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Chapter 413: Captive Nobles

Benson fell off the bed, put his hands on the ground, and backed away in horror: "Don't come over here!"

"Why, weren't you quite arrogant in the morning?" Chris tossed Long Xiao up and down with a joking expression.

At this moment, the fifteen-year-old prince was completely frightened. His whole body was cold and his eyes were wide open.

Benson regretted coming here very much. When he was in the royal capital, although people around him regarded him as a child, he lived a happy life.

Since joining the pioneering order, he has fallen into danger several times, and he still cannot escape this fate.

It turns out that war is not a game, it is so cruel, and people will die anytime and anywhere, including myself as a prince.

Chris didn't talk nonsense to him and stabbed Benson in the heart with a sword.

Benson spat out blood foam from his mouth, his body collapsed backward, and his eyes fell into boundless darkness.

"Your Highness, the city is broken, let's run away." Heywood hurriedly ran in and happened to see the tragic situation inside the house.

Chris raised his head and looked at him, grinning.

Heywood suddenly felt his scalp numb, and he quickly turned around and left. Now the city had become very chaotic, and he would die here if he continued.

Chris chased him out the door, but the other person obviously used up all his energy and disappeared in a flash.

He did not continue to chase. The most important thing now was to stabilize Titan City.

In a desperate fight involving an eighth-level knight, even if Chris could let Heywood stay forever, he would definitely have to pay a certain price.

Chris transformed into a dragon and flew around the city wall, sealing all the city gates and blocking the nobles' last retreat.

Now, they are like turtles in a urn.

Because the battle took place at night, it ended quickly. When Chris returned to the southern city, Gandolf had already sent people to surround thousands of nobles in the city square.

Gandolf came to Chris and began to report: "Your Majesty, these nobles have all run out to prepare for battle. There are more than two thousand people hiding in residential buildings and major hotels. I have sent people to arrest them.

"

"Let them stay here for now, and then we can deal with them together once everyone is here."

Gandolf said respectfully: "Yes!"

People were captured one after another, and Gandolf completely controlled Titan City with 12,000 knights.

By the time the three thousand nobles gathered neatly, it was already past midnight.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with these people?"

Chris thought for a while and said: "Ask them to write to their families and send ransom money. Ten thousand gold coins for the earl, five thousand for the viscount, and one thousand for the baron. Those who cannot get it will be sent to the crater to dig for rock flame powder.

"

If they were in the wild, Chris wouldn't mind sending all these people to the west. Carrying a tow bottle in the war would be very slow.

But now we are in the city, the overall situation has been decided, instead of killing them all, it is better to exchange some money to spend.

When Gandolf passed on Chris's order, a wailing sound was heard.

"This is too expensive. Where can I find that much money?"

"Can it be cheaper?"

Chris took out the paper and pen from the space ring, handed it to Gandolf and said: "Take it to count their titles and fiefs."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Then, Chris turned to the nobles and spread his voice to the entire audience with a vindictive voice: "If anyone dares to deliberately lie, I will kill him!"

Tsk, do you know what my title is?

Many people are so disdainful that they decide to lie about the lowest baron so that the price will be much lower.

Gandalf ordered ten nobles to be released from the encirclement and asked about their title.

"I am Baron Hopeley of Nanguan City, and my fiefdom is..."

"I am Baron Colen of Lida City..."

At the same time, Chris used the lie detection magic he learned from Tina on them.

Four out of ten people were lying, and the viscount deliberately reported himself as a baron.

Chris didn't hesitate at all and killed all four of them with his dragon roar.

Four corpses fell to the ground, still warm.

Chris glanced at the crowd and said with cold eyes: "Don't think that I can't tell whether what you said is true or false. If you think you have a long life, you should continue to lie about your title."

The rest of the nobles were all stunned. The little king was so ruthless, he actually killed him at his request.

Little did they know that if they were outside the city, none of them would survive.

The nobles shrank their heads like little quails. No one dared to bargain and said that they wanted more money. If they angered the young king, their lives would be at risk.

Gandolf asked the nobles to work in groups of ten to count their titles.

After Chris's iron-blooded methods, no one dared to lie anymore.

After finishing all these tasks, five hours later, a bright light appeared in the sky.

Chris yawned and said: "Put them in jail first, make sure they deliver meals on time so they don't starve to death, and send someone to notify their relatives according to the address they provided, when the money will be delivered, and then let them go back."

Gandolf said: "Okay."

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Marquis Heywood ran all the way without daring to stop. He ran as fast as he could all night long.

The sky turned white, and dawn came quietly.

He glanced back to make sure no one was chasing him, then he found a rock and sat down, breathing heavily.

There is no need to avenge the murder of a son.

If you continue to report it, you will probably risk your own life.

Heywood has never been so afraid of a person as he is now, and this person is actually a boy under twenty years old, younger than his grandson.

Even if he had married young instead of having children when he was older, I am afraid that his great-grandchildren would be older than Chris.

Heywood planned to return to his Marquis City, continue to live his own life, and never participate in the pioneering order again.

In a daze, he saw something golden flashing in front of him.

"Huh?" Heywood raised his head and happened to see King Gretel in golden armor riding a white horse towards us.

"Your Majesty!" Heywood rushed forward and knelt in front of the horse.

Grete quickly reined in his horse, jumped down and asked coldly: "Why are you alone, where is Prince Benson?"

Heywood burst into tears and said: "I failed to protect him. The Twin Cities of Titan City were attacked one after another, and Prince Benson died under the sword of King Chris of the Blazing Dragon Kingdom."

Gretel clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked Heywood over with a bang, and roared: "Why didn't you die together!"

During the two-year development order, he lost two sons, both of whom died at the hands of the same person.

Heywood quickly got up and continued to kneel, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Gretel sighed and said, "Let's go to Titan City."


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