell.

In his opinion, the Queen of Eternal Night was telling a child that you have done a great job and don't force yourself.

Combined with the "little Roger" from the previous few times, it can form a children's paradise package...

This made him quite unconvinced, and he subconsciously retorted: "Your Majesty was younger than me when he fought the Patriotic War."

The implication is that I am not a child. If you could overcome this difficulty back then, I can naturally do it, and I will never escape.

The Queen of Eternal Night was stunned when she heard this, and then she smiled and said: "It is precisely because I was young at that time that I was impressed. At this time, I don't want the helplessness of being forced to grow up to appear on more people."

Roger said firmly: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. Since I am in charge of the Dark Night Guard, I will faithfully perform my duties. Killing a few people is nothing!"

The Queen of Eternal Night looked at Roger's strong and serious look, and sighed softly: "You have grown up a lot."

Humans are such contradictory creatures.

In the past, I looked at a salted fish and hated him for not being able to make steel. I hope he can find his own heroic path, become positive and strong, and grow rapidly.

Now seeing him really walking on the road of heroism and fearlessness, falling into darkness in search of light, she feels distressed again.

If possible, he would be a child who never worries, is muddleheaded, and wastes his time doing nothing.

Such praise finally sounded good to Roger.

I am an adult, of course I will grow up, and have all kinds of perfect functions. It is super depressing to be treated as a child all the time.

Unfortunately, Roger's mental strength has not fully recovered at this moment.

Although he has active meditation recovery, his meditation skills are not proficient, and the recovery speed is extremely limited. Now he has not reached the minimum threshold for regional broadcasting.

If the Queen of Evernight knew from her heart that Roger was unhappy with the name "Little Roger", she could easily find a way to resolve his knot and play some adult games, which would naturally increase the possibility of a confession incident.

It's a pity again, there is no if in the world.

Roger's stomach felt heavy, he ate slowly, and asked: "Your Majesty, how many nobles can I judge this time?"

He was asking about the propriety of the show.

Although he has entered the drama, after all, he must focus on the overall situation of the empire, intimidate the nobles and enhance the confidence of the civilians in the empire. After completing these two strategic goals, he can stop.

Queen Yongye replied casually: "It's up to you."

Roger couldn't help but be stunned. Another open question? Is there any subtext?

Seeing his expression, Queen Yongye knew that he was overthinking again. She turned the stick in her hand and hit him on the head with the side that was not stained with oil.

"Don't think so much, don't worry so much. Since I set up the Dark Night Guard, I am not just playing house. If these scum are unforgivable, then there is no problem in killing them all. I will not give you any indicators." Queen Yongye smiled proudly, "The most important thing in this great empire is ambitious people."

"Your Majesty, the empire is lucky to have you."

Roger couldn't help but raise his glass and drink it in one gulp.

Theoretically, Queen Yongye is the largest noble in the empire.

But she transcends the limitations of class, can think about problems from a higher and further position, and dares to take a critical step unprecedented in the world, giving herself unlimited support.

This is the kind of trust that any minister in any era would dream of gaining.

As the saying goes, if you have no desire, you will be strong. In the past, Roger just wanted to lie down. No matter how many rewards the Queen of Eternal Night gave him, it would only be a thank you and he would not be moved.

But now he looked at those numb people and really wanted to get rid of the evils that had been in this world for thousands of years and let the people at the bottom understand that they were not ants.

It should be a "person" who respects and loves himself and enjoys the beauty of this world.

There is nothing noble about blood, labor and knowledge are the true 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 the Queen of Evernight supports it, unconditionally.

He thought he had to make greater contributions in order to get such an opportunity.

Didn't you expect that you would now have the unlimited right to try all guilty nobles?

He thought he was the dad who acted out the script and acted as a deterrent mascot.

Who would have thought that His Majesty was really prepared to let those nobles become his grandsons, and was determined to take this opportunity to sweep away the obsolescence of the past and create a new era for the empire.

This surprise moved Roger to an unprecedented level.

He would not surrender to powerful power, but Queen Evernight's determination tonight made him really want to follow her.

"I am lucky to have you."

Queen Yongye also raised her head and drank the wine in her glass. She stared at Roger with her bright eyes and showed a faint smile, "I never expected that in the end, it was small people like us who created a big era."

She teleported back to the palace, but left behind infinite confidence and strength for Roger.

A leader of the Night Guard came in and reported: "To inform you, Lord Commander, there are ninety-nine nobles in the Free Principality Alliance. Seventy-six of them were captured and executed, five committed suicide, and eighteen escaped from the country. Please give instructions on the follow-up work."

Roger said calmly: "Ignore the escapees for the time being. You continue to collect evidence of the crimes of the nobles along the way north."

The leader of the Night Guard asked for instructions: "Sir, how far north can we check?"

That arrogant and beautiful figure appeared in front of Roger's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile slightly: "How big the empire is, how far we can check it."