Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"So... the glorious Archbishop of St. Valen is suspected of murdering the Grand Duke, persecuting spell casters, spreading plagues and frameing... and provoking civil strife and conflicts among the central southern countries?"

Harvey's eyes were shaky with a sarcastic smile, and he repeated the sarcastic remarks of the Earl of the Palace and the Chief Knight.

No one refuted the powerful people in the royal capital and bowed their heads to respond.

It seems that he intends to completely throw this blame on the church, which inevitably makes people feel a sense of feng shui and turn. More than a year ago, he was nailed to the pillar of shame that persecuted civilians to betray the covenant, but those who were early The casters who were expelled and persecuted.

The Earl of the Palace was still not enough, so he added a sentence with great pride: "Your Majesty himself dissuaded... and was conspired to assassinate, which is simply an unforgivable crime."

"Oh? Is it?" Harvey sneered, "Did Archbishop Guanghui receive instructions from the Holy See or take his own initiative? It's impossible to be confused for a moment, right? When they commit these crimes, some of you stand by and some help the evildoer to abuse them. , but no one stood up to stop or oppose it! ”

Dickinson frowned and bowed, "Your Majesty has nothing to do with you. After His Majesty was seriously injured and unconscious, the bishop was indirectly in charge of the royal court and promoted the guy who was his confidant to the position of Prime Minister and Minister of Government. Even I... the position of commander of the Knights of the Royal Capital was also robbed of the excuse... and replaced by people from the church."

This part of the content is true. After the church seized the control of the most powerful armed forces in the royal capital, it not only did not use it to protect the security of the royal city, but instead sent it to the border battlefield, allowing the elite knights of these priests to be The conflict of interests between the church and the Federation fought bloody battles, wasting precious lives in vain.

This also indirectly led to the fact that when Harvey led his troops to the royal capital, Dickinson, as the chief knight of the Grand Duke, had no one available to him. Even the Royal City Guards needed to see the expression of the imperial prime minister.

"You guys took it all in just a few words." Harvey shook his head in disappointment. He had no hope for the nobles in front of him, but were just vested interests who were planning for themselves. The blood-sucking borer who can be called a dependent on the royal family and the capital is completely hypocritical, depraved, greedy and shameless.

"I believe you know very well that Grand Duke St. Valen is helpless... My spellcasting consultant and alchemists have taken turns to check his situation. He was fed by the church with a large number of secret medicines with unknown ingredients. His body has become so weak that he only depends on the higher level. Only magic can last for life.”

The chief knight's eyes turned red, and he knelt down on one knee and said nothing... The other nobles whispered silently with their eyes, without making any statement. It seemed that the dying king was not the one they had sworn to allegiance.

Only the Earl of the Palace took the initiative to stand up, "Your Majesty, once Your Majesty is dead... The throne of Saint Valen will surely attract the restlessness of the countries around you. I am bluntly speaking, as the most powerful border lord of the Principality, you should follow it. …”

As soon as he said this, the other nobles immediately reacted - good guy! I want to seize the first great contribution of the powerful and powerful people in the capital to support the new king!

"That's right! Lord City, the Principality cannot stabilize the situation without those in power. We also need a wise monarch to end the long-lasting border war!"

"That's true. The lords of various places who were summoned to the border battlefield have long been miserable and are secretly dissatisfied with the church's willingness to consume their troops!"

"The City Lord... No! Your Majesty! Your Majesty... I beg you to take the position of Grand Duke Saint Valen immediately as the Border Lord!"

Grand Duke St. Valen just became an old man, and the queen died of illness in her early years... In addition to the rumored illegitimate son, he is indeed a successor - as his uncle, the palace count has a legal successor He was in power, but his current identity was like he was feeling uncomfortable, otherwise he would not have completely ignored the royal face and was the first to jump out to support the new king.

Harvey waved his hand to shut up and sneered: "These issues are not the time to discuss... You may not know that when I choose my talents and officials, I like to follow the principle of survival of the fittest."

The Chancellor of the Finance Department wiped the greasy sweat stains on his face and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty... What does survival of the fittest mean?"

"Public trial, hanging, shooting, labor..." Harvey took a thick stack of paper from his guard behind him and wrote lightly, "Everything is judged according to the laws and regulations of my Spark City, and it is fair and just."

Before the panicked nobles reacted, he turned the first page and recited loudly: "Baron Elliot, the head of the royal court, forced the church to send civilians to the border and forced all over the capital to raise taxes. , to instigate his subordinate Wangting Guards to extort and rob passing caravans in the name of patrol and hunting..."

The crimes and responsibilities were listed one by one, and Harvey quickly spoke for two and a half pages before he finished.

Baron Elliot knelt on the ground in a panic expression, "No! Your Majesty! No... I don't know most of these things at all, and they have nothing to do with me."

Harvey looked down at the intelligence stamp on the end of the qualification document and chuckled: "You should be very clear. Since I have a way to collect the evidence of the crimes you have committed, there is naturally a way to distinguish the authenticity of it... Just relying on complaining about the injustice It's useless."

As soon as he finished speaking, two soldiers from the North Army walked up expressionlessly and dragged Baron Elliot down on the ground... What was waiting for him was probably the four eliminations Harvey just mentioned. One of the options.

Harvey curled his lips and continued to flip through the documents in his hand, "Wow! The next one is a heavyweight... Deputy Prime Minister Sir Reynolds. When the plague broke out, you worked hard to cooperate with the Church to capture spellcasters and alchemists!"

Sir Reynolds was tough and said with a stiff face: "Sir, this kind of fabricated accusation is simply a farce! I will never accept such unwarranted accusations. Please forgive me for leaving first..."

Before he turned around, two cold gun barrels suddenly hit his waist, making him unable to move. Harvey smiled and said, "What? Do you want to force me to [eliminate] you on the spot?"

He looked around at everyone and said contemptuously: "Or are you all unwilling to confess your guilt? Then I don't have to go through the boring formalities next time, just shoot you all directly!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

The nobles all stared with wide eyes, stepped back in horror, and some even staggered and fell to the ground, struggling for a long time but unable to get up.

The soldiers of the Northern Army surrounding the ruins of the Council Hall raised their guns in unison, and pointed the bright muzzles directly at the panicked nobles.

"Calm down! Please don't shoot! Your Majesty!" The Earl of the Palace waved his hands repeatedly, and knelt on the ground regardless of his noble status, "I am willing to accept the accusation, I have not committed an unforgivable felony!"

The chief knight Dickinson, who had been silent all the time, also stood up, straightened his back and said fearlessly: "Lord City Lord, may I ask what the accusation is against me...?"

Harvey sighed, flipped through the documents in his hand casually, and raised his head with a surprised expression after a moment: "Haha, Chief Knight Baron Dickinson, former commander of the Royal Capital Knights... I didn't expect that in this stinking muddy water of the Royal Capital, there would be a decent guy like you..."