Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Poor Count Bergen has forgotten that Chavez fired at him before.

Of course, maybe he didn't forget, but just ignored it deliberately.

After all, he is now a prisoner, how dare he mention such a suicidal thing.

Until this time, he didn't think there was any conflict between the two that could not be resolved.

In his opinion, Chavez's behavior was just to win credit from the new master.

If it were him, he would definitely take a weighty letter of surrender before surrendering.

The officialdom is sometimes just a change of identity.

Sit down and drink at the same table.

So Count Bergen grabbed a life-saving straw, desperately approached the iron railing, and squeezed out a flattering smile: "Chavez, is there any good news?

We have been friends for a lifetime, you must save me.

To be honest, I still have some treasures in my hands, I'll tell you."

These things that can't be taken away have now become bargaining chips.

Moreover, Count Bergen believes that he has some ancestral grace left over, and can help the Northern Principality stabilize the situation in the south.

As long as he is a monarch with political acumen, he will not kill all the people.

Before he came, Count Chavez thought about how to deal with Count Bergen so that he could vent his anger.

But when he saw Count Bergen's appearance, he suddenly lost interest.

He was high above and seemed to have control over all the enemy bigwigs. Now he is in trouble and is just like the inferiors he once despised. It's really boring.

He stood here, feeling a little pleasure of revenge, but he didn't feel like continuing.

Reaching out to take the newspaper from the entourage, Count Chavez handed the newspaper to Count Bergen.

The latter quickly opened it, thinking that there was some news in it that could turn his situation around.

This is an old newspaper, a photo on the second page, which didn't make him pause.

After all, he had already glimpsed it when he was escorted out.

Maybe he was moved, but Count Bergen had died under the gun.

The one who survived may be just a walking corpse.

Count Chavez also realized this. Count Bergen, who died at the gunpoint, was the opponent he hated and valued.

Now, he just asked with a dull look: "Count Bergen, do you remember our festival?"

Count Bergen raised his head blankly, not realizing the grudge between the two.

However, he couldn't afford to offend Chavez at this time, so he quickly squeezed out a horrified smile: "Chavez, what are you kidding, how could we have a festival?"

"Yes, no." Count Chavez smiled, he asked someone to open the prison door and send in a meal of wine and food: "Count, eat first, I will ask the Duke for mercy."

Count Bergen did not dare to doubt, and immediately sat down happily to start eating.

The wine and food were very rich, even when he was still a count, he ate like this.

It can be seen that Count Chavez was attentive, at least it was worth the friendship between the two people who had known each other for a lifetime.

"Delicious!"

Count Bergen chewed with big mouthfuls, while pouring a glass of wine and drinking it up.

Count Chavez looked at him quietly and even helped him pick up some dishes.

As he ate, tears fell from the corners of Count Bergen's eyes.

He was just holding on to his fantasy, not really stupid.

However, at the last moment of his life, he could still eat such a meal, which was worth his life.

Ordinary people would never have such a meal in their lifetime!

As he ate, Count Bergen could already feel his heart twitching.

He put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and sat upright.

"Chavez, thank you for this meal... Don't learn from me."

The blood in his mouth could not stop flowing out.

No one knew whether Count Bergen regretted it in the end, he tried his best to maintain a decent ending.

After Count Bergen fell to the ground, Count Chavez sat for a long time before getting up.

"Find me a coffin and bury Count Bergen in his ancestral tomb!"

Originally, he was going to throw his body into a mass grave, but the last sentence made him get a coffin.

Count Chavez straightened his clothes, his eyes had regained clarity, and he muttered to himself as he walked: "Yes, I am different from you. I can't follow your old path."

Now it is the world of the Northern Principality, and it will be the world of the Northern Empire in the future.

How can the descendants not say it? At least I can't do that.

...

The hardest thing is to start from scratch.

The grassroots empire cannot accommodate the ashes of the old era.

Those who can't see this will inevitably be gradually forgotten, and even end up with a miserable end.

This empire has never belonged to the old nobles.

The world that Derek and the new nobles have conquered must naturally operate according to their own will.

"Simon."

Derek called his old subordinates.

Compared with others, Simon is more murderous.

But he has also been on his own, and he has been in charge of everything in the internal guards in the past two years. He can be considered to have been trained.

Speaking of which, among so many people, Derek trusts Simon the most.

There is no other reason, just because the other party is a commoner and has the least relationship with anyone.

Adrian has the support of the Ferreira family, a group of royal relatives.

Virut is naturally regarded as one of their own by the Northern Knights.

Count Jeffreys is also the leader of the traditional nobles.

Even the Perez family, which has been keeping a low profile recently, secretly supports Qin, the heir to the principality.

Simon is the only one who is alone, and the new nobles are not his team, they belong to Derek.

At the beginning, he was the most ruthless, and he offended all the nobles inside and outside, so no one supports him now.

Or, his backer is Derek, as long as the latter does not change his mind, no one can touch him.

So it can't be said to be good or bad. For Simon, as a boy from a commoner family, it is enough to have achieved today, and there is no obsession to go further.

But Derek called him here today not to reminisce about the past.

"Griffin Kingdom, I'll leave it to you, you go there."

Derek has treated the old team that started the business at the beginning equally since then.

The credit of destroying a country is enough for Simon and even his descendants to lie down with the credit book.

Simon also understands that even if he is indifferent to fame and fortune, he is still a little excited.

"Thank you, Duke, I will definitely catch everyone in the Griffin Kingdom."

"No, Simon.

I don't need a group of uncles, don't forget what we did together at the beginning." Derek reminded.

At the beginning, most of the nobles of the Holy Cross Kingdom were hung on the cross by the two.

Although everyone can't afford to offend Derek now, and all the blame has been pushed onto Simon, it was indeed Derek who decided this matter, and Simon, the executor, is a scapegoat.

When this matter was mentioned, Simon understood immediately: "I understand, the Griffin Kingdom will not have any troubles left until the new empire is established."