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

"Singing the same tune... Woohoo, why don't I have a brother?"

After the four-person meeting, everyone was in a good mood, except Margaret, who felt wronged and felt that she was shown off by the siblings.

It can't be said to be a show of affection, but it also made her feel uncomfortable and uneasy!

These two siblings cooperated with each other, and I'm afraid that His Majesty's favor for me will be reduced a little bit!

If this trend continues, it will be a matter of time for Roger to be recruited into the cabinet, right?

At that time, I won't have to watch Charles and his brother perform and cooperate here every day, but I will have no power to fight back?

This is terrible!

No, I have to find a smart and powerful foreign aid who can sing the same tune with me to stand firm in the cabinet!

The faces of the cabinet ministers appeared in front of Margaret, and finally locked on Dio Brando, the Minister of History who had just returned to Audu.

The other cabinets were all from aristocratic families, wearing the same pants as Angelina, and didn't like me that much...

Only Dio was born a commoner, so there is still a possibility of fighting for it!

And he is smart and powerful enough.

I wanted to form an alliance with him before, this time, we must seize the opportunity!

Brave Mary, don't be afraid of difficulties!

...

...

The next morning, it drizzled.

Fergus City, the capital of the Principality of Fergus, is a city that prospers with the active adventurers. Its business, forging and service industries are quite developed.

The Dark Night Guards joined forces with the support of the governors of the surrounding provinces and administrative officials, and successfully took over the territories of the surrounding nobles.

And since the day of victory, they have been promoting it everywhere, calling on the civilians who have been bullied and persecuted by these nobles to come to Fergus City to seek justice and accuse these nobles of their crimes.

Lord Roger Charles, the commander of the Dark Night Guards, will preside over a public trial of these great nobles with the sacred power granted by the Queen of the Eternal Night.

At that time, the crimes of these corrupt nobles will be recorded based on the evidence provided by the people of the empire, and then their fate will be determined.

This is a new thing that has never happened in the empire or even the Eternal Night World.

Will the nobles also be brought to the trial?

You should know that there is an absolute difference between nobles and commoners in this world.

Especially for a noble like Grand Duke Fergus, he is a local tyrant in his own territory. As long as he does not rebel, the Queen of Eternal Night will not interfere with what he does in his territory.

If a noble commits a serious crime, he usually only needs to pay compensation. Administrative officials have no right to judge nobles.

This is the background of the Middle Ages. The strength and status of the strong and the weak are as different as heaven and earth. The level of governance of the territory of ordinary nobles is extremely rough.

It has always been the nobles who set various laws and taxes and exploited the commoners fiercely. How can the commoners kill the nobles?

The nobles are blood enemies. If they encounter a rebellion of the commoners, they will also join hands to suppress the commoners.

Now, some nobles say that they want to clear the grievances of the commoners and uphold justice for them?

Even if they hear that it is the Queen's order, everyone will be skeptical.

In the feudal era in the West, there was no imperial complaint and no inspector.

Commoners can only pray that their lords are not so greedy and make their lives a little better.

The existence of extraordinary power makes peasant uprisings a luxury.

Even the original war rules between nobles, nobles fight each other, and the victorious party will not kill the defeated.

They just deprive the wealth and territory, and then exile them, which leads to chaos in the world. In the end, those few families always stand in high positions, and the saying of noble bloodline comes out...

As time goes by, the intensity of war becomes higher and higher, new nobles rise, breaking the old traditions, and war becomes more "bloody and cruel".

But before the Queen of Eternal Night, this situation is actually quite rare, and everyone abides by many unspoken rules.

Being submissive internally and striking hard externally, nobles watch over and help each other, which is also the secret of many long-lasting.

These privileges that completely surpass civilians are also the capital of the nobles' pride, and the sense of superiority brought by blood and surnames.

Those oldest nobles have no psychological pressure when they shout out names like "untouchables" because they have always thought so.

Because of greed and twisted desires, no matter how absurd things are, they can happen in the nobles' territories.

Countless years of accumulation have given rise to so many ugliness and injustice that it is simply too numerous to list.

If the Qingteng Empire wants to move from a traditional feudal kingdom to a centralized power and break the authority of the old aristocracy, it must break many traditions and let the world see the empire's determination.

In the future, the common people of the empire do not need to respect the aristocracy, but only need to remember the authority of the imperial power.

Through various good deeds, the vast majority of the common people in the empire can feel the benefits of the empress's rule, which is also an inevitable operation to reduce the resistance to centralization.

At the same time, this is also the only chance for the empire to win over the gods.

The advantage of mortals does not lie in the nobles who enjoy a luxurious life but are not determined, but in the ordinary civilians who are numerous and have always been ignored in the past.

Their huge number, their labor and contribution will be the cornerstone for opening up industrialization and making the Qingteng Empire truly take off.

It is necessary to devote the whole country's strength and gather the power of the whole people to exchange for the bargaining chips against the gods.

If the empire wants to take the road of industrialization, there must be a group that is sacrificed and exploited.

On Earth, it is the peasants and the black uncles, but why can't it be those noble families that have accumulated hundreds or thousands of years here?

Wouldn't it be nice to treat their savings as the first pot of gold for the start of industrialization?

The trial in Fergus City was to uphold justice, and it was also a great drama to break the supreme authority and respect of the old aristocracy and establish the supremacy of imperial power.

This is also part of Angelina's Glory Pledge plan.

The nobles must feel fear and despair before they are willing to accept the olive branch offered by the right minister.

A saint does not mean he has no temper. When these people attacked her brother during the triumphal celebration, Angelina was already planning a reckoning.

It just so happens that Queen Yongye also needs that the empire can only have one voice in the future.

Driven by various demands, the scene in Fergus City became very huge. More than 300,000 civilians were mobilized overnight and came from all directions.

This is already the limit of transportation capacity in this era and the limit of urban accommodation.

The civilians present were confused at first. They did not believe that a noble nobleman would be tried, and they were still guessing about the new reason for labor.

But then, none of the aristocratic faces they were familiar with appeared.

Roger Charles wore a stand-collar Night Guard uniform, which made him tall and slender, quite majestic, and his eyes were rare and sharp.

Above his head is the black umbrella held up by Little Joey, standing on a high platform, overlooking the restless civilians.

He knew they didn't believe in themselves or the Empire at this moment.

But it is actually not difficult to make them believe that light and justice will come.

As long as those who claim to be eternal saints are pulled down from the altar and stepped into the mud, it is enough to prove that there is no difference between them and civilians in the empire.

Following Roger's order, the Night Guard escorted Grand Duke Fergus and other nobles and stood in a row on the high platform.

They were tied up with five flowers, their brocade robes and fine clothes were stained with blood and dust, and their exposed delicate skin also had scars. It could be said that they were in an unprecedented state of embarrassment.

Many civilians want to laugh, but dare not.

Have you ever seen a noble gentleman look like this before?

Could it be that they are really in trouble?

A few keen people have a tiny glimmer of hope in their eyes.

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

It is a pity that the common people have grown old, sick and died from generation to generation, while the nobles still remain at the top.

A dream is always a dream, it never comes true.

This caused the common people to see the blood and cruelty of the nobles in the past too deeply. Even so, they still remembered that after their ups and downs, they were still above themselves, and they always suppressed their laughter and did not dare to speak out.

But today, Roger appeared here to break the invisible power held by these nobles.

"kneel!"

Roger ordered in a cold voice.

The Night Guard pushed the shoulders of the defeated nobles and made them kneel down facing the countless civilians.

There were gasps and screams from the civilians.

The noble master actually bent his noble knee towards me?

A middle-aged nobleman resisted the power of the Night Guard and fell to the ground during the struggle.

This man was quite brave and would rather be beaten with a whip than kneel down to these common people.

He tried to raise his head and shouted at Roger: "Roger Charles, you are also a noble. You make us kneel to these untouchables. Are you trying to make the authority of the nobles fall into dust?"

Roger replied indifferently without any emotion: "The authority of the nobles does not come from dominating, bloody oppression, and maintaining mystery, but should protect the territory and prosper the country."

The middle-aged nobleman sneered: "Don't make these empty theories. If you can, give me a good show. I can't possibly cooperate with your performance..."

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Roger held a silver short-handled metal weapon in his hand, and smoke was rising from the muzzle.

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

The Arcane Society's prototype large-caliber pistol, the Imperial Eagle.

The copper bullet case retreated to the ground, making a crisp and sweet sound.

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

This young master of the Charles family is really crazy. He kills whenever he wants. Doesn’t he know at all how to save face for the nobles?

Isn't he just putting on a show? He wants to be serious and judge people like himself?

Everyone was really panicking. Roger's behavior today broke the unspoken unspoken rules.

He, the lackey of the Queen of Evernight, will be punished sooner or later!

The nobles paid their respects to Roger's eighteenth generation relatives in their hearts.

But the situation was stronger than the people. Everyone was still trying to behave well, but they didn't dare to make any resistance, for fear that the powerful weapon would also hit their heads.

This inconsistent headshot not only calmed the restless nobles, but also calmed the restless civilians off the court.

There were people under the rule of the middle-aged nobleman present, and they naturally recognized him as their own count.

That's a Earl!

Counts are everywhere in the Mysterious City, and the Duke is no better than a dog, but in the eyes of these small people, he is a big shot who can stand up to the sky and kill them directly with his stamp of feet.

Was he killed directly?

Really dead? Completely dead?

Great!

Who is this good-looking, cold-faced young man?

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

Because they have experienced war, these civilians are not afraid of scenes of blood and killing.

But Roger's decisiveness and ruthlessness in killing a great noble in public without any face left still shocked them.

The nobles' butcher knife is only sharp enough when it is directed at the untouchables. Shouldn't the transaction between them be slow-paced, graceful, and shaken with red wine?

Under the nervous and expectant eyes of the common people, Roger put the Imperial Eagle on his waist and raised the Eternal Night Order:

"I, Roger Charles, the commander-in-chief of the Dark Night Guard, supervise all the nobles of the empire on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen of the Eternal Night. I promise you that in the future, nobles will be subject to the constraints of the imperial laws like commoners, and the law will be strictly enforced and violations will be investigated."

"You, you are also a noble?" A teenager asked loudly, and then his mother covered his mouth in fear.

This child is desperate, and dares to interrupt the old master?

Angelina has a good reputation among the people, so the surname Charles is naturally known to the common people, and they know that he is a great noble favored by the Queen of the Eternal Night.

Roger smiled at the child: "Indeed, I am also a noble, so I am also supervised by the law. If I have violated the law, each of you has the right to report me to the imperial law enforcement department."

His words made the civilians talk again, and they felt unbelievable.

A noble lord asked the civilians to supervise and report him?

This kid looks smart, why is he talking nonsense?

The scene was cold for a while.

These civilians have been oppressed by the nobles for too long, and they have a great grievance in their hearts.

But looking at the faces of those noble lords who are intimidating without anger, thinking about their past methods, they can't help but tremble and feel scared.

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

The final outcome is that the nobles still protect each other, and the so-called trial is just a formality.

If so, the people will split the money 30% and the nobles will return it in full. Then what will happen? Will the whistleblower have a good harvest?

He will definitely be put on a small shoe and tortured to death in various ways.

The rain suddenly became heavier. The nobles who knelt on the ground, with their heads held high and their faces solemn, actually suppressed the civilians who were shrinking and hesitant.

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 did not change.

This scene was also within his expectations.

People who have been oppressed for a long time are numb, slow, ignorant, and humble. Facing the noble authority that is promoted as sacred, they are exploited cruelly, but as long as there is a possibility of survival, they will not make any moves to resist.

Even if Roger made his words so clear and demonstrated, he still got silence.

Being hurt and disappointed again and again, these civilians no longer dared to dream, let alone believe in hope.

They were afraid that they would only get disappointment in the end.

They mourned their misfortune and were angry at their lack of struggle.

Roger suddenly understood the feelings of a certain sage.

The lower-class people who were put in shackles really thought that they were worthless, and they didn't even have self-respect or self-love, and they didn't even dare to appeal for grievances.

After all, Roger was not a born noble. He was once one of these humble people. He was once suffocated by the darkness 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.

Little Joey hurriedly raised his umbrella to follow, but was stopped by Roger's hand, so he could only stay where he was, somewhat at a loss and worried.

The rain quickly hit Roger's hair and wet his clothes, making him look embarrassed.

He took off his Night Guard uniform, took off his shirt, exposed his chest, and then jumped off the platform.

The crowd naturally avoided him, fearing that their lowly selves would dirty the body of this noble young master.

Roger's eyes became brighter, and he continued to be angry, with flames burning faintly, and roared:

"If I were a noble who was high above you, you wouldn't believe it. Now I have come to the same height as you and bathed in the same rain as you, just to tell you that nobles are not sacred and are not worthy of your fear."

"Do you want me to believe that the nobles we arrested today are good nobles who love the people like their own children, are strict with themselves, and are lenient to others. There is no injustice in their territory, and every citizen lives a happy life, so I have to declare them acquitted?"

"Then let's applaud these outstanding nobles of the empire together, okay? Let me go back to Audu to report their merits to the Queen, okay? Ask them to rule you, rule your sons, rule your grandsons, and let you be Fergus's dogs for generations, okay?"

He looked at these numb people and clapped his hands on his own.

One after another, very rhythmic.

Some people followed subconsciously and clapped a few times, but soon stopped, feeling that something was wrong.

The nobles love the people like their own children?

We are happy and contented?

These people are excellent nobles without any crime?

How is it possible, they deserve it?

But Roger is still clapping, and the crisp sound seems to hit these civilians in the face.

Because of their silence, these guys who are extremely evil and deserve to go to hell will be praised and praised, and then they will become more and more evil, more glorious, and rule them more unscrupulously?

Even rule their descendants?

If this is a nightmare, please let this nightmare have an end, and don't let our descendants be oppressed by these scums!

"My lord, I have something to say!"

Suddenly an old man in tattered clothes squeezed out from the crowd, knelt at Roger's feet, and said with tears, "Anyway, I am just a childless old man, and I don't have a few more years to live. I want to report Fogg." Grand Duke Sri Lanka raped my wife thirty years ago, causing her to hit a pillar and die! "

He took off a pendant with his mutilated hand, and opened it to reveal a suicide note written in blood: "We are not ordinary farmers, but adventurers, but my finger has been cut off by Archduke Fergus, and I can no longer take it." The sword is broken. This is a letter written by my wife with her spiritual power, which condenses part of her memory. Please verify the truth of what I said!"

Archduke Fergus looked at the old man in confusion. It had been too long. He had done too many similar things and he couldn't remember who he was.

Roger took the blood book and handed it to a spell caster.

He quickly came to the conclusion: "Everything is true. The person in the lady's memory is indeed the Archduke Fergus thirty years ago."

"The Archduke Fergus insulted women, the circumstances were egregious, and the tools of the crime were confiscated." Roger pronounced the sentence coldly.

A Dark Night Guard magician stepped forward with a burning flame in his hand, burning a fried dough stick and two eggs under Archduke Fergus.

Archduke Fergus fainted from the pain, was woken up again, and then passed out from the pain again, his miserable howl echoing throughout the venue.

The other nobles also subconsciously covered their legs and tightened their legs.

Damn it, is this Roger serious, and is this a public execution?

The civilians suddenly became restless, whispering to each other, and talking about it.

As long as the crimes of these nobles are publicized, can they really be dealt with by law?

Roger asked in a deep voice: "I dare to ask, who is still wronged?"

"Lord Charles, please help me make the decision!"

From all directions, countless people came out excitedly and answered his orders in unison.

Today, Luo Qingtian not only tried the case, but also directly executed him publicly.

This most direct and bloody revenge finally ignited the fire that had been dormant in the hearts of numb civilians for too long.

The cold wind and rain gradually subsided, and the sun broke through the clouds and shone on the rain-washed city of Fergus.

Only on that high platform, the blood shed due to the judgment accumulated layer after layer.

Those reds were so dazzling, but they suddenly made the common people feel a little warmth in their hearts...

It turns out that there are people who care about the sorrows and joys of these ants.

Perhaps this empire, with its unique queen and kind-hearted nobles like Roger, would really give ordinary civilians like them a future that was completely different from the past.