They are afraid that this is just a propaganda, a show.
In the end, the nobles defend each other, and the so-called trial is just a cutscene.
If this is the case, the common people's three or seven accounts are divided, and the nobles are returned in full, and so on, will the whistleblower have good fruit to eat
Will definitely be put on small shoes and tortured to death in a fancy way.
The rain suddenly thickened again, and the nobles kneeling on the ground, with their heads held high and their faces solemn, actually suppressed the hesitant civilians.
The sparks that had just risen in their eyes seemed to be wiped out by the rain again.
Under the black umbrella, Roger waited quietly, his face did not change.
This scene was also what he expected.
Those who have been oppressed for a long time are numb, dull, ignorant, and humble. Faced with the aristocratic authority propaganda as sacred, they have been exploited horribly, but as long as there is a chance of survival, they will not make any move of resistance.
Even if Roger spoke so clearly and demonstrated, there was still silence.
Being hurt again and again and disappointed again and again, these civilians no longer dare to dream, let alone believe in hope.
Fear that all you will get is disappointment.
Sad for its misfortune, anger for its indisputable.
Roger suddenly understood the feelings of a certain sage.
The people at the bottom who were put on shackles really thought that they were a piece of shit.
After all, Roger is not a natural nobleman. He was once a member of these Dousheng people. He was overwhelmed by darkness and couldn't believe that the world would change for the better.
But there will always be a light that will come in and dispel the haze.
He suddenly took a step forward and stepped out of the umbrella.
Little Joey hurriedly raised his umbrella to keep up, but was stopped by Roger's raised hand, and he could only stop in place with some helplessness and worry.
The rain quickly lost Roger's hair, wet his clothes, and made him look embarrassed too.
He took off the Nightguard uniform, took off his shirt, exposed his chest, and jumped off the platform.
The crowd naturally avoided, for fear that the lowly self would dirty the body of this noble young master.
Roger's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he continued to be on fire, with the flames burning faintly, and roared:
"If I am a noble aristocrat and you don't believe me, now I am at the same height as you, bathing in the same rain as you, just to tell you that nobles are not sacred and are not worthy of your fear."
"Do you want me to believe that the nobles we arrested today are good nobles who love their people like children, are strict with themselves, and are lenient with others. There is no grievance in their territory, and every citizen lives happily. So am I going to declare them acquitted?"
"Then let's applaud these outstanding nobles of the empire together? Let me go back to Aodu and declare their credit to the queen, okay? Please let them rule you, your sons, your grandsons, and let you go from generation to generation, They're all Fergus' dogs, okay?"
He looked at these numb people and clapped to himself.
Again and again, very rhythmically.
Someone followed subconsciously, took a few shots, but quickly stopped, feeling that something was wrong.
Aristocrats love their people like children
Are we happy
Are these people good nobles without crime
How is it possible that they are also compatible
But Roger was still applauding, but his clear voice seemed to hit these civilians in the face.
Because of their silence, these heinous, hell-worthy fellows will be commended, praised, and then intensified, glorified, and rule them more recklessly
Even, ruling over their children and grandchildren
If this is a nightmare, please let this nightmare have an end, and don't let our children and grandchildren be squeezed by these scum!
"Sir, I have something to say!"
Suddenly an old man in tattered clothes squeezed out of the crowd, knelt at Roger's feet, and said with tears, "Anyway, I'm a childless old man, and I don't have a good life for a few years. I'm going to sue Fergie. Thirty years ago, the Archduke raped my wife, causing her to crash into a pillar and die!"
He took off a pendant with his mutilated hand, and opened it was a suicide note written in blood: "We are not ordinary farmers, but adventurers, but my fingers have been cut off by Archduke Fergus, and I can no longer hold it. Sword. This is a letter written by my wife with spiritual power, which condenses part of her memory, please verify the truth of what I said!"
Archduke Fergus looked at the old man in confusion. It had been too long, and he had done so many similar things that he could not remember who was who.
Roger took the blood book and gave it to a spellcaster.
The conclusion was soon reached: "Everything is true. The person in that lady's memory is indeed the Archduke Fergus thirty years ago."
"Archduke Fergus bullied women, the circumstances were vile, and the tools for committing the crime were confiscated." Roger pronounced the sentence indifferently.
A Night Guard magician stepped forward, burning flames in his hands, burning a fritter and two eggs under Archduke Fergus.
Archduke Fergus fainted in pain, then was woken up again, and then passed out again, and the screams echoed throughout the venue.
The rest of the nobles also subconsciously clenched their legs.
What the hell, is this Roger for real, and is it a public execution
The civilians suddenly became restless, whispering and discussing.
As long as the crimes of these nobles are published, can they really be dealt with by law
Roger asked in a deep voice, "Dare to ask, who is still wronged?"
"Master Charles, please help me decide!"
In all directions, countless people stood out excitedly and answered his orders in unison.
Today, Luo Qingtian not only tried the case, but also directly and publicly executed.
This most direct and bloody revenge finally ignited the flames that had been silent for too long in the hearts of the numb civilians.
The icy wind and rain gradually subsided, and the sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the rain-washed Fergus City.
Only on the high platform, the blood from the judgment accumulated layer after layer.
Those reds are so dazzling, but they make the hearts of civilians suddenly feel a little warm...
It turns out that some people are also concerned about the joys and sorrows of these ants.
Perhaps this empire, with a unique queen and a kind noble like Roger, will really give them ordinary and ordinary commoners a future that is completely different from the past.
Chapter 122 It's Okay to Kill All
These people did not hate the nobles or chose to forgive, but they were disappointed too many times and did not dare to hold on to hope.
The old man set a precedent in blood, and Roger sent a sentence on the spot. Everyone seemed to see the dawn of victory for the common people at that moment.
The screams of the nobles, the bloody excitement, the memories of the old days.
There was also the boy who stood in the rain curtain with his shirtless upper body like them. He had a completely different temperament from other big men.
He is so noble, so noble that these commoners feel ashamed.
But not because of strength, power, and gorgeous clothes, but because of the light in his soul that transcended this era.
Lord Charles is an aristocrat, but he is not a scumbag aristocrat who treats the pariah like ants and only tries to squeeze the last bit of value out of them.
"Charles' family are all good people... The Prime Minister is like this, so is Young Master Roger."
"I can't bear it anymore, I want to expose the filth that the lord has done, I believe in the Night Guard!"
"The queen really came to save us, is the hard time coming to an end?"
"Long live the queen, long live the empire, long live Lord Charles!"
The commoners confirmed that reporting these nobles not only will not be liquidated, but will really be judged according to their crimes, and they are boiling.
Countless people scrambled to squeeze forward, talking to Roger about the suffering and injustice they had encountered.
Like the raging river after a rainstorm, once it breaks through the shackles, there is nothing in the world that can stop its overwhelming impact.
Dousheng ordinary people are as invisible as water, and they can find a way to survive under all kinds of oppression, but if one day breaks out, it will be a wave that nobility can't stop.
Perhaps there are still extraordinary powers in this world that can be forced to continue their lives, but now the imperial power holds extraordinary powers that are stronger than the traditional aristocratic forces, and the roars of the common people who have not been listened to in the past ten thousand years, all reasonable demands today will eventually be answered.
God cannot be so just.
After all, in order to harvest the most desperate people's strong beliefs, it is always more efficient to stand on the side of the nobles.
The square in Fergus City was crowded with people, from early morning to dusk, and then to night battles, and then to the early hours of the morning.
There are still countless civilians lining up to state the crimes of these nobles.
Even if these charges add up, the nobles present can be beheaded tens of thousands of times.
However, the grievances and sufferings that were simmering in their hearts finally had an opportunity to express them. These people were willing to wait for a long time, hoping that the Night Guards would record the absurdities of the nobles in the book.
Robbery, killing people, annexing land, condoning evil slaves, experimenting on human bodies, treating civilians as prey, forcing ordinary people and monsters to fight for their lives...
Roger was an eye-opener.
If he hadn't heard with his own ears, or even seen with his own eyes the harm those nobles brought to the commoners, he really could not have imagined that a group of nobles who had no worries about food and drink and had a long time could play so many tricks.
What about the rich and long conscience
In contrast, finding ways to increase taxes, draining the last bit of the labor of the civilians, leading to starvation in the territory, is only a very routine operation.
The only people present were civilians who kept a certain amount of land and kept their bodies free.