In Briburn, a barracks of the 116th Heavy Armored Grenadier Division of the Eilandhill Empire, neat barracks are arranged in rows, and training soldiers are practicing formations on the school field.
In the distance, there are resting soldiers playing football, and neatly parked under the green shade are armored vehicles that have just been driven out for regular maintenance and cleaning.
Soldiers from the logistics maintenance force and armored vehicle crew members carried buckets of water in twos and threes and walked on the flat camp road. From time to time, huge transport aircraft climbed up and flew in the distance.
Not far from this barracks is a large military airport that has just been built. Many planes transporting disaster relief supplies take off from here, and there are also many transportation opportunities to transfer here.
Outside a barracks of the 116th Division near the division headquarters, soldiers wearing powered exoskeleton armors held weapons and stood neatly facing outside under the vicious sunlight. They were responsible for guarding the prisoners in this barracks every two hours.
It's a changing of the guard.
In the barracks, at the end of the simple long wooden table, an old man wearing Greken's traditional magic robe, holding an inconspicuous-looking staff, said with a smile: "Look, look! Don't be nervous.
…I’m not going to kill you all…”
He is the Grand Consul of the southern region and the general person in charge of the exclusive economic zone in the southern region of the Eilanhill Empire.
Sitting on both sides of this long table at this moment are the old nobles and old bureaucrats whom he ordered the officers and soldiers of the 116th Division to "invite back".
As the top administrator here, Alves has been here for some time, but he can clearly feel that the control power of the Elanhir Empire over this land is really approaching zero.
So he was very angry, and the violent magical energy in his heart was actually boiling all the time. After all, every magician's temper was actually not very good, and their bodies were more or less filled with some violent genes.
The smile on his face was forced out. In fact, he really wanted to slap the table and use the fireball technique to greet these bastards in front of him.
However, now he knows that solving the problem in a friendly way is of course the best choice.
So he smiled reluctantly, tried to use a gentler tone, and said to these stubborn, sinister, cruel, and shameless guys: "I just want to know why on earth do you want to fight with the entire Eiland Hill Empire?"
Against?"
Hearing his question, an old noble immediately began to complain: "My lord! My lord! You misunderstood! We, we are not against the Eilanhill Empire..."
"We still have the flag of the Elanthir Empire hanging in our house... We loyally support the Elanthir Empire!" Another noble also said.
They are very familiar with this kind of superficiality. According to their understanding, as long as these face-saving projects are done enough, under normal circumstances, no one will question their loyalty.
However, they didn't seem to realize that this time was somewhat different from the previous times.
Alves, who did not accept this trick at all, still said to himself: "I think you have made a mistake. I am here to find you, not to quarrel with you. What exactly are you thinking in your heart?"
After saying this, he didn't care about the old nobles and old bureaucrats who had very ugly faces, and just continued: "I came to you all just to ensure that you can use everything you have to support the Elanhill Empire and work for Elancire."
The Er Empire will take complete control of the southern region and make the contribution you should make."
"First of all... it's very simple. You have to come up with enough wealth to atone for your sins... don't tell me that you are not guilty. If the money you come up with is not consistent with the crimes you committed, then I really have to discuss it with you.
What is the more comfortable way to die?" After he finished saying this, he continued without pausing: "Secondly, you must make sure that all the people under your command are obedient. If one of them is
If you are not willing to cooperate with my work, then he and you, as your superiors, will die!"
While speaking, he also completely ignored the old nobles in front of him who were already whispering to each other and expressing strong dissatisfaction with their eyes.
Just listen to him speaking out his request righteously: "Besides, I don't think you deserve to enjoy the status of a noble, nor can you continue to enjoy the glory brought by the title of aristocrat... So, hand over your title and move out
Your estate."
The old nobles immediately exploded after hearing these demands. Some of them even stood up, while others put their hands on the table, biting their lips and staring at Alves who was speaking.
If the speaker hadn't been a powerful magician, they might have rushed forward and eaten the bastard alive.
How many years has it been? No one dares to talk to them like this? They are like earth emperors here, and no one has ever been able to take food away from their mouths!
Is there any more royal law? How dare you snatch the benefits that they have already grasped? Is there any reason anymore? You actually bully the nobles and bureaucrats!
"Finally, if you are willing to cooperate, I will let you leave here alive according to my promise, how about it?" Just when these nobles were about to explode, Alves also finished what he wanted to say, concluding
He asked this question.
"So... then, how much ransom do we need to pay to absolve us of our sins?" An old nobleman laughed angrily and looked at Alves with a sneer, his eyes full of hatred.
He even forgot that Alves was actually a powerful magician because of his anger. Now the tone of his words no longer showed any respect.
Alves did not care about his disrespect and just continued to state a fact: "It depends on your source of funds and your previous crimes of oppressing civilians. To put it simply, you may need to hand over all your property.
, including the manor or castle where you live now."
"Our men still have to obey your orders honestly?" Another noble couldn't stand it anymore and asked in a cold tone.
Private armies, or city guards who obey their orders, are the foundation for these old nobles to bully the weak and live in peace. If these private armies obey the orders of others, who will guarantee their safety?
"Actually, to describe it accurately, the empire does not allow private armies to continue to exist, so the old city guards, including your private armies, must be disbanded." Alves continued to answer businesslikely.
"Then when we walk out of here, we may be attacked by a group of rioters who want to disrupt public order. When the time comes, your promise to let us walk out of here alive is not an empty promise?" The old nobleman headed by him, Earl Herman, sneered.
He opened his mouth and asked.
In fact, he is not too panicked at this time. He knows that his men have already started taking action with rumors, and soon the deputy prime minister will be passive and have to cooperate with them.
So he still looked like he was sure of winning, and said coldly to Alves: "We need to discuss it, and it may take a few days before we can come up with a result... Prepare food for us that suits our status.
It also provides hot water and soft beds... We will discuss the results and let you know."
"I'm afraid this won't work! Mr. Hermann." Alves was unwilling to call the young man in front of him a count. In his eyes, the vulgar nobles of the southern region were not nobles at all.
In contrast, he admires those new northern nobles who are courteous and have made great contributions to society. Those new nobles who are loyal to the Eilandhill Empire and are willing to sacrifice their lives for Chris, no matter from which aspect,
They are all more like real nobles.
"When will you do what I say, and when will you be able to eat food?" Alves interrupted Herman's words, and then emphasized his position.
"This is unreasonable! Why can't we discuss it? Why won't we be given food if we can't come up with a result?" The noble closest to Alves banged his hand on the table and shouted angrily.
.
His words resonated with many nobles, and everyone began to become restless and willing to stay quiet. Fewer and fewer people listened to Alves.
"Also, the environment here is too bad! I ask for a more decent place for us to rest!" Amidst the noise, a nobleman waved his fist and shouted loudly.
His proposal made many nobles applaud, as if they had won a victory. Cheers, applause, and whistles came and went, and the whole barracks was very lively for a while.
"I really envy... those magicians of the past... when they faced these noisy guys, they could use burning flames to quickly solve problems." Alves sighed softly.
"I'm here just to witness all this." A petite figure in black, wearing a mask and sitting next to Alves, said.
Who would have thought that Her Royal Highness Jessica, the princess of the Airanhill Empire, would be sitting here, supervising Alves to deal with the conflict in front of her.
"Since I'm sitting here, I can't come in vain...I will explain to His Majesty what I have seen and heard...So, you now have the right to use any means to deal with this garbage." Jessica.
Said politely to Alves.
"Your Highness is considerate of your subordinates. I am really grateful." Alves smiled and looked at the old nobleman Herman who was not far away from him: "Let them be quiet and sit down for me honestly, otherwise I will
