Chapter 958: random

In Bryburn, a barracks of the 116th Heavy Armor Grenadier Division of the Allanhill Empire, neatly arranged barracks are arranged in rows, and trained soldiers are training formations on the school grounds.

In the distance there are resting soldiers playing football, neatly parked under the green shade, armored vehicles that have just been driven out for regular maintenance and cleaning.

The soldiers of the logistics maintenance unit and the crew members of the armored vehicles were walking on the flat barracks in twos and threes with buckets. From time to time, huge transport planes 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 materials 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 in powered exoskeleton armor stood neatly facing outwards in the vicious sunlight with their weapons in their hands. They are responsible for guarding the prisoners in this barracks and changing their guards every two hours.

In the barracks, at the end of the simple wooden long table, an old man in Grecan’s traditional magic robes, leaning on an inconspicuous staff, said with a smile: "Look, look! Don’t be nervous ...I am not going to kill you all..."

He is the chief consul in the southern region and the chief of the exclusive economic zone in the southern region of the Airanhill Empire.

Sitting on both sides of this long table at this moment, he ordered the officers and soldiers of the 116th Division, the old nobles and bureaucrats who "please come back".

As the chief executive here, Alves has been here for a while, but he can clearly feel that the Alanhill Empire's control over this land is really close to zero infinitely.

So he was very angry, and the violent magical energy in his heart was actually tumbling all the time. After all, the temper of every magician was actually not very good, and their bodies were more or less full of violent genes.

The smile on his face was barely squeezed out. In fact, he really wanted to pat the table and use fireball to greet these **** in front of him.

However, now he knows that it is of course the best choice to be able to solve the problem in a gentle way.

So he smiled reluctantly, and tried to use a gentler tone to say to these stubborn, insidious, cruel, and shameless guys: "I just want to know, on what grounds do you guys want to be with the entire Ailanhill Empire? Right?"

Hearing his question like this, an old nobleman immediately began to complain: "My lord! Your lord! You misunderstood! We, we are not against the Ailan Hill Empire..."

"We still have the flag of the Airanhill Empire in our house... We are loyal to support the Airanhill Empire!" Another nobleman also followed.

They are very familiar with this kind of superficial effort. According to their understanding, as long as these face projects are done enough, under normal circumstances, no one will question their loyalty.

It's just that they don't seem to realize that this time is somewhat different from so many times in the past.

Alves, who doesn't eat this set at all, still talks to himself: "I think you made a mistake. I am looking for you, not to pester you, what do you think in your heart."

Having said this, he didn’t care about those old nobles and old bureaucrats with very ugly faces, and just continued: “I’m looking for you, just to make sure that you can use everything you have to support the Ailan Hill Empire and for Ai Lanxi The Irish Empire completely controls the southern region and makes the contribution you should make."

"First of all...it's very simple. You have to come up with enough wealth to redeem your sins... Don't tell me that you are not guilty. If the money you took out does not match the sins you committed, then I really want to discuss with you What kind of death is more comfortable?” After he finished saying this sentence, he didn’t pause, and then went on to say: “Secondly, you must make sure that all of your people are honest and obedient, if one of them is obedient. If you are unwilling to cooperate with my work, then he and you as the boss will all die!"

When speaking, he also ignored the old nobles who had been whispering and expressing strong dissatisfaction in front of him.

He just listened to his righteous words and said his own request: "After that, I don’t think you deserve to enjoy the status of aristocracy, and you can’t continue to enjoy the glory brought by the title of aristocracy... So, hand over your titles and move out. Your manor."

The old nobles who heard these requests immediately exploded. Some of them even stood up, while others pressed their hands on the table, biting their lips and staring at the talking Alves.

If it weren't for this speaker, it might be a powerful magician, and they might all rush forward and devour the talking bastard.

How many years has it been? No one dares to talk to them like this? They are here like the earth emperors, and no one has ever been able to **** food from their mouths!

Is there another king? How dare to grab the benefits they have already held in their hands? Does it make sense? It was bullied to the nobles and bureaucrats!

"Finally, if you are willing to cooperate, I will let you leave here alive according to my promise, how about?" Just when these nobles were about to break out, Alves also finished what he wanted to say, a summary Asked such a sentence.

"So... then, how much ransom do we need to pay to save us from our sins?" An old nobleman smiled back 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 his tone of voice is no longer respectful.

Alves did not care about his disrespect, but continued to state the fact: "It depends on the source of your funds and the previous crimes of oppressing civilians. To put it simply, you may need to surrender all your property. , Including the manor or castle where you live now."

"Our subordinates, still obey your orders honestly?" Another nobleman couldn't hold back anymore, and asked with a cold tone.

The private army, or the city guard who obeyed their orders, is the foundation of these old nobles who bullied the weak and settled down. If these private armed forces obey the orders of others, who will guarantee their safety?

"Actually, to accurately describe it, the empire does not allow private troops to continue to exist, so the old city guards, including your private armed forces, must be disbanded." Alves continued to reply on business.

"Then if we get out of here, we might be attacked by those people who want to disrupt public order. At that time, you promised to let us get out of here alive. Isn't it just empty talk?" The old noble headed by him, Count Herman, sneered. Questioned.

He is actually not too panicked at this time. He knew that his subordinates had already begun to act with rumors, and soon the deputy prime minister would fall into a passive state and had to cooperate with them.

So he still looks like he is holding the winning ticket, and he said coldly to Alves: "We need to discuss it. It may take a few days before we can discuss the result... we will prepare food that meets our identity. And provide hot water and soft beds... we will discuss the results and let you know."

"I'm afraid that won't work! Mr. Herman." Alves didn't want to call the young Count of the dozens of years in front of him. In his eyes, the crude southern nobles were not nobles at all.

In contrast, he admired those new northern nobles who were polite and made great contributions to society. Those new nobles who are loyal to the Ailan Hill Empire and are willing to give their lives for Chris, no matter how they look at it, they are more like real nobles.

"When did you do what I said, and when can you eat the food?" Alves interrupted Herman, and then emphasized his position.

"This is unreasonable! Why can't we discuss it? Why don't we eat it if we can't discuss the result?" The nobleman closest to Alves beat the table with his hand and shouted aggressively. .

His words resonated with many nobles, everyone began to agitate, willing to keep quiet, and fewer and fewer people listened to Alves.

"Also, the environment here is too bad! I asked for a more decent place for us to rest!" Amidst the noise, a nobleman waved his fist and yelled loudly.

His proposal caused many nobles to applaud, as if they had already won the victory. Cheers, applauses, and whistles came and went one after another, and the whole barracks were so lively for a while.

"I really envy... those former magicians... In the era when they faced these noisy guys, they could use flames to quickly solve problems." Alves sighed softly.

"I'm here to witness all this." said a petite figure in black who was wearing a mask and sitting next to Yalves.

Who would have thought that the princess of the Ailan Hill Empire, His Royal Highness Jessica, was sitting here, supervising Alves to deal with the contradictions in front of him.

"Since I am sitting here, I can't do it for nothing... I will explain to your Majesty what I have seen and heard... Therefore, you now have the right to use any means to dispose of this rubbish." Jessica Said politely to Alves.

"His Royal Highness is considerate to his subordinates, and the subordinates are really grateful." Alves smiled and looked at the old noble Herman who was not far away from him: "Let them be quiet and sit down for me honestly, otherwise I will Burn one at random..."