Chapter 508 "Game"

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, I... don't quite understand." Marquis Wick wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What does elimination... mean?"

"The gallows, labor in the mines, confiscation of family property, deportation," the prince wrote lightly, "the rules of the game are in line with royal laws and are very fair."

"No, I served your father, you can't-"

"I am your King now, so of course," he interrupted, "Don't panic, if you pass all ten questions, you can still get promotions and rewards. It's fun to win and lose, right?"

"I...cannot accept it," Sir Pylow shook his head, "This is too childish! The punishments you mentioned must be decided by the Inquisition. Your Majesty, I feel a little unwell, please allow me to leave first."

He turned around and wanted to leave the hall, but found that the door had been closed, and two soldiers stood expressionlessly at the exit, showing no intention of giving in.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, Mr. Pylau," Roland said, spreading his hands. "If you insist on leaving, there will be one more way to eliminate you." He made a shooting gesture, "You will be shot to death."

The nobles widened their eyes and took two steps back involuntarily, while the soldiers on both sides raised their guns and watched the group's movements warily.

"Now, the game begins." Roland stood up, clapped his hands and said, "The first question is, are you involved in the forced recruitment of refugees from all over the country and forcing them to attack the Western Territory? Let you start first, Prime Minister gentlemen."

"..." Marquis Wick was silent for a moment, "I did follow Tifeko's orders and recruit refugees from the east and south, but I didn't know the second half of what you said."

Roland felt a slight pinch on his right shoulder.

"Unfortunately, I told you that you only have one chance," he waved his hand, "take him there. There is a prison under this palace."

"Your Majesty, what I said is true——"

"However, you and I both know that even this sentence is a lie," Roland ignored the Prime Minister's complaint and watched him being dragged down the hall before saying slowly, "If you were a little smarter, don't choose Lying will do you no good - I can tell lies."

Everyone stood there blankly, and no one dared to speak for a while.

"If no one takes the initiative to answer, then I will call the roll," he looked at the Minister of Justice nonchalantly, "Mr. Pai Lao, what about you?"

…

Just as Roland thought, this was a trial.

He had to quickly deal with the nobles here before he could have the energy to deal with matters south of Falling Dragon Ridge. He himself cannot stay here for too long. In the end, the talents trained by the city hall will have to manage the affairs here - and the resistance to taking over the city comes from the local nobles and the other from the underworld gangs.

Due to limited investment, it was impossible for him to sort out the Changge Fortress as thoroughly as he did, so he still needed a certain amount of cooperation with the traditional forces. The purpose of this trial is to quickly eliminate those nobles who have colluded too deeply with Tifeko and are guilty of serious crimes, leaving small nobles with clean backgrounds as partners to maintain the basic operation of the city. As for the black street, it can be left to Tasa to coordinate order.

After all, the purpose of his original decision to launch the spring offensive was to worry that Tifeko would recruit people in large numbers and waste them on a meaningless war of attrition. If he overthrows Tifeko and leaves, the city will definitely fall into chaos in a short period of time, and then he will be no different from the false king.

After a year of intensive development, Roland's power is no longer the same as it was at the beginning. Therefore, although he does not plan to fully develop the royal capital as a key city, there is no need to completely hand it over to others like a fortress.

Whether it is the aristocracy or the church, he has the qualifications to step on the stage and overturn the table.

"Last question, have any of you ever oppressed or persecuted people? This includes witches."

After nine questions, out of the more than fifty nobles in the hall, there are now less than ten left. This elimination rate is not surprising, because those who can serve in the city hall have been screened by Tifeke in advance. Those who felt that his position was unfair and that there were doubts about the death of Wimbledon III were all kicked out of the palace by him. Roland was surprised that there were seven people who had not participated in the conspiracies he planned and had nothing to do with the church.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong." A nobleman knelt down with sweat. "I once ordered my men to beat a civilian. He rubbed the mud on his feet onto my pants. I couldn't hold it back. … But it was just a beating, it didn’t kill him.”

"I...I secretly possessed a shop owner's daughter, but she seduced me first!"

"The butler slept with my wife while I was out hunting. I didn't pass the court ruling, but cut off his dick... But Your Majesty, the butler shouldn't be included in this, right?"

The various responses from the remaining nobles made Roland struggle to hold back his smile. Normally, these things would not be considered crimes at all, not even mistakes. But now, they are obviously panicked, fearing that concealing these issues will be considered a lie by themselves, so that they all reveal it.

When the other party finished speaking, Roland cleared his throat and said, "Nothing else?"

"No more," the nobles confirmed.

When there was a gentle pinch on his right shoulder, he nodded, "Congratulations everyone, you passed the game."

This sentence made everyone who responded visibly relieved.

"I said at the beginning that rewards and punishments are interesting... Don't worry, the promises I made are always valid, especially when there are so many vacant seats in the city hall. But before that, I was a little concerned," Roland looked at the two people standing at the end of the crowd - apart from answering "No more", they didn't say a word. In other words, these two people believed that they had not violated any laws, and Nightingale also Confirming their judgment, "What are your names and what positions do you hold at City Hall?"

"Alva Tabor, Your Majesty." One person replied, "I am responsible for matters related to the astrology."

"Blanche Orlando," the other person was a woman, "serves as the ceremonial officer."

I see, it’s probably difficult to do anything bad in this kind of position... The two of them can be regarded as the only clean stream among the aristocrats in the city hall. Roland sat back on the throne, "You can leave the palace first. I will notify you when I finish reorganizing the family order." He paused, "You will soon see that my way of governing is the same as my father's. , Tifeko are different, don’t forget the reason why you can pass the game...keep it up, this game will not happen only once."

After the nobles reluctantly retreated, Roland also left the hall and walked towards the basement with Nightingale.

It's time to meet his "brother", he thought. (To be continued.)