Chapter 820 Returnees from the Far East (Part 2)
"No one wants to go, then force them to go!"
Rhodes announced loudly.
This is indeed confusing.
And Rhodes quickly gave his answer——
"The east of the World's Edge Mountains will become a new place of exile. What I mean is that from now on, there will be no death penalty in Kislev. Those who are exiled to the Dark Land will be sentenced to death."
"As you just said, it is a barbaric land with no human settlements, wild beasts, and harsh climate. The people who are exiled there will have to rely on themselves. The probability of survival for the first few generations will be very low.
However, the temporary strongholds they established will grow little by little. In the future, these surviving strongholds will become important stations on the 'Silk Road', and it is even possible that they will develop into small
town."
When it came to the end, Rhodes felt that he was a bit like everyone was trying to get the pie. But, this was the feeling he wanted.
"It sounds feasible...this seems to be a way."
Alves nodded in affirmation.
"I have another proposal."
Dennis interjected—
"Should we give these prisoners a time limit? For example, those who are sentenced to exile can return to Kislev as long as they stay in the dark place for a few years? Give these people a little hope to prevent them from committing suicide on the road.
After all, one's life can never return to Kislev, which is no different from death. Without hope, people will lose their will to fight."
His daughter's words reminded Rod.
This is indeed a factor to consider.
"This is indeed an issue that needs to be considered."
Rhodes thought for a while.
A voice broke the silence. Cabinet Minister Antonovich said in a calm voice——
"My suggestion is to measure the time of a criminal's exile according to the severity of the crime he committed. For example, a serious criminal will receive more than ten years of exile. And a criminal with moderate guilt can set the time of his exile.
It is set at three to five years. This is relative to death row prisoners. After all, the probability of surviving in a dark place for more than two years is already very low."
"As for those who are not guilty enough to die but are exiled, I personally think that two years is enough. This time makes them feel that hope is around the corner, but at the same time they have to endure the most harsh exile in history."
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While Kislev at the northern end of the continent is undergoing constant changes, at the other end of the continent, the Knight Kingdom of Bretonnia is also quietly brewing a drastic change.
Nanhai Town, an ordinary fishing port town at the southernmost tip of Bretonnia, welcomed a group of mysterious outsiders on the eve of winter.
They did not hold high the battle flag of any family, nor did they wear any gorgeous clothes or armor. Everyone wore thick black cloaks and sneaked into the town after dark.
Just like a group of ghosts...or in other words, they are ghosts, a group of ghost lords who can subvert half of the knight kingdom.
Lord Tristanine, escorted by his attendants, opened the door of the tavern. Inside, there were a group of men like him, dressed in black and simply dressed.
Although they didn't wear anything to identify themselves, they quickly recognized each other.
"You are late, Your Majesty the High Lord."
Leon Leocornwall welcomed Count Palavon who came from afar with a deep voice.
"There is no big lord here, sir. This is just a temporary gathering place for a group of homeless people who have lost their homes."
The old lord read slowly from the vicissitudes of life and a magnetic voice.
Everyone immediately burst into hearty laughter.
Yes, they knew the meaning of the old lord's words. They were just a group of old guys who could lose their territory at any time. Ever since King Victor confiscated the territory of Talinnam, the whole of Bretonnia has been filled with a sense of self-indulgence.
This kind of emotion kept brewing and fermented, and slowly turned into a kind of hostility, a kind of hostility towards the local and royal power. Although each lord still remained loyal to the king on the surface, various words behind his back already implied dissatisfaction with the king.
and ridicule.
"Let's get down to business, old boys. It's time to join forces. Our enemy is close at hand."
Lord Tristantin Young made the opening remarks in a low voice.
"Victor has expanded the military in Cologne, especially the Royal Knights."
"Perhaps this stupid pig has smelled the uneasy atmosphere around him."
"He must have smelled that the Duke of Bastogne has not entered Colony for two consecutive months, and the Duke of Montfort has not gone to Colony for a month and a half to attend regular meetings. Their reasons are all unwell.
But any fool can see that these grand dukes are in very good health."
"Everyone doesn't say anything, but they are secretly planning something. Or maybe they are deliberately alienating the royal family."
In the tavern, the lords were talking one after another. Each of them was a lord of a party and the most trusted person in Lyon. Among them was the lord of Bohemund, Sebiens.
"The current situation is like a thirsty wilderness. All it takes is a fire to start a prairie fire."
The Lord of Bishui City said angrily.
"No, I'm afraid it's not that simple. Although there are many people who oppose Victor and there are many people who want to overthrow this tyrant, everyone is still exercising restraint. Also, we need a reason, guys, there is no justification.
The reason is that our behavior is tantamount to rebellion. The knights who are loyal to the goddess and the law will not support us."
"Do you need any more reason for this? How much tax has that tyrant imposed on us for his so-called just war over the years? Even though the people of Cologne can bear it, the people in my territory can hardly bear it.
If you don’t stop him, the next person to riot in the territory will be you and me!”
The Lord of White Tower City could not restrain his inner anger and spoke a little irritably.
Tristantin signaled him to calm down. This was a meeting, not a battlefield. Blood and passion were useless. Right now, what they needed was calmness and reason.
Throughout the whole process, the organizer, Leon Leo Cornwall, sat in the middle of the tavern, silently watching and listening to everyone's speeches.
"What's your opinion? Leon!"
Finally, the Lord of Foggy Swamp City looked at the young man who was silent in the audience. In his silence, almost everyone forgot who was the organizer and caller of this meeting.
It is true that he is the only one who has the most say. Everyone knows that not long ago, Lyon's uncle, Count Philip, the hero who rescued the city of Boemond, was placed under house arrest by the king.
If there was anyone present who most wanted to raise an army to attack the king, it was definitely Lyon.
Under the gaze of everyone, Leon slowly raised his right hand.
"A name, I think, I have found a name for all of us."
He spoke very slowly and in a low voice, but everyone could hear him clearly——
"Talinam is not dead! There is still a survivor in the battle of Death Valley, and it is him."
In the dull tavern, Leon Leo Cornwall's words were like a thunderclap, leaving everyone stunned for a moment.