As the center of Legrand's power, being able to step into the Rose Palace has always been regarded as a sign of identity. If a noble enters the Rose Palace less often, then people will show less hospitality to him.
However, it is difficult for the many nobles who were "invited" into the Rose Palace today to laugh in front of this glory.
These guys were thrown into the Rose Castle by the king, and the Duke of Buckingham also provided a guard for each of them at the door of the room.
The New Kings felt that the Duke of Buckingham did it entirely on the King's behalf.
Everyone in Legrand knew that when the king tried to do something outrageous, if the Duke of Buckingham couldn't stop it, he would choose to do it himself first, so that his nephew's reputation would not get worse - if What else does the king have a reputation for.
From time to time, the titular "guests" were actually prisoners of war who opened the door and asked the guards when they could leave the palace, they had been here long enough.
The guard regretfully told them: Your Majesty is very hospitable, gentlemen, please enjoy the delicious food of the Rose Palace before leaving.
What kind of food? The last supper
The poor nobles of the New King's Party were so frightened that their faces turned pale with fear, and they felt more and more that the king's arc knife was pressing against their necks.
Finally, on the second night of the "Coronation" ceremony, the nobles were informed—
The king intends to see them.
Someone fainted on the spot, Holy Lord! The knife fell.
…
Rose Palace, color room.
Bright candles were lit in the gorgeous meeting venue, and everything looked the same as when an emergency meeting was held some time ago. The angels, who symbolize judgment and justice, still look down on everyone from the dome, and the serene megalithic buildings still carry the peculiar bearing of the royal family.
But it's still different.
For example, at the top of the conference table, the high-back chair has its owner.
The new king's party stepped into the color room with a heavy heart, and saw the king at the top at a glance.
The king returned to his usual appearance, wearing a finely embroidered coat with gold thread, a white scarf folded over several layers, and sparkling with fine diamonds. But what stood out was what the king had at hand.
On the left, is the arc knife that cut Grand Duke Glace's throat.
On the right is the thick stack of paper that I don't know what to record.
The hearts of the new royalists sank in an instant, they sat stiffly in their seats, and looked up to see the royalists just about to get up and leave. They should have been here for a while, not knowing what the king rewarded them, they all smiled brightly.
A thought flashed through the minds of most of the New Kings:
It would be great if they took over that iron rose.
"Should I warn my cook? Gentlemen."
The king opened his mouth, and the sullenness in his eyebrows did not diminish under the light of the candle, so even if he spoke in a gentle tone, it made people feel that it was not a good thing to say.
"I told them to prepare a sumptuous meal for you, but now your faces look really bad, do they dare to disobey my order?"
The food for these two days is indeed rich, with thick soup and fresh meat.
But who is in the mood to enjoy it at this juncture
Not knowing what the king was going to do, the New Kings had to answer his questions and praised the two days of food for being excellent.
"Ah, of course." The king smiled, but the nobles' faces changed suddenly, "They are all my loyal and good servants, even if I ask them to add some belladonna to their bread[1] will do as well.”
After all, nearly two days later, the New Kings still have something to eat. The nobles who had eaten those breads subconsciously held down their stomachs and almost wanted to spit them out on the spot.
"Be decent, sir." The king watched their faces change. "It's cold, and a harmless joke is good for digestion after dinner."
For the sake of the Holy Master, this kind of joke should be avoided.
The New Kings sat embarrassedly in their positions,
"Compared to the chef, you are so disappointing to me."
The king's voice suddenly cooled down. He has always been cloudy and sunny, and there is always a fire of anger hidden under his smile. There seemed to be a cold wind passing through the conference room, and everyone was silent.
"Let's talk about what good things you have done during this time."
"Chervet du Bray." The king took the top of the stack of papers to his right. "Your trebuchet, sir, is very good. It blasts open the gates of the castle of Servi."
Mr. Shevey, who was called by name, slid down softly against the back of the chair without saying a word.
Well now, the nobles of the new royal party know what the stack of papers the king has in his hand is for.
The Duke of Buckingham has written down all the "good things" they did during the civil unrest, and seems to have written it clearly.
"Mr. St. Simon, I have to say that the fire your cavalry set down on the lower Doma is beautiful."
"Mr. Lu Li, don't be discouraged. Although your soldiers are inferior in attacking the castle, their performance in robbing the village is remarkable."
"Oh, and our Mr. Roche, you've done an excellent job on the east side too..."
"… "
Turn over the paper one by one.
The king's tone was very kind, and the kindness made people pale and almost fainted.
The nobility with a keen sense of smell found that the king always only called them by their first names, without any titles, and this detail revealed a terrible signal.
"Should I applaud you?"
The king patiently counted all of them, and he looked up and looked at them all with a smile. The smile was exactly the same as when he was dueling with Grand Duke Glace, don't forget that the arc knife was in the king's hand.
Mr. Shevey, who was named first, reacted the fastest. He immediately stood up from his chair, crawled on the icy ground, and pleaded, "Please forgive me for my ignorant mistakes."
He is considered to be one of the relatively minor ones. He originally had the idea of performing well in Grand Duke Glace to seize the throne, so as to improve his status, and he worked extra hard in the civil war. Where the effort to the front turned into a rope twisted around the neck. He didn't dare to think about what it meant when the king first asked him.
Shevey wept bitterly and pleaded with the king.
With the first comes the second.
Their king was so angry that even his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, dared to throw his head on the guillotine. No one thought his identity was more noble than the Duke of Buckingham.
"What's the matter with you? Am I not gratifying your courage?" The king said in surprise, "I also plan to make a medal for each of you, and put it in front of your graves, how about it?"
said it...
The faces of the new king's party turned pale, and the king really wanted to cut off their heads.
"You should give them a chance." The voice of nature sounded, and the Duke of Buckingham stepped into the color room under the grateful eyes of everyone. He looked at his nephew leniently, "Metzl's executioner will not think Too many jobs in one winter, Your Majesty."
"I thought you would be happy to help me with this, my dear uncle, aren't your soldiers excellent?"
"You can't let them act as executioners, this is not what you should do with your loyal knights." The Duke of Buckingham said helplessly.
"OK then."
The king pondered for a while, then took a step back.
"I think you'll be happy to make some reasonable reparations for the damage you've caused?"
What can the New Kings say
They can't say anything but grateful.
- The king's arc knife is still on his left.
The paper on the right has been read and thrown to the ground, and now only the knife is left on the table.
The king clapped his hands, and the king's secretary hurried into the color room with a stack of paper, ink, and quill.
The paper is sent down.
"Come, my good gentlemen," said the king briskly. "Write on this piece of paper how much pounds you think your necks are worth. Of course, allow me to remind you of one thing. "
The king's smile was like a nightmare in the eyes of the nobles.
They don't want to hear the applause as a signal for the rest of their lives.
"I hope..." the king's tone was very soft, "you don't have some kind of delusion... that I was negotiating with you."
The candlelight reflected on the king's face, bright and dark, and there was no smile in the icy blue eyes, as cold as a glacier in winter.
The nobles shuddered.
…
The king flipped through the sheets of signed paper, and was satisfied to see that the numbers on it even exceeded his original expectations.
"As expected, a one-time solution is more reassuring." The king sighed regretfully.
The king really has the intention to kill the great nobles because they have too much power.
The great nobles who own land can collect dues and taxes on their own territory, hold their own trials, and even hang the current thieves who are caught. The territory of Legrand is composed of thirty-six states, with various laws and regulations, and some lords even have the right to ignore the judgment of the royal court in their own territory... [2]
Obviously, this is something that the king cannot tolerate.
take it easy.
the king said to himself.
"Okay." He clapped the paper on his hand and said to the Duke of Buckingham, "It's time to bring Cousin John back, knowing that the cost of extension is still quite high."
Speaking of General John, the king remembered another thing.
"The negotiating mission has been detained?"
Hearing the news, the king raised his eyebrows.
"The winter is here, and it's time for our officials to run errands."
With nothing to do in winter, wouldn't it be a good time for a big reckoning? Hopefully no one really thinks that the king will take a little ransom and pass it off.
The reckoning has just begun.
"One thing." The king pondered for a while, then looked at the Duke of Buckingham, "I would like to know about the family Templars."
The Duke of Buckingham looked at him suspiciously and said politely: "Your Majesty, the power of the Holy See is still strong now, and the new Pope is a man of skillful means."
"Don't worry, uncle." The king replied, staring at the beating candle, which seemed to turn cold in his eyes, "I have no intention of going to war with the Holy See for the time being."
If there was anything in the world that could make a king utterly furious, it was clearly someone trying to make him die.
Unfortunately…
It seems that the equally capricious Mr. Devil has done this some time ago.
The author has something to say: King: As a tyrant, is there anything wrong with killing the donkey
Devil: As a devil, is there anything wrong with trying to make up for the knife
[1] Belladonna: Can make poison
[2] Refer to "Edward I" [English] Mark Morris