That evening, a total of twenty-three families went through the pardon procedures through the hands of Major General Glens. Another sixteen families did not meet the pardon conditions due to strong resistance, and were only temporarily transferred to a prison with slightly better conditions by Glens.
They were detained in some places. When Glens watched Scindia close the official document in an understatement, the only ones left in the military camp were the nine tribes in the pure sense.
But Glens knew that his mission had not been completely completed, and he did not want to end the pardon hastily. Among the nine original royal families, there were still many people he wanted to pardon - no matter how cruel he was at the beginning, but
After the incident has passed, people's hearts will always soften inexplicably. And I should be these people's last chance to survive. As long as I step away at this moment, I will basically say goodbye to these imprisoned royals, and the difference between life and death.
Invisible boundaries can be so blurry and light.
Glens' eyes wandered on the wooden fence, showing anxiety and uneasiness for the first time. He was thinking about how to delay the return of His Majesty the Emperor's warrant later.
But he soon realized that procrastination was not his specialty. It would be okay if someone cooperated, but the other major general in front of him... The last ray of sunshine on the horizon had been drowned by darkness. He and himself wanted to be forgiven.
These former members of the royal family have no time left.
"Your Excellency also has to attend tonight's banquet. It should be ready when the time comes." After packing up the documents meticulously, Major General Scindia did not look at the depressed person next to him. He carefully pulled out a piece of thread from the document bag.
He calmly and friendly said to Major General Glens: "As a minister, I cannot arrive at the meeting venue after His Majesty the Emperor. That would be disrespectful and a sin.
"Do you think I don't understand?" Major General Glens couldn't stand the bullying anymore and punched the table. "You are not from Wales! Of course you can watch a good show!"
When the officer on duty saw this situation, he immediately winked at his subordinates. Several soldiers ran over and quickly set up a circle of curtains. The lighting was also arranged with ulterior motives, so that it could illuminate without disturbing people.
See the "Empire Dispute" inside. Under the breeze, the lights are swaying. This small, relatively closed space brings an illusion to the two people inside, as if the curtain has divided some external factors, allowing them to
Look at each other with pure eyes.
"You..." After a long time, Major General Scindia spoke, but his eyes cast into the night sky were full of disappointment, "How long will it take to grow up? How many things will you have to go through before you can mature?
?”
"Be as mature as you? As mature as a liar?" Major General Glens shook his head, "Never!"
"Speaking of liars... I would like to ask you. What you are wearing now is the military uniform of Sbia, but what you are thinking about now is that you are still a Welshman, right? You just deliberately used your words to
It's abnormal, but you just want to delay the return of His Majesty's warrant?" Major General Scindia stood up with some difficulty, "What is the difference between what you think and what you do and those who are locked up in the fence? But you are still wearing this
Biya’s military uniform. Liar, do you think you are not a liar?”
A person of Major General Glens's background rarely cares about what others think, and only pays attention to the unfair things that happen to him. Even at this moment, it is still like this, his breathing is getting thicker and his eyes are getting more and more aggrieved...
...Because in his heart, he always believed that he had been bullied by Major General Scindia for a long time. Today, His Majesty the Emperor sent Scindia. It was the emperor and Scindia who were working together to bully him.
"Yes, I lied to you, what? I have a medal to get." Major General Scindia raised his hand, flicked the medal on his chest with his fingers, and then turned around, "You lied to His Majesty the Emperor, but you are
To be beheaded."
"What else could I do? Leave those people alone? Watch them go to the guillotine? Do you really want me to stand in the palace square and shout, 'Kill them nine tribes'? Half of them are women and children!" Major General Glenns
Pointing in the direction of the fence outside the curtain, tears already fell from his eyes as he talked about the most exciting part, "There are the princesses who took my hand for walks in my childhood, the princesses I had longed for when I was young, and my colleagues.
You want me to kill my classmates who have fought but will not retaliate? You want me to send them on their way?"
"You are a waste." Major General Scindia slowly turned around and pointed out the other party's biggest mistake mercilessly, "If you had said these words frankly to His Majesty the Emperor before leaving the palace, there would still be others now.
Are there so many people locked up here? You couldn't see the overall situation clearly many years ago, and now you still don't know how to make progress. Do you think His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know what you are thinking?"
This was the second time today that someone was shocked. When Glenns was in a daze with tears on his face, an envelope was handed to him. It was a very ordinary envelope with only one line written on it: "Dear Glenns"
"Enlightenment", Glenns recognized that this was the handwriting of Emperor Sibia, because His Majesty's handwriting was "unique" and it was absolutely difficult for outsiders to imitate it.
"Let's see!" Major General Scindia slowed down his tone. "Although His Majesty has never treated anyone so kindly, His Majesty will not give you too many chances to come back. Stay safe and behave as if His Majesty just said...
Did anyone else listen?”
After hesitating for a while, Major General Glens opened the envelope, only to find that there were not many words inside, only two short sentences: "You haven't shown off your authority with my order yet, have you? Play slowly, three days."
Remember to return it to the Registrar afterwards."
After reading it, Glens' heart was filled with ups and downs and he could not calm down for a long time... He was a general who was accustomed to protecting the lives of his subordinates in the light of swords and shadows. However, in the past few days after entering the imperial capital, he was forced by the situation and deliberately went to the rescue.
Some people who were incapable of rescuing truly felt their own insignificance and helplessness, and gained a more comprehensive understanding of His Majesty Cohen, Major General Scindia, and even themselves.
"Let's go! The banquet is really about to begin." Major General Scindia looked up at the sky, "This banquet will be remembered in history. It would be a pity to miss it."
Because the decision to hold the banquet was made by His Majesty the Emperor at short notice, in order not to appear hasty, the officials in charge of the palace suggested that it should be held as an all-night banquet. Of course, in the view of the officials responsible for the general process of the banquet, only in this way can the banquet be held in great splendor, but
Such a suggestion more than doubled the workload of the Guards and Liaison Office responsible for security.
As far as His Majesty the Emperor himself is concerned, there are two reasons for agreeing to such a request from his subordinates: First, considering that he has to do a lot of things at the banquet, it would be better to have more time; second, the banquets he holds in Sibia are only until midnight
, having such an all-night banquet is better than fishing alone in the harem - days of hard work have made it impossible for Cohen to sleep at night.
It was on this night that the imperial capital, which had just experienced the baptism of war, regained some of its former prosperity. Emperor Sbia's purchase and the rush of local nobles made the commercial market brightly lit, and carriages carrying luxury goods flowed endlessly.
People are flocking to various mansions, tailor apprentices and jeweler bodyguards flying around the world...
Seeing all this, countless civilians in the imperial capital were confused. They didn't know whether everything in front of them was real or an illusion. If this was real, how long could this scene last?
The former Royal Prison of the Imperial Capital has a high terrain. The most luxurious single cell is as comfortable as the Imperial Palace. Standing on the fenced terrace, you can enjoy the night view of most of the Imperial Capital. At this time, there is also a pair of eyes on the terrace.
When looking at the imperial capital, there is also a strong doubt in the eyes that are constantly condensed and scattered.
"Abandoned me, you abandoned me." Due to excessive force, the fingers holding the metal fence turned white, the former Emperor of the Wells Empire muttered to himself, "Go to attend the banquet of Cohen Keda, you... actually
Dressed up so coquettishly!”
That's right, none of the aristocratic carriages passing in front of him were old, and the lace made of gold and silver was eye-catching. The passengers in the carriages were elegant, but no one among them, no one was willing to raise their eyes.
Looking towards this dark cliff, through the equally dark terrace, gave their past monarchs some psychological comfort - standing in a complete spectator position, watching a lively scene that no longer belongs to them, the parties involved
It is inevitable that my heart will be cut by a knife.
After a long time, the former Emperor of Wales lowered his head, turned around and walked towards the room, but when his eyes drifted past the velvet sofa in the room, his steps stopped on the carpet, and he was covered in cold sweat——
Although there was no bright light, there was really a person, a woman, sitting on the sofa. When I was young, a beam of light from an unknown source shone softly on the woman, reflecting a flower-like face and an ice-like face.
demeanor.
"Good night, Lord Demon General." After kneeling down on one knee, the former Emperor of Wells had a smile on his lips, "I thought that your great Excellency had forgotten me."
"That's more or less it." The Demon General folded his hands on his lap and said in a very calm tone, "An emperor who caused the decline of his empire, how do you expect anyone to remember him?"
"Since it has been forgotten, the intention of the Demon General's arrival is puzzling." Emperor Wells lowered his eyes, "It seems that the Demon General will not come here just to watch my jokes. After all, this is
prison."
"I was passing by and saw the emperor gnashing his teeth on the terrace, so I stopped by to take a look." The Demon General showed a smile at this moment, "How was it? How do you feel about being defeated by another young emperor?"
"Cohen Kedar? I don't have any idea about this person. The empire changed hands in an instant, and it would be the same for anyone else!" Emperor Wells's eyes slowly moved up, and he finally saw clearly the Demon General's attire, which was inlaid with gems.
Wearing dancing shoes, a black evening dress and carefully matched jewelry, I can’t help but wonder, “Is the Demon General with a noble status also going to integrate into the secular life?”
"It seems that I really shouldn't have come. You actually thought you were saved." The Demon General smiled again and slowly stood up. His luxurious dress stretched out and the soft fabric reflected the light. "Accept your fate! Cohen
·All the priests of the Demon Temple invited by Keda tonight will attend the banquet. Do you know what this means?"
"Does it mean that I have been completely abandoned? Does it mean that I have become worthless in the eyes of the demons?" The smile on Emperor Wells' face turned cold, "Yes, I should have thought that this is the consistent style of the demons.
, miss me... miss my army... all my life..."
Emperor Wells could no longer say the rest of the treacherous words, because his upper body was pressed deeply by an invisible force. He had no choice but to hold the ground with his hands, his joints rattled, and he was sweating like rain.
"Both have an empire. You had the same opportunity as Cohen Keda, but you couldn't control the situation. You can't blame anyone. Didn't the Demon Palace help you? Didn't the Alliance help you? Your subjects once refused to be loyal.
You?"
With his head raised slightly, the Demon General took two steps forward and stood in front of the emperor whose body was already on the ground. "Instead of letting a mediocre person like you who is not willing to make progress stay on the throne, it is better to let others give it a try and let others
The king can revive his rule, or can he give us a little surprise?"
"So you found Cohen Keda?" Emperor Wells sneered, "You will also be surprised?"
"You are also the king of a country. After decades of being emperor, you haven't acquired any royal demeanor?" The Demon General did not take any further punishment. He only said lightly: "Ken Keda will come and take your head."
.Actually, I am here today just to tell you something. After your death, everyone can compete for the throne of Wales. If your descendants have a chance to make a comeback, the demons will give you certain care. You
, just go with peace of mind!”
"You want me to die willingly? You want me to shut up willingly before dying? Is this the last gift the great demon clan gives me?" Emperor Wells smiled miserably, "If you are afraid that I will reveal something, now
Just kill me!"
"You don't understand His Majesty Cohen Keda. He is a stingy emperor, and you are a prisoner in his hands. If I kill you now and make His Majesty Cohen go crazy, I will not be able to bear it."
Jiang showed a friendly smile and said, "No more words, I have to go to the banquet. You should also have a good rest!"
As soon as a vicious curse came to his lips, Emperor Wells fell asleep. The Demon General turned around, walked directly through the cell wall inlaid with iron plates, and sat on a luxurious double-column carriage the next moment.
"How was it?" Fogg, who was also dressed up, leaned over and asked, "Did it go well?"
"Smooth." The Demon General nodded slightly and looked outside the carriage, "The Imperial Capital is really beautiful tonight!"
"When has this poor place ever been so beautiful?" Fogg snorted and replied, "There's some gangster here."
"Don't be like this! My sister." The Demon General stretched out his hand and gently picked Fogg's smooth chin, "You know, all our expenses are paid by him! For a stingy man,
, the expenses tonight are enough to make him heartache, not to mention that we have to feast on him..."
"By the way, what are the special dishes on the invitation? It's written in bold letters so eye-catchingly." Fogg opened the invitation and asked doubtfully, "I haven't seen it even after living in Sibia for so long.
Have fun eating whatever you have.”
"What a man! When did you put effort into food? What do you really think you can eat?" The Demon General smiled, "The so-called special dishes should refer to the whole of Wales! His Majesty probably knows how to eat.
He personally cut Wells up inch by inch with a knife and distributed it to the guests. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to bribe these people tonight. In fact, even if he did this, there would still be many nobles who wouldn't.
Will be bribed by him... Wells's support for the people, in the final analysis, still depends on the wishes of our demon clan.
Fogg was stunned, "So...our wish is...?"
"The king's heart is far wider than the sky and far deeper than the ocean." The Demon General turned his head and suppressed his smile, "Little girl, put your curiosity aside and don't ask so many questions."
The carriage drove down the widest street in the city of God and merged with a large number of noble carriages attending the banquet. The horses were strong and strong, and the passengers were elegant and bright. Under the bright lights on both sides, these extremely luxurious carriages went hand in hand, creating a huge scene. Although there were many people on both sides of the road,
There were also a considerable number of vigilance sergeants, but they did not reveal much of a chilling and tense atmosphere.
When the carriage drove to the square in front of the palace, there were already many nobles attending the banquet. Hundreds of carriages were arranged in the square according to the status of the owners. The luxuriously dressed hosts walked through the square covered with red carpets.
Hand in the invitation to the guard at the palace gate and enter the palace one by one. The Demon General will park his carriage on the outermost side and blend in at the end of the team. The Demon General will always smile and be polite to those who pass by.
In the eyes of the Welsh aristocrats, she is a Spian aristocrat, and in the eyes of the real Spian aristocrats, she seems to be a Welsh aristocrat...
The officials responsible for the reception at the palace gate admired the "tenacious vitality" of these Welsh nobles from the bottom of their hearts.
Earlier today, these nobles were either as dejected as if they had died, or as indignant as if their wives had been robbed, but in the moment they received the invitation from His Majesty the Emperor, they all smiled.
Appearing in front of me, with the dress on, makeup on, greeting me with a cordial and warm tone... I can't help but admire her.
Among the Welsh nobles attending the meeting, there was a special group. They were former royal cronies who had just been pardoned from prison by the emperor. This could be seen from their clothes - although a large number of tailors and jewelry merchants were prepared for them.
, but in a hurry, their appearance is still very different from other nobles who have not been in prison. From a professional perspective, there can only be two words - "barely". However, in view of the fact that the military camp prison is not
It's such a comfortable paradise. It's very rare that these nobles can come here dressed freshly and cleanly in such a short time.
In addition, their appearance made other Welsh nobles even more excited. This should be a signal of Emperor Sbia's goodwill and tolerance. So, no matter what happens in the future, the scene in front of him at least shows that
The emperor wants to live in peace with everyone for now - unless something unexpected happens that could change the emperor's governance policy.
People who were familiar with the arrested nobles walked up, and while talking about their feelings, they walked on the carpet that led to the depths of the palace.
The Demon General saw these pardoned nobles and speculated on Cohen's intention for a while. It was not until the palace gate was about to be closed that she took Fogg towards the gate.
"Beautiful lady, please present your invitation." In the middle of the door, a Sibian civil servant stood with a smile.
"Here, sir." Fogg handed over the invitation.
The civil servant took the invitation and asked the officers beside him to check it, and then added, "If you two have any prohibited items, please hand them over."
"Mr. Official, do you think any noble lady would carry contraband while wearing an evening gown?"
"Of course, this is a routine inquiry." The civil servant stepped aside and said, "Please come in, two ladies. You two are distinguished guests of the Sibia royal family tonight."
After the demon general walked out of his sight, the civilian officer nodded to the officer and said, "I went to report and found two unidentified people, women." (To be continued)