In the Name of the Queen

Chapter 363 Greed kills people

The darkness dissipated, leaving only pain and confusion in the Kingdom of Tyrol.

The Darkborn can leave, but the secondary Darkborn cannot, because they have another name, human traitors.

They may all have their own difficulties, but it doesn't matter.

As the return day gets closer, the struggle is no longer a small fight between countries, but a life-and-death struggle between ethnic groups.

There is a possibility of forgiveness for any crime, but traitors cannot be easily forgiven.

Although Sophia is a bit extreme, Roland still accepted her suggestion.

After all, this is a rare agreement between Sophia and Christine.

Christine not only suggested executing all traitors, but also suggested that she should do it.

Thinking of these people tied to the stake and swallowed by the holy flame, Roland inexplicably felt a chill coming from behind.

Christine took over the work of dealing with human traitors, of course, she also had selfish motives.

After this setback, the hatred of the people of Tyrol for the darkness will reach its peak.

She who resolutely suppressed the darkness in the concert hall incident will surely become a hero in the hearts of the Tyrolean people. As long as the light trade is promoted in a timely manner, the glory of the goddess will bathe this city eroded by darkness.

She has two things to do immediately.

The first is to purify the secondary dark descendants. The stake has been ordered overnight. No one who should be burned at the stake can escape.

The second is to visit the injured masses and artists in the concert hall incident. Winning people's hearts is the basic skill of clergy, and Christine will naturally not fall behind.

In short, she is very satisfied with the results of this action, with only a little regret.

Roland seems to be not very concerned about the disposal of the secondary dark descendants, and even has the idea of ​​​​conquering some of them, which makes her a little puzzled.

These scums eroded by darkness, are there still value for use?

This is the biggest difference between her and Roland.

Roland puts interests first in doing things, does not value positions, and can even accept people who change positions.

Christine absolutely cannot accept these human traitors tainted by darkness.

With some resentment, Christine personally presided over this barbecue party called purification.

In front of the ruins of the concert hall, the high and majestic voice of the judge representing light echoed over the square, and it could not be calmed for a long time.

The judge did not hesitate to put all these people under the big hat of never turning over, and then sent them to the stake.

As Christine cast the first torch, the stakes were lit one by one.

In the burning of the holy flames, the secondary dark descendants wailed in pain.

Their pain was destined to be much heavier than that of ordinary prisoners.

Christine prepared holy water, constantly renewing their lives, and then continued to burn.

Field Marshal Matson, who was tried on the first stake, had outstanding physical fitness and a huge physique, weighing more than 200 kilograms. The thick fat made him extremely powerful on the battlefield. He was not only an excellent commander but also a warrior who could fight a hundred with one.

These thick fats can usually provide sufficient energy and buffer. Fat wrapped in meat is simply the standard configuration of fierce generals in the cold weapon period.

However, in this barbecue feast, these fats became the source of his misery.

He screamed for three hours without dying.

Christine kept treating him, so that he was always hanging on.

Plenty of holy water, and so was the pain.

This was Christine's attitude towards the Dark Ones.

She wanted to use this method to intimidate those who opposed her and let them know who they were facing.

The wailing of other stakes only lasted for about an hour at most, only Mattson continued to suffer.

When the holy flame was just lit, the onlookers cheered loudly, excited for the revenge of their dead relatives.

The wailing of the raped became their greatest spiritual comfort.

In their ears, these screams were more beautiful than the performances in the concert.

But after half an hour, the mentality of the onlookers changed a little.

Isn't the execution over yet?

Although they are sinful, the death penalty is enough to offset their crimes, which is enough.

Killing criminals is justice, but is continued torture still justice?

Some people fell into deep thought, and some people could not bear to continue watching the ceremony, but no one dared to come out to dissuade them.

Christine exuded a holy light, as majestic as a goddess descending.

As long as the goddess did not come to the world in person, her words and deeds as the goddess's spokesperson represented light.

Who dared to oppose the punishment of God?

Just as Christine continued to pour holy water on Mattson, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Roland appeared from nowhere and pressed the back of Christine's hand.

"It's okay, let him be free." He said softly.

"Is it an order? My lord." Christine asked in a low voice.

In theory, she was indeed Roland's vassal, but Roland was also her vassal.

They were juxtaposed monarchs and ministers.

If Roland gave her an order as a lord, she would certainly obey, but

"Is it okay to make suggestions as a friend?" Roland looked at Christine's fiery eyes and felt a little headache.

He was never good at dealing with women, especially fanatical female clergy.

If Christine insisted, he probably wouldn't insist.

Looking at Roland's complicated eyes, Christine was silent for a moment, picked up the spear beside her and threw it out.

The tip of the spear pierced Mattson's heart accurately, ending his pain.

"Okay."

Her voice was particularly gentle, and the heat in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Roland had an illusion that Christine seemed to have returned to the ignorant candidate saint when he first met her.

Full of hope for the future, her innocent eyes were as clean as a spring.

However, this clean eyes now became a fleeting glimpse.

This is probably the price of growth.

Christine became a formal saint as she wished, and even made the old pope "willingly" hand over power.

Not only that, she was recognized by the goddess of light and obtained divine power, and her strength was much stronger than before.

Roland wanted to ask her, is this what you want?

But he didn't ask, because he already knew the answer.

Of course, Christine has not changed at least in one thing, her piety to the goddess.

She is still the innocent Christine, but he has some presumptuous expectations.

It is normal for a saint to be devout in her faith. The kind of love brain that is easily conquered by men and overflowing with holy water is a strange saint.

Roland was relieved instantly.

At least Christine cherishes their friendship, that's enough.

He smiled and said: "The dirty soul has been cleansed by the holy flame and has gone to the underworld. It's over."

Christine liked to hear this.

She was really worried that Roland would say something that would embarrass her.

Her faith in the goddess is unshakable, but she also doesn't want to disagree with Roland.

After all, she has few friends, and Roland is the only one she can confide in.

The execution ceremony ended, and the onlookers left in an orderly manner.

Almost everyone walked out with their heads down, not daring to look around.

Darkness is certainly not good, but is light good?

The Tyroleans have more or less had such doubts in their hearts, but such doubts will soon disappear because they will hear Matson's wailing in their ears.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Roland knew very well that this barbecue feast established the lofty status of the Court of Light in Tyrol.

It would be much more difficult for the other two major sects to get involved in this place.

Roland did not notice that when the crowd left the stage one by one, Mr. Menette, who was sitting on the podium, had a face as white as a piece of paper.

If someone got close, they could even smell the foul smell coming from under his seat.

He really felt endless fear.

All the secondary dark descendants except him were burned to death. Thinking that many of these people were his colleagues, he felt a little sad.

Fortunately, he made the right choice and got on Roland's chariot as soon as possible, so he escaped.

Being good at choosing is also part of success.

Roland did not stay in Tyrol for too long.

There were too many problems in the Kingdom of Tyrol, and it was not possible to solve them in a short time by inviting a prime minister.

Roland could only give Menette some suggestions and let him make his own arrangements.

He had already served as the prime minister of five countries, and it was difficult to even have five fingers in one place, let alone five countries.

Most of the time, he toured around the Kingdom of Tyrol and gave speeches.

He knew what the Tyroleans wanted to hear most, such as the glorious past of the Odin Empire, but Roland did not cater to their tastes. He did not talk about the past of the Odin Empire, but about the Alemanni Empire, a superpower in the Fifth Era.

The Odin Empire only excavated some of the remains of the Alemanni Empire and became one of the top powers at the time.

They claimed to be the successor of the Alemanni Empire, and the Kingdom of Tyrol claimed to be the successor of the Odin Empire.

In this case, why not skip the middlemen and claim to be the successor of the Alemanni Empire?

Roland would not say it clearly, he would only hint.

He walked from the north to the south of the kingdom, without many followers, only books he brought with him.

Wherever he went, he won everyone's applause through his speeches, and then distributed books introducing the Alemanni Empire to everyone.

These books and his speeches were like a fire, falling on the barren grassland, and soon they would burn.

Before the appearance of the Dark Elves, Roland stood on the side of the Sussex Empire and was keen to compete with other countries.

But after the appearance of the Dark Elves, Roland realized that the infighting among the human race was meaningless.

Only by integrating the power of all human races can they fight against powerful races such as the Dark Elves.

Only by shocking these powerful races with unstoppable power can they unify the power of the entire plane and fight the God's Punishment Legion to the end.

He fully understood Sophia's mentality of allowing the Dark Elves to return.

Sophia was absolutely confident in herself. She believed that she could defeat any enemy, even if the opponent was a goddess, and there were three of them.

This is a real strong man.

Roland didn't want to be left far behind by Sophia.

He also had his own plans. He firmly believed in the potential of mankind and his own potential.

The Knowledgeable Star Path may not be the most combative star path, but it must be one of the most rewarding and enjoyable star paths.

Gain more knowledge and power by spreading knowledge, and then continue to spread the newly acquired knowledge, and then gain more knowledge and power.

During his time in the Kingdom of Tyrol, he won many rare medals of the Knowledgeable Path.

[Inheritance of the Ancient Empire], [Master of Time Legend], [Excellent Orator].

It doesn't matter whether the Kingdom of Tyrol is a descendant of the Alemanni Empire, as long as they think they are.

When Roland finished his national tour and returned to the capital, he saw that the reconstruction of the concert hall was going on day and night.

It's a pity that the new building is not a concert hall, but the Palace of Light.

Roland certainly knows Christine's reason.

Using the power of light to permanently suppress the dark cracks is an impeccable and legitimate reason.

Although some people knew that the Dark Rift had been taken away by Milones, these insiders would not expose her openly.

Roland said goodbye to the new cabinet and the new king of the Kingdom of Tyrol.

Before leaving, he painted a big pie for the new king.

If the crown of the Odin Empire is difficult to fight for, you can find another way to directly fight for the crown of the Alemanni Empire.

After all, during the Alemanni Empire, the Pruden Kingdom was a barbarian territory, and the Alemanni Empire's inheritance rights in the Pruden Kingdom were not even as good as those of the Val City-State.

The new king understood, and Menette's old face also smiled.

They finally felt the joy of being an ally with Roland.

Thinking of the pain of being an enemy, Menette secretly vowed that he would never stand on the opposite side of Roland.

As the only Dark Descendant who survived the concert hall incident, Menette always felt that the God of Destiny was favoring him.

However, when Christine summoned him to undergo the purification ceremony, the smile that had just appeared on Menette's face froze on his face.

To be fair, Christine's purification method was very useful. The growth of the dark seed in his body had been completely suppressed, and it was even shrinking.

Since it could have such a miraculous effect, he would certainly not refuse.

After the grand farewell dinner, Menette finally watched Roland's carriage disappear at the end of the horizon and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was grateful to Roland, it was not easy to make a living under Roland.

He was of course happy to send this plague god away with great difficulty.

Some people are happy, while others are not.

Barov, the chief steward of the Winter Palace, is one of them.

Recently, he always felt that his eyelids were twitching inexplicably, and his throat was always inexplicably dry, and drinking more tea was useless.

Years of serving the emperor made him develop a habit of caution.

He vaguely felt that someone was investigating him strictly.

He could not find a reason, but he always felt that the person who was staring at the lost treasures in the Winter Palace was not ordinary.

Under no circumstances, he had to send all the people he could to start searching for clues.

Just when he was feeling uneasy, a voice came from the door.

"The Prime Minister is here!"

Angelina is here?

Barov was startled and almost dropped the cup in his hand.

In his opinion, Angelina was the most inflexible of Her Majesty's confidants. She was stubborn and unyielding.

He had bribed Angelina many times, but to no avail.

Although he was a little uneasy, Barov still received Angelina warmly.

Before he could exchange a few pleasantries, Angelina asked directly: "Did you take away many treasures from the Winter Palace, or even sell them abroad?"

"I didn't, I didn't, I was just a door dog, guarding the house for Her Majesty. You slandered my work so much, I'm going to the Queen"

Angelina didn't say anything, just took out a formal document and waved it in the air.

"Her Majesty the Queen has granted me full authority to handle this matter. Tell me now, maybe you still have a last chance to save your life, otherwise..."

"No, you don't have the power to do this!" Barov retreated in fear and shouted hurriedly.

Angelina looked at Barov with a fool's eyes, secretly cursing the old man for being crazy.

No matter how immoral it was before, it was all in the past.

However, he was acting as a guard of the Winter Palace for his own personal gain.

It would be fine if he was seeking personal gain, but he actually wanted to take advantage of Roland as a local snake.

Angelina sneered, "I have never seen an idiot who dares to take advantage of Roland. Tell me the whereabouts of those lost treasures, this is your last chance."

"I didn't do anything wrong myself, maybe some petty officials stole it?"

Barov was still stubborn.

Seeing that he was completely unaware of the approach of death, Angelina sneered and pointed her finger at the damn Barov.

The old butler who was talking just now turned into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Angelina's compassionate eyes disappeared, replaced by endless indifference.

"Barov, I gave you a chance, but you chose to die. Your statue is located on the left side of the Winter Palace entrance, and your work nameplate only needs to write "Grant."

"Greed."

Angelina said softly, and completely announced that Barov was finished. (End of this chapter)

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