Nine Hundred and Fifty Eight Random
In Briben, in a barracks of the 116th Heavy Grenadier Division of the Ireland Hill Empire, neat barracks are lined up, and training soldiers are practicing formation on the school field.
In the distance, resting soldiers were playing football, and neatly parked under the green shade were armored vehicles that had just been driven out for regular maintenance and cleaning.
The soldiers of the logistics maintenance unit and the crew members of the armored vehicles walked on the smooth camp road in twos and threes carrying buckets, and from time to time there were huge transport planes climbing up and flying in the distance.
Not far from this barracks is a large military airport that has just been built. Many planes transporting disaster relief supplies take off from here, and there are also many transport opportunities to transfer here.
Outside a barracks of the 116th Division near the division headquarters, soldiers wearing powered exoskeleton armor held their weapons and stood neatly facing out under the vicious sunlight. They are responsible for guarding the prisoners in this barracks, and they have to change their guards every two hours.
In the barracks, at the end of the simple long wooden table, an old man wearing a traditional Grekken magic robe, leaning on a very inconspicuous staff, said with a smile on his face: "Look, look! Don't be nervous. ...I'm not going to kill you all..."
He is the Grand Consul of the southern region and the general manager of the exclusive economic zone of the southern region of the Alan Hill Empire.
Sitting on both sides of this long table at this moment are the old nobles and old bureaucrats who he ordered the officers and soldiers of the 116th Division to "please come back".
As the highest chief executive here, Alves has been here for a while, but he can clearly feel that the control of the Alan Hill Empire over this land is really infinitely approaching zero.
So he was very angry, and the irritable magical energy in his heart was actually tumbling all the time. After all, every magician's temper is actually not very good, and their bodies are more or less full of some violent genes.
The smile on his face was forced. In fact, he really wanted to slap the table and use fireball to greet these bastards in front of him.
It's just that now he knows that it is of course the best choice to solve the problem in an amicable way.
So he smiled reluctantly, and tried to use a gentler tone, and said to these stubborn, vile, cruel, and shameless guys: "I just want to know, why do you want to fight the entire Elland Hill Empire?" Right?"
Hearing his question, an old noble immediately began to complain: "My lord! Your lord! You misunderstood! We, we are not against the Alan Hill Empire..."
"Our family still hangs the national flag of the Alan Hill Empire... We are loyal supporters of the Alan Hill Empire!" Another nobleman also said.
They are very familiar with this kind of superficial work. According to their understanding, as long as these face-saving projects are done well, under normal circumstances, no one will question their loyalty.
It's just that they don't seem to realize that this time is somewhat different from so many times in the past.
Alves, who didn't take this kind of thing at all, still kept talking to himself: "I think you guys made a mistake. I came here not to entangle you. What are you thinking in your heart?"
Having said that, he didn't care about the old nobles and old bureaucrats with very ugly faces, but continued: "I came to you, just to make sure that you can use everything you have to support the Alan Hill Empire, and for Alan Xi The Er Empire takes complete control of the southern region and makes the contribution you should make."
"First of all...it's very simple, you have to provide enough wealth for atonement...don't tell me that you are innocent, if the money you give out does not match the crimes you committed, then I really want to discuss it with you, What is the more comfortable way to die?" After he finished speaking, he continued without a pause, "Secondly, you must ensure that your subordinates are obedient and obedient. If one of them If you don't want to cooperate with my work, then he and you, the boss, will die!"
When he was talking, he also ignored the old nobles who had already whispered and expressed strong dissatisfaction with their eyes.
I just listened to him speaking of his own request with righteous words: "And then, I don't think you deserve to enjoy the status of nobility, nor can you continue to enjoy the glory brought by the title of nobility... So, hand over your titles and move out of the house." Your manor."
The old nobles who heard these demands immediately exploded. Some of them even stood up, while some put their hands on the table, biting their lips and staring at Alves who was talking.
If it weren't for the fact that the speaker might be a powerful magician, they might all rush forward and eat the talking bastard alive.
How many years? No one dares to talk to them like that? They are like earth emperors here, and no one has ever been able to snatch food from their mouths!
Is there any law left? How dare you snatch the benefits they already have in their hands? Is there any reason? He even bullied the nobles and bureaucrats!
"Finally, if you are willing to cooperate, I will follow my promise and let you leave here alive, how about it?" Just when these nobles were about to explode, Alves also finished what he wanted to say, concluding He asked such a sentence.
"So...then, how much ransom do we need to pay to get rid of our sins?" An old nobleman smiled angrily, looked at Alves with a sneer, his eyes were full of hatred.
He even forgot that Alves was actually a powerful magician because of his anger. Now his tone of voice has lost the slightest respect.
Alves didn't care about his disrespect, but continued to state a fact: "It depends on your source of funds, and the previous crimes of oppressing civilians. To put it simply, you may need to hand over all your property , including the manor or castle where you live now."
"Our subordinates still obey your orders obediently?" Another nobleman couldn't hold back anymore, and asked in a cold tone.
The private army, or the city guards who obeyed their orders, was the basis for these old nobles to bully the weak and settle down. If these private armed forces obeyed the orders of others, who would guarantee their safety?
"Actually, an accurate description is that the empire does not allow private troops to continue to exist, so the old city guards, including your private armed forces, must be disbanded." Alves continued to reply in a businesslike manner.
"Then if we leave here, we may be attacked by those rioters who are trying to disrupt the law and order. Isn't your promise to let us walk out here alive?" The old nobleman at the head, that is, Earl Herman, sneered. asked.
In fact, at this moment, he was not too flustered. He knew that his subordinates had started to act with rumors, and soon the deputy prime minister would be passive and had to cooperate with them.
So now he still looks like he is holding the chance of winning, and said to Alves coldly: "We need to discuss it, and it may take a few days to discuss the result... Prepare us food that suits our identities, And provide hot water and soft beds... We will let you know after discussing the results."
"I'm afraid it won't work! Mr. Herman." Alves was also unwilling to call the young man in his dozen years old in front of him an earl. In his eyes, the vulgar nobles in the southern region were not nobles at all.
In contrast, he admired those new northern nobles who were polite and made great contributions to society. Those new nobles who are loyal to the Alan Hill Empire and are willing to sacrifice their lives for Chris are more like real nobles no matter how they look at it.
"When did you do what I said, and when will you be able to eat food." Alves interrupted Herman, and then emphasized his position.
"It's unreasonable! Why can't we discuss it? Why don't we give us food if we can't negotiate a result?" The nobleman closest to Alves knocked on the table with his hand and shouted aggressively. .
His words resonated with many nobles, and everyone became restless, willing to keep quiet, and fewer and fewer people listened to what Alves said.
"Also, the environment here is too bad! I want to change to a more decent place for us to rest!" Amidst the quarrel, a nobleman waved his fist and shouted loudly.
His proposal caused many nobles to applaud, as if they had already won the victory. The sound of cheers, applause, and whistles came and went, and the whole barracks was very lively for a while.
"I'm really envious... those former magicians...the era when they faced these noisy guys, they could use flames to quickly solve the problem." Alves sighed softly.
"I came here to witness all of this." Wearing a mask, a petite figure in black sitting next to Alves said.
Who would have thought that Her Royal Highness Jessica, the princess of the Alan Hill Empire, was sitting here, supervising Alves to deal with the immediate conflict.
"Since I'm sitting here, I can't come in vain...I will explain what I've seen and heard to His Majesty...So, you now have the right to use any means to dispose of this rubbish." Jessica Said politely to Alves.
"Your Highness is considerate of his subordinates, and I am really grateful." Alves smiled and looked at the old nobleman Herman who was not far away from him: "Let them be quiet and sit down for me honestly, otherwise I will Randomly burn one..."