In the howling cold wind, Colin led Prince Harrison to the top of Silvermoon City.
The snow outside the city has not yet melted, and it is reflecting the rays of the setting sun at this time, making it look extraordinarily gorgeous.
Ke Linyao pointed to the huge pit outside the city and the prisoners from the East who were working beside the pit, and asked, "Your Highness, do you know what the huge pit I asked the prisoners from the East to dig is for?"
Prince Harrison rolled his eyes, remembered his mother's warning, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Colin said indifferently, "That's their grave."
"Tomb?" Prince Harrison looked horrified.
But when he was young, his acting skills were obviously not good enough, so he was immediately seen through by the senior Ke Lin.
However, Colin did not try to expose the other party, but quietly looked at Prince Harrison, as if looking forward to his next performance.
Prince Harrison was flustered by Colin's gaze, and quickly asked, "Your Excellency, Viscount, are you going to bury all these Eastern prisoners alive?"
"Buried alive? No, no, that kind of method is too rough, and with so many captives resisting, it will inevitably cause some damage to the Black Cavalry."
"So, do you have a better way?"
"Yes." Colin smiled mysteriously, "This method is what I want to teach you, the truly powerful technique of controlling subordinates."
Prince Harrison suddenly became in a mood, and looked at Colin with glowing eyes, looking forward to his explanation.
At this time, there was a commotion outside the city.
It seems that the captives have clashed with the overseer, and the two sides are confronting each other.
With such a distance, Prince Harrison couldn't hear what the two sides were arguing about, so he could only look at Colin and asked, "Your Excellency, Viscount, do you know why they are arguing?"
Ke Lin seemed to know this well, and said indifferently: "Food."
"food?"
"Yes. These captives have worked for a day, but they haven't had a meal yet. They must be very hungry now, so they quarreled with the overseer."
Prince Harrison nodded, and asked again: "Then what is the 'really powerful technique of controlling subordinates' you mentioned?"
Ke Lin smiled: "Don't worry, Your Highness, please continue reading."
Prince Harrison had to watch patiently.
After a while, the quarrel outside the city seemed to have finally come to an end. A large cauldron was carried out, with hot steam bubbling inside and a tempting aroma exuding.
The captives couldn't help cheering, as if they were praising the "merciful" Black Cavalry.
However, it didn't take long before the quarrel broke out again.
And this time, the quarrel became more intense, and the captives and the overseers even started fighting.
Prince Harrison looked confused, and asked again: "Your Excellency, Viscount, why are they arguing again?"
"Because the captives will find that there is so little food, at most half enough for them."
While the two were talking, the conflict outside the city had intensified. The prisoners who had been starving for a day poured their anger on the overseers, thinking that they had withheld food.
More and more people joined the battle group, and the blood was splattered wantonly on the snow, reflecting each other with the rays of the setting sun, forming a strange beauty.
Prince Harrison looked at the soldiers of the Black Cavalry who were watching but had no intention of stopping them, and asked in confusion, "Your Excellency, the Viscount, why didn't your Black Cavalry stop these captives from rioting?"
But Ke Lin took the time to ask back: "Why do you want to stop it?"
"They are rebelling against your will!"
"No, they're just rebelling against the overseers."
"Even so, don't you just ignore those supervisors?"
"Why do you care?" Ke Lin suddenly showed a strange smile, "The supervisors themselves were selected from the captives, so it's just the people in the East who are killing each other."
Prince Harrison was stunned.
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Selecting an overseer from among the captives will inevitably create a rift among the Easterners.
Those hard-working captives will definitely hate their companions who were selected as overseers, even more than they hate the black cavalry.
This is human nature.
Then, Colin deliberately gave them less food, and the captives would not resent the Black Cavalry, because they dared not.
But they will transfer this resentment to their former companions and current supervisors, thinking that these people are the real culprits who oppress them.
Once this kind of antagonism and jealousy broke out, the people in the east would kill each other, and there was no need for the black cavalry to do it themselves.
Prince Harrison suddenly felt that the Viscount Angelet next to him was really scary. This kind of manipulative method was really terrifying.
However, it is also very effective.
The battle outside the city is drawing to a close.
Although the overseers didn't have to work, they had more strength, and they still had some simple weapons in their hands, but the captives had an absolute advantage in numbers, and quickly won the melee.
The corpses of thousands of overseers were thrown indiscriminately on the snow, and there were more corpses of captives beside them.
The Black Cavalry didn't care about this, and as long as the people from the Eastern Border didn't try to break out of the restricted area, they could do whatever they wanted.
The captives cheered loudly, celebrating the victory, and immediately rushed to the cauldrons filled with food.
However, the food is still not enough.
So, the scramble happened again.
There were piles of corpses on the snow.
When the commotion finally subsided, the Black Cavalry entered the arena belatedly.
They directed the remaining captives to bury the corpses, and then selected a new group of supervisors from among them.
Continue to the next round...
Ke Lin looked at Prince Harrison whose expression kept changing, and suddenly asked, "Your Highness, look at those supervisors, what do they look like?"
Prince Harrison was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What does it look like?"
"Like us human nobles?"
"noble?"
"Yes, there are fewer nobles, but they have more power, enslaving a large number of companions who are not much different from us."
Prince Harrison's heart trembled, and he realized that what Colin said was indeed reasonable.
For some reason, an inexplicable panic suddenly surged in his heart, and he blurted out: "But in the real world, how dare those commoners resist the nobles?"
"Under normal circumstances, of course I wouldn't dare." Colin smiled, "But when they are cornered, what can't they do?"
"But... But even if they rebel, it is impossible to win! The nobles in reality are not those overseers, and they cannot be defeated by civilians relying on their numerical superiority."
Colin did not refute this time, but said with a sneer: "Your Highness, if you are obsessed with the question of whether the common people can defeat the nobles, then you have fallen into the trap of this game."
"Trap? What do you mean?"
Colin pointed to the direction of the huge pit outside the city, his eyes were deep: "Think about it, who arranged the confrontation between the supervisor and the prisoner, and who is constantly intensifying this confrontation, so that they Cannibalism?"
Prince Harrison's eyes were fixed: "It's you!"
Colin laughed loudly: "Yes. Then, think about it again, the supervisor and the prisoner, who wins and who loses, do I really care?"
Prince Harrison suddenly realized: "You don't care. As long as they fight on their own, no matter who wins or loses, they have already fallen into your trap. What they should really do is to unite and fight against the Black Cavalry and the Black Cavalry. you!"
"Yes." Colin nodded slightly, and then suddenly stopped talking.
Prince Harrison thought about the meaningful metaphor that Colin said, and seemed to have something in his heart.
But suddenly, he froze.
Because, he thought of the two classes that the overseer and the prisoner are metaphors in reality—nobles and commoners.
However, there is another force in this game—Colin and the Black Cavalry!
What they're metaphorically referring to is...
Prince Harrison suddenly turned his head to look at Colin, and saw Viscount Angelet showing an inscrutable smile.
He opened his mouth, just about to ask out the doubts in his heart, but found that there was no way to speak.
Suddenly, the imperial prince felt a boundless fear enveloped himself, making him tremble all over.
(end of this chapter)