The young children were wrapped in quilts and hiding under the bed, shivering. Even the children themselves didn't know whether it was because of the cold or fear.
Every breath he exhaled condensed into white mist as soon as it left his body, because the surrounding temperature was too cold, and it was now hot summer, and white frost had condensed on the ground around him.
Of course, just the sudden drop in temperature is not enough to scare the child. What really scares him is the lingering breath of death in the air, and the gradual fall into silence of everything around him.
But a quarter of an hour ago, when he was stuffed under the bed, the surroundings were not like this. He still remembered the noise and noise around him that made him feel irritated, but now these sounds have all disappeared.
The root cause of this nightmare-like scene for him was the black mist coming from all directions. He could still recall the fear and panic of his uncles and brothers when they saw the black mist.
"Spare my life! Please, let me go!" Just when the child began to have random thoughts, a somewhat familiar voice sounded outside the house where he was hiding, but there was an almost full sound in the voice.
Overflowing fear.
"This is uncle's voice." Hearing this voice, the child subconsciously sketched in his mind the image of a majestic middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes.
However, the child could not connect the hasty voice outside the door with the majestic middle-aged man in his mind.
"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. This is something that all children know." A dry and hoarse sound sounded, like fingernails scratching on the wooden door. It sounded extremely uncomfortable.
"Haha, I knew it. It was really because I was opposing the king's reform that I was killed this time. But I was the only one who opposed it. Why should my relatives be affected? I don't accept it." Soon, the child
He heard his uncle's somewhat crazy voice.
"Sir, are you scared to death? You are not the only one in your family who opposes your master."
"Master? I see, are you the knife held behind by that ten-year-old king?" The child gradually calmed down when he heard his uncle's voice outside the door, which completely matched the voice of the majestic uncle in his impression.
image.
"You're trying to trick me? You're brave, but what's the use? It's just that you'll understand better when you die."
"Ho ho..." Then a hard breathing sound came from outside the house. The sound gradually became lower and finally disappeared. Then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. The child heard the sound of an object being dragged on the ground, and this sound
It was gradually moving away from the house where he was.
This incident made the child even more frightened. With extremely nervous and frightened emotions, he hid under the bed in the house, his body trembling, and his days felt like years.
But soon, at some point, the child felt that his eyelids were fighting. Gradually his eyes closed, and everything in front of him fell into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the
The oppressive aura that made people want to go crazy has disappeared.
"Are you okay?" Looking at the golden light spots transmitted from the window to the ground, the child's face showed excitement and excitement. He quickly crawled out from under the bed, opened the door and ran out, and then he froze in place.
.
Although it was shrouded in warm sunshine at this time, the child still felt cold all over his body, because at this time, the mansion was supposed to be bustling and noisy, with servants walking in groups in the courtyard, and there was silence.
It was as if there was no other living creature except him.
What frightened the child even more was that there was a pool of dark red blood at his feet, and the blood stains showed a trace of being dragged away into the distance.
Then, the child remembered the familiar voice that sounded outside the door of the house where he was hiding last night.
"Is there anyone there?" Seeing the lonely and empty courtyard, the child felt his body trembling. He walked through the buildings and shouted loudly, hoping that someone could respond to him.
But what made the child feel emotionally broken was that no matter how he shouted, no one in the mansion could respond to him.
It wasn't until he left the mansion and came to the street. When he saw the endless flow of people on the street, his emotions finally found a place to vent. He sat down on the ground and cried loudly.
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"It has been more than a thousand years since the founding of Guy's country, and some nobles have been passed down from the founding of the country to the present. Some nobles enjoy the shadow of their ancestors, are lazy, do nothing to produce, and do whatever they want. These guys are Guy's country.
It’s time to eradicate the parasites on this big tree.”
Muria sat on the throne, using a childish voice to prepare the ground for another decree he was about to issue. The number of ministers and nobles below him, which was already smaller than when he took the throne, lowered their heads and listened with trepidation.
"I have decided to abolish the hereditary system of the nobility. What are your opinions? Or who agrees? Who opposes?"
When Muria's voice came down, no one in the hall made a sound. None of them felt that they had lived long enough. They all saw everything that happened in these days.
Anyone who opposes the king in this palace will either be convicted by the king based on what he has done in the past, and then send out troops to hang him, or they will disappear inexplicably without a trace again.
No matter who opposes the reform, he will die. Or to be more specific, whoever disobeys the will of this king will die. This is an extremely domineering and cruel and murderous king.
"No one? Then you all agree with me to abolish the hereditary system of nobles. Yes, it seems that all the ministers are far-sighted." Muria nodded with satisfaction.
Then he began to eloquently tell the princes and ministers below about the shortcomings of the hereditary system, and the princes and nobles below who had been shocked by Muria's cruelty also lowered their heads and listened expressionlessly.
"So in order to prevent the next generation of nobles from degenerating and thinking that they can inherit the title from their fathers no matter what they do, the heirs of nobles who want to inherit the title must go to the battlefield and obtain sufficient military merit."
Muria began to talk about his perfect policy after abolishing the hereditary system of the nobility. In the eyes of Muria, this policy was an alternative compensation for the nobles, but in the eyes of the princes and nobles below, it was another matter.
In the eyes of almost all princes and ministers, the hereditary system of the nobility should exist as a matter of course. But now that Muria wants to erase this system that is a matter of course, isn't this equivalent to digging up their roots?
This made many princes and ministers dissatisfied, but under the threat of death, they did not dare to express their dissatisfaction and could only hold it back.
"My family follows the Guy royal family and has served the Guy country for nearly a thousand years. Now, it has come to a point where we have to leave. This country can no longer accommodate our family."
When many ministers and princes and nobles walked out of the royal court one after another, a great noble looked back at the splendid royal court behind him and sighed in a low voice.
"Your Excellency, be careful, be careful if you are overheard by the tyrant's eyes and ears. You may also suffer the dissatisfaction of the tyrant." After hearing the complaint of the great nobleman, a minister immediately reminded him.
"Dissatisfied? How could he be dissatisfied? Isn't he just trying to drive us old nobles out with these certificates? I'm taking the entire family away now, isn't it just following his wishes?" The person who was reminded to pay attention
The noble sneered, his face full of disdain. He was no longer prepared to stay in Guy Country.
These are troubled times, and countries are fighting against each other. Every country is extremely eager to join the high-end combat power. Family forces like his will be enthusiastically sought after no matter which country they join.
Since his family can no longer stay in this country, it is an excellent choice to move the whole family to other countries. There is no place for him to stay here, but he has his own place to stay.
"That's right, the current Gay Kingdom can no longer accommodate our nobles. Let's go discuss it together?" After hearing the words of this great nobleman, there was another nobleman with similar power next to him who also showed emotion on his face.
color.
"Walk."
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"Arnold, did you see that? After you officially issued these decrees, the nobles found that they could not stop you from continuing to reform, and they will make new changes. Now some nobles are preparing to leave our country collectively. How are you going to deal with it?"
In the palace shrouded in darkness, filled with the aura of death, Fernand, whose face was purple, looked at his youngest son sitting on the throne and asked.
"If you don't prepare, just let it go. If they want to leave, let them leave. It's just a good time to leave, and it can make room for the new forces in the country."
Muria replied in a low voice, his eyes shining with red light in the darkness, looking extremely charming and strange.
"Huh? This way of responding is not in line with your reputation as a tyrant."
"Those words of fools, they just pass them on, father, why do you have to follow them and say, can what I do really be considered a tyrant?"
"For those ministers who oppose you, you will kill them all at every turn. A guy like you is not a tyrant, so what is a tyrant?" Fernand asked with a smile.
"I'm not killing people indiscriminately. If I really wanted to kill people because I objected, then I would have killed all the nobles in the country by now," Muria sighed helplessly.
"I only kill those who not only verbally oppose, but also take practical actions to obstruct my reform. I have let go of those who verbally oppose."