"Yes, my subordinates were patrolling last night. When they passed the leader Boer's family, they found someone sneaking out. There is a shortage of food in the tribe recently. My subordinates thought it was a robber, so they planned to take it, lock it up for a few days, and prepare for torture. But it turned out that
The other party was a personal entourage of Captain Piesman. He hesitated and spoke very suspiciously, so his subordinates tied him up and found an unmarked letter on his body."
With that said, Loder handed a letter to Elder Tim, took a few steps back, and continued:
"After reading the content, the subordinate felt that the matter was quite serious, so he planned to ask the captain Piesman to question him, but he did not want Piesman to turn his back on the spot and wanted to kill the subordinate and then quickly. Fortunately, the subordinate had been prepared and escaped.
When they arrived, Piesman immediately summoned his cronies, intending to occupy the convoy with the intention of rebelling. Fortunately, Elder Blanc passed by and subdued him, and then his cronies were also controlled."
"Um……"
Tim nodded and glanced at Blanc. Blanc nodded with a cold face. The elders took a breath. They didn't expect that such a serious thing happened, and they, the members of the Presbyterian Council, were unaware of it.
Elder Tim opened the envelope, looked at it for a moment, then roared angrily, threw the letter on the conference table, and said coldly:
"Everyone, let's take a look."
Cade picked up the letter with some confusion and read it. However, the more he read, the more frightened and frightened he became. His hand shook and the letter fell to the ground.
At first, he was sure that this must be a frame-up, but when he picked up the letter, his heart became cold. It turned out that this letter was actually written by him.
It’s just that this was a correspondence between him and a close apostle last month. They agreed that on the first day of every month, when the tribe’s guard captain, Piesman, would escort the tribe to a nearby town to collect food,
The letter was sent to the other party's contact person, so when Loder explained the process, he was convinced that it was a conspiracy, because today had just reached the middle of the month.
However, when he saw the content of the letter, he immediately understood that his little moves had been clearly understood a long time ago, but he was just beginning to sort them out now.
It is definitely too late to run away now, and he has tried so hard to arrange the people who have joined the tribal guard team. It seems that they have been cleaned up now. It seems that they are at the end of their rope.
The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and the more guilty he became, the more scared he became. Cade's legs began to tremble unconsciously, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the chair weakly.
The elders who had read the letter were all silent, but they all looked at Cade with strange eyes. Several elders among them lowered their heads and remained silent. Occasionally, they looked up at Cade, and their fear disappeared.
"It seems that our Ter tribe needs to be reorganized..."
Elder Blanc said through gritted teeth. His cold words blew through the hearts of every elder in the sacrificial hall like the cold north wind in winter.
In the blink of an eye, some thoughtful elders immediately understood some of the truth. This seemingly coincidental Peaseman rebellion incident was Elder Tim's most powerful answer. This not only made people doubt it, but it was really
Is it a coincidence?
The ensuing elders meeting went extremely smoothly. Mok's proposal to be reinstated as captain was quickly approved, and then the elders including Cade were dismissed. Bans were issued like flakes one after another, and the tribe's guard machine began to work.
Responded quickly.
At this time, Patriarch Boer was sitting half-lying on the bed, with his eyes slightly closed, listening to the butler talking about the income and expenditure of his personal property in the town this month.
Since three ribs were broken by Ling Fei's punch two months ago, he could only stay in bed and listen to the butler's report, instead of going directly to the town to check the accounts, or to vent his anger at the foxy girl he kept.
Thinking of that foxy girl's soft and delicate waist like a snake, and her lubricated skin that could be broken by blows, Boll's face became strangely hot.
"Little goblin, I'm waiting for my brother to cultivate for a few days, and I will definitely satisfy you!"
Boll was shouting in his heart, but his face was serious.
“Bang!!”
The door was violently pushed open, and a cold wind rushed in. Boer couldn't help but shiver.
Bol scolded unhappily, "Who are you? Do you have any rules? This is the clan leader's official residence..."
His words, halfway through, got stuck in his throat, because what broke into his house was a group of guardsmen armed with cold blades. When he saw the cold eyes that surrounded him, a handful of
The gleaming sword made him feel fear unconsciously in his heart.
Reluctantly suppressing the urge to escape, he asked displeasedly:
"You...you...where is your captain? Where is Piesman?"
Mok walked in with a smile:
"Chief Boer, long time no see. Your literary talent is getting better and better now. Several broken houses have become official residences. I admire Mok."
Boll's expression changed:
"Mo...Mok? Why is it you? Where's Piesman?"
Mock leaned against the bed, picked up a grape from Boer's bedside fruit bowl, put it into his mouth, smashed it, and then said:
"Pisman, he intended to commit rebellion. He has already killed himself. I see, Chief Boer, you should still worry about yourself. This time there is irrefutable evidence. Ah, I forgot to mention it. On the order of the Council of Elders, Nabo was arrested.
Patriarch, please go to the Presbyterian Council for a public trial."
After saying that, Moke's face slowly turned cold, and he ordered coldly:
"Actually, I've tolerated you for a long time, take it away!"
The tribesmen watched curiously as the members of the escort took away one after another from the mansions in the village. The powerful people in the tribe finally realized that something was about to change.
The Great Purge was not only within the Ter tribe, but the seven tribes loyal to the royal family were all carrying out the purge with greater or lesser force. There was a tacit understanding that the purge did not spread outside the tribe, nor did it notify the other seven tribes further away.
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Lingfei leaned lazily in the corner of the living room of the cabin, watching Momo dance and tell Grandma Qiaofenni about the adventure and various magical experiences. The old lady smiled and listened to her granddaughter's vivid narration.
, and occasionally uttered an exclamation of agreement.
The big cleaning outside the house had nothing to do with the atmosphere of the house. Ling Fei temporarily put away his vigilant and sensitive nerves. He and Momo ate a full ten pieces of Mrs. Qiaofenni's beef flatbread.
Seeing them eating so happily, the old lady looked very happy.
Stretching out, Ling Fei smiled and said hello to the old lady, and planned to go into the house to sleep. He did not intend to hinder the gathering of grandparents and grandchildren, but he did not expect that the old lady caught up with him and handed him a hand.
