"Have you lost your noble documents? Your family is really getting worse from generation to generation." Grand Duke Grylls gently knocked on the armrest of the throne and said coldly.
"Ten... I'm very sorry, but our family has always been on your side." The old Marquis lost his usual dignity at this time, and his whole person looked like a dead fish just fished out of the water. "And our family will contribute half of the profits this year, hoping to share the worries of the principality." The old Marquis gritted his teeth and then said tremblingly.
After a moment, there was no more sound in the palace hall. As for the old marquis, he just left after promising countless benefits.
"Send someone to keep an eye on him secretly. If there is any bad behavior, just kill him." Grand Duke Grylls' voice sounded again, and Aguero, the captain of the inner court guard standing on the left, nodded.
"But there are actually people who dare to attack nobles. You can handle this matter." After speaking, Grand Duke Grylls stood up and left, but Archon Chloe kept frowning.
The prosperity of Highgarden is one of the best in the ancient continent, so without any clues, Chloe was asked to catch the thief.
Even in his eyes, could the whole thing be directed and acted by the old Marquis? Could it be that he confused the right and wrong and put all the faults on someone who did not exist at all?
But in any case, this is the order of Grand Duke Grylls, or it is the way it is given to the nobles. Standing in the morning light, Chloe sighed helplessly.
"Deploy one hundred Cisse cavalry to enter the High Court, and the status cannot be poor." Consul Chloe ordered softly, and then rode away in a carriage.
Looking for a murderer is nothing more than looking for a scapegoat. But looking at every corner of High Court, there are only soft persimmons in the slums.
Although Chloe doesn't want to attack the poor for no reason, everyone has their own position. Nobles and businessmen gather gold coins, professionals decide the rise and fall of the principality, while the poor always seem dispensable.
"Rikka, please stay at home these two days. I don't know why, but I have a very bad feeling." Boom said while sitting by the window after lunch.
"Yes, yes, I will stay at home from now on, but my brother wants to accompany me." Rikka was holding the teapot, and white smoke was constantly coming out of it.
Since the two returned to the small courtyard, Boom told Rikka to stay vigilant and seek help from the opposite dark elf if necessary.
And Boom didn't do any more training. His left hand was shrunk in his black robe all day long, always holding a high-grade magic crystal. Because if danger arises, he must at least ensure that he does not drag Rikka down.
Time passed by, the orange sunset finally disappeared on the horizon, and darkness descended quietly on the High Court. But tonight was destined to be different from the past, and a sense of crisis permeated the air.
The market area was completely blocked, and a dozen magicians worked together to open the defensive shield. Pedestrians stopped not far away, curiously looking at the lively scene not far away.
"Excuse me, my lords, what's going on? We didn't do anything wrong." The one-armed knight bowed and saluted, his voice full of humility.
However, Consul Chloe did not respond. He only waved his hand gently, and the hundreds of Cisse cavalry officially entered the ghetto.
The bloody show kicked off, and each wooden house was instantly trampled to the ground, and countless poor people were decapitated with rapiers. The roars were gradually replaced by prayers, and finally turned into dull expressions.
"Take them to the barn, and remember not to come out, no matter what happens." The one-armed knight warned an older boy, and then thrust a dagger into his arms.
The children quietly ran to the deepest part of the slums, where besides the patients, there was only hope. As long as there was still a glimmer of hope, the one-armed knight would never give up.
I saw him pulling out the giant sword behind him, which was the new weapon given to him by Rikka. The fighting spirit flashed, and the blood and the rapier fell to the ground.
But under the absolute numerical advantage, he was like a trapped beast, just making its final struggle. The Qi Gang suit was broken, and the one-armed knight was finally subdued.
"Sir, we found a barn with more than twenty poor people hiding inside." An adjutant bowed and saluted, without any emotion in his words.
"Kill them all." Archon Chloe narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
When the one-armed knight heard this, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he broke away from the guard. He limped up to Chloe and gave a standard knightly salute.
"Sir, many people have died. I hope you can show your kindness." The one-armed knight said solemnly.
However, Chloe still looked into the distance, neither answering his request nor explaining any questions. She only saw him hooking his fingers, and the two guards were brought over.
"No one deserves to live. You two can die." After Chloe said this, the guard captain next to him chopped off their heads with a sword.
"As for you, I have heard that high-level knights are indeed a pity, but who can blame them?" This was the last sentence the one-armed knight heard, and it was a question he had been thinking about for half his life.
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A raging fire broke out in the barn, and the wailing sound was obscured by dust and thick smoke. The last poor person fell to the ground. She was a little girl, only seven years old.
The bamboo dragonfly in her left hand was covered with scratches, and the two pieces of candy in her right hand were twisted and deformed by the temperature. She slowly closed her eyes, trying to treat all this as a nightmare.
"Reporting to the Archon, all the poor people in the magic shield have been completely eliminated." The adjutant walked up to Chloe and said respectfully.
"The clean-up work will begin immediately, and the place will be temporarily closed to avoid further trouble." Chloe said and left the slums without looking back.
The crowd dispersed, and many people not only felt no sadness or pity about the slums being cleansed, but even thought it was a good thing.
An extra piece of land has been created in High Court out of thin air, which is a great opportunity for those who are willing to invest. As for those who died, they are just garbage.
"Why is this happening? Why do we need to kill those people? What can they gain?" Rikka held Boom's arm and asked softly.
"Weakness is the reason for their death. No matter where they are, only the strong can control their own life and death." Boom replied slowly, and the two of them turned and walked towards the small courtyard.
"Then why don't the poor resist? At least they can fight for the hope of living." Rikka asked again unwillingly.
"They resisted, but that resistance was very limited, just like you are turning a blind eye now." Boom lit the candle and poured some tea leaves into the clay pot.
Regarding the death of life, Boom and Rikka have completely different concepts. In Boom's eyes, life is fragile, more like fragile porcelain.
For Rikka, life is the fusion of flesh and blood, innocent smiling faces, and the wailing of despair or despair.
High Court returned to normal again, as if the slums were just putting on a good show. After the curtain call, the stage was pitch dark, and there was no sound in the audience.