Realm of Power

"These restless Roeders are really causing harm to people."

Baron Hirtshals, the city leader of Helladion, one of the new cities on the northwest coast, sighed with an ugly face at his desk and rubbed his temples with a headache. His appearance was typical of Rui's. He is an Erdian man with a pair of gray-blue eyes under his plump eyes, thick short hair cut into a flat top, and a black mole on the edge of his mouth. In his spirit, people can feel the intelligence, elegance, and eyes. With a cold and thoughtful look

A report that had just arrived was placed on his desk. The seal on the document showed that it came from the Governor's Palace of Normandy. It said in a formulaic and fluent handwriting, "Please all the heads of coastal cities in the Normandy region, please Arrive at Bicardou within ten days to attend the Normandy regional city meeting. No delays, leave, or late arrivals are allowed. Important reminder: Because Governor Ducho is away, this meeting will be temporarily hosted by His Majesty Falcon!"

The plain words were filled with a strong chill, which made Hirtshals's eyebrows knitted together.

"What can we do? Gaoww. ?br /\u003e

He stood at the window hesitantly. The autumn sun was shining brightly outside the window. In Normandy in October, yellow grass slopes abounded. The newly cultivated land was full of lively frogs. The adobe mountains and the rising city The pale white smoke from the villages outside, the sunshine mixed with the fragrance of wild grass and leaves, and perhaps the green air of the strong black wheat, the earth is full of vitality everywhere.

“I really don’t know what these guys are thinking.”

Hirtshals stared at the sparkling river flowing beside the village outside the window, and took a deep breath helplessly. "Just for such a small amount of money, you dare to do something like this. If it were in the empire, the entire family would be It’s possible to uproot it!”

The news of the Boroccasus rebellion has spread throughout the northwest coast of Normandy. A city of 20,000 people was rushed into by more than 10,000 troops. Needless to say, people in other cities can imagine the situation.

As for the reasons for the rebellion, few people mentioned it.

There are various theories, but the most believable one is that the remnants of the Kingdom of Lod are at work. They seem to want to assassinate the former Princess of Lod, Princess Yaghelen, who is patrolling in Boluokasu. As a result, the hunter is angered. Your Majesty Eagle, under the imperial army, the whole city collapsed, more than a thousand people were killed, and tens of thousands were arrested. Most of the city was emptied out in one fell swoop.

"Perhaps such rumors can deter those local political officials with various ideas." Hirtshals smiled bitterly.

He knows the truth. Hyladen is only about fifty miles away from the rebellion site, Boluokasu. The truth can be obtained almost effortlessly. The cause of this seemingly rebellion is the tacit child subsidies tacitly agreed upon by most city leaders. Gold, comment on it. Most of the city officials in the Normandy region are very responsible. Most of them are famous nobles who have brought their families and tribes across the sea. There is no possibility of running away after working for a while.

Like most new immigrants, they hope to take root in this land, and they can also be considered as dedicated to local construction in this new land known as "New Hope." They all want to achieve something that will be famous for generations to come.

But the foundation of the Normandy region was too poor, and it had gone through several large-scale wars that were almost sweeping. Agriculture has been completely destroyed, and urban infrastructure is almost non-existent. Most of the taxes on commercial trade have to be paid. After all, the funds that can be provided are very limited. To develop the city, the population is expanding rapidly, and money is needed everywhere, so some people start to fight. I came up with the idea of ​​immigration subsidies.

In this matter, the attitude of the Normandy military has always been acquiescence.

The empire also knew that it was impossible to let the horses run without giving them grass to eat. The prosperity of new areas would inevitably lead to the existence of some dark areas.

If everything is clear, the development of new areas will not be carried out at all. Even the local garrison will turn a blind eye to smuggling. Without funds, urban development will be empty talk.

I don’t know whether Baron Nulensheng was too unlucky, or whether His Majesty Falcon suddenly wanted to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, so he just found a guy who was unlucky and killed him.

Anyway, this guy was caught red-handed, and Baron Nulensheng's massed resistance eventually turned into what the military called a rebellion. Many people would think of a bloody river of massacre, but the truth is that the rebellion had just started. They were violently suppressed by the military. During the conflict, more than a hundred people were killed and thousands of people were arrested. More Polokasu residents were happy that these domineering guys in the past were punished.

"Hey, how many people know the pain and helplessness of us city managers!" Baron Hirtshals felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he thought that he had paid more than 10,000 gold coins to build roads in the city.

He had already heard the sound of dense footsteps and stepped onto the wooden stairs on the second floor of the city hall. Baron Hirtshals turned around with a hint of consciousness, his nerves stretched to the limit.

"Mr. Hirtshals, people from the army want to see you!" came the graceful voice of the female secretary Polafus, who was a little flustered and at a loss.

"Let him in!" Hirtshals adjusted his collar, tried his best to calm himself down, and shouted towards the door,

"Excuse me, are you Baron Hirtshals?" The door was pushed open, and a young officer wearing a black military uniform walked in. His body was as straight as a sharp sword, and his cold eyes made Baron Hirtshals feel all over his body. Chilling, behind him were two soldiers with the same cold feeling. The black armor gave people a solemn look.

These are the eyes of a murderer. Hirtshals has never been on the battlefield, but he can feel that under such eyes, I believe any enemy will feel torn apart. Is His Majesty Falcon going to cleanse the entire Normandy coast? City officials?

"Excuse me, are you Baron Hirtshals?" The officer opposite looked at Baron Hirtshals and was completely frightened. He asked again, looking a little impatient.

"Yes, I am Hirtshals!" Hirtshals responded with courage. "If possible, I hope to have an honorable death."

"How to die?" The officer opposite was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. It looked like a smile, or it could be said to be disdain. "I don't know what you are talking about. I was just ordered to pick you up for a meeting! Normandy Coast City Meeting, I think you should have seen that document!”

"So, I don't have to die!" Hirtshals was a little embarrassed and put his mind down. "Can I ask, are all the people attending the meeting treated like this?"

"No, how is that possible? We are the Guards!" The young officer's stern face showed a hint of military pride and he shrugged his shoulders. "We are here under His Majesty's order!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Falcon!" Hirtshals was startled by the word and felt that his scalp was exploding. It was horrifying (to be continued...)