The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

Merely stripping wealth and territory, then exiling them, led to chaos in the world, with the same few families always rising to high positions, giving rise to the notion of noble bloodlines being superior...

As time went on, the intensity of wars increased, new nobles rose, breaking the old traditions, and wars became increasingly "bloody and cruel."

But before the Eternal Night Empress, this situation was actually quite rare, and everyone adhered to many tacitly understood unspoken rules.

Submissive internally, aggressive externally, with nobles supporting each other, this was the secret to many families lasting for tens of thousands of years.

These privileges, completely beyond the reach of commoners, were the source of pride for the nobles, a sense of superiority derived from bloodlines and family names.

When the oldest nobles uttered terms like "plebeians," they felt no psychological pressure, because they had always genuinely thought that way.

Because of greed and twisted desires, within the nobles' territories, the most absurd things could happen.

Countless years of accumulation led to the birth of so much ugliness and injustice that it would be impossible to record it all.

If the Green Vine Empire wanted to transition from a traditional feudal kingdom to a centralized state, breaking the authority of the old nobles, it had to break many traditions and show the world the Empire's determination.

In the future, the Empire's commoners would not need to respect nobles, only remember the authority of the imperial power.

By performing various good deeds, allowing the Empire's vast commoners to feel the benefits of the Empress's rule, it was also a necessary operation to reduce the resistance to centralization.

At the same time, this was also the Empire's only chance of victory against the gods.

The advantage of mortals lay not in the nobles who enjoyed extravagant lives but lacked unwavering will, but in the numerous, previously overlooked, ordinary commoners.

Their vast numbers, their labor, and their contributions would be the cornerstone of initiating industrialization, allowing the Green Vine Empire to truly take off.

It was necessary to devote the nation's strength and gather the power of all the people to exchange for bargaining chips against the gods.

If the Empire wanted to take the road of industrialization, there would inevitably be a group that would be sacrificed and exploited.

On Earth, it was the farmers and the black people, but why couldn't it be those noble families who had accumulated wealth for hundreds or thousands of years here?

Wouldn't it be wonderful to use their savings as the first pot of gold to start industrialization?

The trial in Fergus City was about upholding justice, but also about breaking the supreme authority and reverence of the old nobles, establishing the supreme imperial power in a grand spectacle.

This was also part of Angelina's Oath of Glory plan.

The nobles had to feel fear and despair before they would be willing to accept the olive branch offered by the Right Minister.

A saint does not mean they have no temper. Angelina was already planning a purge when these people attacked her younger brother at the triumphal celebration.

It just so happened that the Eternal Night Empress also needed the future Empire to have only one voice.

Driven by various needs, the scene in Fergus City was made very grand, mobilizing more than 300,000 commoners overnight, coming from all directions.

This was already the limit of transportation capacity in this era, and also the limit of what the city could accommodate.

The commoners who arrived were initially very confused. They simply didn't believe that the high and mighty noble lords would be judged, and were still guessing what new reason there was for labor service.

But then, none of the familiar noble faces appeared.

Roger Charles, wearing a high-collared Dark Night Guard uniform, accentuated his tall and slender figure, making him quite dignified, and his eyes were rarely sharp.

Above his head, Little Joey held up a black umbrella, standing on the high platform, overlooking the uneasy commoners.

He knew that at this moment they didn't believe in him, nor did they believe in the Empire.

But if you want them to believe that light and justice will come, it’s not difficult.

Just pull those who claim to be eternally sacred from the altar, step them into the mud, and prove that they are no different from the Empire and the common people.

As Roger ordered, the Dark Night Guards escorted Duke Fergus and other nobles, standing in a row on the high platform.

They were tied up, their brocade robes and gorgeous clothes stained with blood and dust, and their exposed delicate skin also had wounds, which can be described as unprecedentedly embarrassed.

Many commoners wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to laugh.

When have you ever seen noble lords like this?

Could it be that they are really going to be unlucky?

A few keen people had subtle hopes in their eyes.

Because of cruel oppression, they of course also dreamed that those vicious nobles who oppressed them would die and disappear.

Unfortunately, generations of commoners were born, grew old, sick, and died, but the nobles were still high above.

Dreams were always dreams, and that day never came.

This led to the fact that in the eyes of the common people, the past bloody cruelty of the nobles was too profound, and even so they still remembered that after their ups and downs, they were still above them, and they always held back their laughter and did not dare to speak out.

But today, Roger appeared here to break the invisible power that these nobles possessed.

"Kneel!"

Roger ordered in a cold voice.

The Dark Night Guards pushed the shoulders of those defeated nobles, making them kneel towards the vast number of commoners.

Exclamations and screams came from the commoners.

The noble lords actually bent their noble knees to themselves?

A middle-aged noble resisted the strength of the Dark Night Guards and fell to the ground in the struggle.

This person was quite backbone, and would rather be whipped than kneel to these commoners.

He tried hard to raise his head and roared at Roger: "Roger Charles, you are also a noble, you let us kneel to these lowly people, is this to let the authority of the nobles fall into the dust?"

Roger replied coldly without a trace of emotion: "The authority of the nobles does not come from being tyrannical, bloody exploitation, and maintaining mystery, but should be guarding the territory and prospering the country."

The middle-aged noble sneered: "Don't make these empty grand principles, if you have the ability, just give me a quick one, I can't possibly cooperate with your performance..."

Bang!

A loud noise.

Roger held a silver short-handled metal weapon in his hand, and the muzzle emitted undissipated green smoke.

The middle-aged noble's head directly exploded into a watermelon, and his body twitched a few times before stopping moving.

Secret Law Society Prototype Large-Caliber Handgun · Empire Eagle.

The copper cartridge case retreated to the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"It seems I still have some skills." Roger raised his gun and aimed at another noble who was also struggling desperately, and that guy immediately stiffened and knelt down with a plop.

This young master of the Charles family is really crazy. He kills when he says he kills, and he doesn't even know how to save face for the nobles?

Isn't he putting on a show, is he going to be real and judge these people?

Everyone really panicked. Roger's behavior today broke I don't know how many tacitly understood unspoken rules.

This running dog of the Eternal Night Empress will be punished sooner or later!

The nobles greeted Roger's eighteenth generation of relatives in their hearts.

But the situation is stronger than people, and everyone is still trying to behave well, but they dare not make any resistance, for fear that the powerful weapon will also give their heads a shot.

This one-word disagreement headshot not only suppressed the restless nobles, but also suppressed the uneasy commoners in the audience.

There were territorial people under the rule of that middle-aged noble present, and naturally recognized that it was their own Earl Lord.

That is an Earl Lord!

Earls of the City of Mysteries walk all over the place, and Dukes are not as good as dogs, but in the eyes of these common people, that is a big man who can stand up and break the sky, and stomping his feet will directly kill them.

This was directly killed?

Really dead? Completely dead?

Yay!

Who is this handsome, cold-faced young man?

Can he really judge these noble lords and bring the legendary fairness and justice?

Because they had experienced war, these commoners were not afraid of bloody and killing scenes.

But Roger's decisiveness and ruthlessness in killing a great nobleman in public without any scruples still shocked them.

The nobles' butcher knives are only sharp enough when they face the untouchables. Between them, shouldn't it be a slow-paced, graceful, red wine-shaking py transaction?

Under the tense and uneasy, yet faintly expectant gazes of the commoners, Roger put the Empire Eagle on his waist and raised the Eternal Night Order:

"I, Roger Charles, Chief Commander of the Dark Night Guard, supervise all the nobles of the Empire on behalf of Her Majesty the Eternal Night Empress. I assure you that in the future, nobles will be subject to the Empire's laws just like commoners, and the law will be strictly enforced, and violations will be investigated."

"Are you, aren't you also a noble?" A young man asked loudly, and was immediately covered by his mother's mouth in fear.

This child doesn't want to live anymore, how dare he interrupt the Grand Master's words?

Angelina has a very good reputation among the people, which naturally leads to the Charles surname being well known by the common people, knowing that he is the Eternal Night Empress's favored great nobleman.

Roger smiled at the child: "Indeed, I am also a noble, so I am also subject to the law. If I have any illegal behavior, everyone has the right to report me to the Empire's law enforcement department."

His words caused the commoners to discuss again, giving rise to a sense of disbelief.

A noble lord, asking the commoners to supervise him and report him?

This kid looks quite smart, why is he just talking nonsense?

The scene cooled down for a while.

These commoners have been oppressed by the nobles for too long, and they are holding back a great injustice in their hearts.

But looking at the noble lords' faces, which are not angry and self-threatening, and thinking about their past methods, they can't help but tremble, and their hearts are cowardly.

They are afraid that this is just a propaganda, a show.

The final ending is still the nobles maintaining each other, and the so-called trial is just a formality.

If so, the people's three-seven split, the nobles' full return, after that, will the whistleblowers have good fruit to eat?

They will definitely be put on small shoes, and then tortured to death in various ways.

The rain suddenly became denser again, and the nobles kneeling on the ground, with their heads held high and their faces serious, actually suppressed the commoners whose eyes shrank and hesitated.

The sparks that had just risen in their eyes seemed to be extinguished by the rain again.

Under the black umbrella, Roger waited quietly, his face unchanged.

This scene was also within his expectations.

People who have been oppressed for a long time are numb, dull, ignorant, and humble. Facing the noble authority that is promoted as sacred, they are exploited so miserably that as long as there is still a glimmer of hope for survival, they will not make any resistance.

Even if Roger said it so clearly and made a demonstration, what he got was still silence.

Being hurt again and again, disappointed again and again, these commoners don't even dare to dream anymore, let alone believe in hope.

Afraid that the final result is just disappointment.

Alas for their misfortune, anger at their failure to strive.

Roger suddenly felt very much the feelings of a certain sage.

The bottom people who are chained really think they are worthless, and they don't even know how to respect and love themselves, and they don't even dare to complain about injustice.

Roger is not a born nobleman after all. He was also a member of these small people, once oppressed by the darkness so that he couldn't breathe, and didn't dare to believe that the world would get better.

But there will always be light that will shine in to dispel the haze.

He suddenly took a step forward and walked out of the umbrella's coverage.

Little Joey quickly raised the umbrella to follow, but was stopped by Roger raising his hand, and could only stop in place somewhat at a loss and worried.

The rain quickly beat Roger's hair, wet his clothes, making him look embarrassed as well.

He took off his Dark Night Guard uniform, took off his top, revealed his chest, and then jumped off the high platform.

The crowd naturally avoided, for fear that the lowly self would dirty the body of this noble young master.

Roger's eyes became brighter and brighter, continuing to burn with fire, faintly burning with flames, roaring:

"If you don't believe that I am a high-ranking noble, now I have come to the same height as you, and bathe in the same rain as you, just to tell you that nobles are not sacred, and are not worthy of your fear."

"Don't tell me that you want me to believe that the nobles we arrested today are all good nobles who love the people like their own children, are strict with themselves and lenient with others, and there is no injustice in their territories, and every citizen lives a happy and fulfilling life, so I want to announce that they can be released without guilt?"

"Then let's applaud these excellent nobles of the Empire together, okay? Let me report their merits to the Empress in Aodu, okay? Please let them rule you, rule your sons, rule your grandsons, so that you generations, all be dogs of the Fergus family, okay?"

He looked at these numb people and applauded himself.

One after another, very rhythmically.

Someone subconsciously followed, clapped a few times, but quickly stopped, feeling that something was wrong.

Nobles love the people like their own children?