There are still serfs, slaves, and domestic servants in the aristocratic territory. What kind of miserable life do these bottom-level people who have lost even their freedom live, and how much malice they face every day
Roger had already put on his uniform, holding little Joey and ordering someone to boil the ginger syrup, he couldn't help sighing softly.
The empire was swept from north to south. When it arrived in the south, there was a terrible name, and there were too many rubbish that directly surrendered.
They have been decaying for a long time, and they are used to the mentality of being superior. They never think about what kind of harm their actions will bring to the people.
There is only endless extortion and repression to satisfy his ever-expanding desires.
The nobles and their children and family members who were executed on the spot did not know how many they had killed.
The Nightguard is still active within the Alliance of Free Principalities, capturing those petty nobles who try to escape and escorting them to Fergus City.
At the same time, more residents heard the news and entered Fergus City overnight to report their suffering.
After a group of nobles were killed, new ones were sent.
The sins stated were horrifying at first, and then Roger and the Nightguard were both numb and deeply unworthy of the world.
Under the splendor and greatness of the Qingteng Empire, it really hides too much ugliness.
No wonder the Eternal Night Queen's determination to expel these nobles is stronger than that of a modern man like Roger.
I just didn't know enough about these people before, but now that I know them, Roger beat them all to death.
According to the faction of this world, lawful evil is the absolute mainstream among these nobles, while chaotic evil is the one who can play a bit more.
There are very few who want to find a neutral camp.
Not to mention all the villains, but now these nobles are pulled out, and every two of them are beheaded, and there is absolutely no wrongful conviction.
The enthusiasm of the civilians to report has never been higher, but the Night Guard is not iron, and can only take turns to record their grievances.
Of course, at this level, this record is only a form. The demon who should be convicted has long been sent to hell, and there are only a few nobles who are conscientiously managing their own territory.
Roger couldn't hold it anymore, so he went back to the temporary tent to get some rest, at least to find something to eat.
It's just that no one has been arranged to do it, and a scent attracts him.
A small foot wrapped in white silk gently kicked his calf, Roger turned around and saw the source, and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty?"
It was the Queen of Evernight who set up a table of fried food, skewers, and a barrel of beer, sat lazily in the corner of the tent, and looked at him with a smile.
She seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, admiring Roger's dazed appearance, and kicked off a round stool: "Sit down."
Roger sat down in a bit of confusion. He was busy all day and didn't care about eating. He really couldn't refuse the aroma of the food.
The royal chef of Fengling Moon Shadow Palace is more disliked by him than the one in Fergus City.
What's more, he was really hungry.
The Queen of Eternal Night wore a pink dress that was not so red today, which greatly eliminated the domineering and oppression of the prosperous face.
And because of the decoration of this barbecue roadside stall, it feels a little more casual, and has a sense of an intellectual big sister.
"Why is Your Majesty here again?" Roger still asked worriedly, fearing that he might have a new mission.
The queen's eyes flashed naughty, and she said softly and weakly: "Just, I suddenly want to eat supper, just turn over someone to eat and chat together. Why, the commander does not want to?"
Roger knew she was acting, but he didn't dare to take it casually.
Your Majesty, you can go wherever you want, do you need my approval
Can I stop you if I don't approve it
He simply pretended to be extremely hungry: "Since Your Majesty said to eat together, then you are welcome!"
He grabbed a handful of skewers, poured himself another beer, and feasted.
The fried food and barbecue with various styles, whether it was just delivered directly from the pan, or the Queen of Eternal Night used magical means to keep it fresh, it is always the best temperature and taste.
Paired with a fine wine that is many times better than the inferior ale in the bar in the dock area, smelling the blood wafting outside is an unexpectedly pleasant enjoyment.
The Queen of Eternal Night eats much more elegantly than him today, slowly biting some vegetables, seeing him eating deliciously, the corners of her mouth unconsciously reveal a knowing smile that she doesn't quite understand.
This is probably his preparation, the old mother's smile that the silly son is quite satisfied
Actually not.
Just seeing someone you like is happy makes you feel happy too.
She slowly picked up the food she was interested in and tasted it, while Roger was in the midst of the storm, and quickly finished a glass of wine.
The queen took the initiative to pour him another glass, seemingly unintentionally: "In the first few years, I liked to drink when there were a lot of people killed."
Roger's hand stagnated, and he suddenly felt a sense of social death as he broke into the mall without clothes on.
Indeed, he was drinking much faster than usual tonight, escaping from the crowded scenes.
Death and bloodshed, for someone like him who was born in a peaceful age, are, after all, a strong stimulus that is hard to get used to.
And he ordered those nobles to be cut down.
Doing a lot of tails to the mice will also bring psychological pressure, not to mention their own kind.
Even if the nobles deserved what they deserved, he raised his glass subconsciously, thinking about reaching that slightly drunken state, and perhaps those bloody fragments would not flash back in front of him.
As a result, this little thought, which he was reluctant to admit in his heart, was suddenly precisely broken by the Queen of Evernight. He was inevitably shy, and wanted to die.
As a result, a hand suddenly touched the top of his head, and the Queen of Eternal Night said with some guilt: "It is I who put all the pressure on you. If you really don't like these finishing tasks, just leave it to the deputy to do it."
The hand that can control the sky fire and thunder and lightning is unexpectedly soft and warm, and it is not disgusting to stroke his dusty hair, and even rub it a few times.
But this action was not comforting, but instead made the machismo in Roger's body suddenly swell.
When he wants to come, the Queen of Evernight is telling a child that you have done a great job, don't force yourself.
Combined with the previous "Little Roger", you can form a children's paradise package...
This made him quite unconvinced, and subconsciously retorted: "When Your Majesty fought the Great Patriotic War, he was younger than the minister."
The implication is that I am not a child. If you were able to handle this difficulty back then, I would naturally be able to do it, and I will never escape.
The Queen of Eternal Night was stunned when she heard the words, and then smiled: "Because I was young at that time, I was impressed. At this time, I didn't want the helplessness of being forced to grow up to appear on more people."
Roger said firmly: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, since this minister is in charge of the Night Guard, he will faithfully perform his duties and kill a few people, no matter what!"
The Queen of Eternal Night looked at Roger's brave and serious look, and sighed softly: "You have grown up a lot."
Man is such a contradictory creature.
I used to watch a salted fish hate that iron is not steel, and hope that he can find his own heroic path, become active and strong, and grow rapidly.
Now, seeing that he is really walking on the road of heroic and fearless, and falling into darkness in order to find light, she feels distressed again.
If he can, he will always be a child who doesn't know any worries, doesn't know what to do, and spends his time doing nothing.
Roger's compliment finally came to his ears.
I am an adult, of course I will grow up, and have various perfect functions. It is always very depressing to be treated as a child.
It's a pity that Roger's mental strength has not fully recovered at this moment.
Although he has active meditation recovery, his meditation skills are not proficient, the recovery speed is extremely limited, and now it has not reached the minimum threshold for regional broadcasting.
If the Queen of Eternal Night knew from her heart that Roger was brooding about the name "Little Roger", she could easily find a way to resolve his knot, play some adult games, and naturally increase the possibility of confession incidents.
Again, unfortunately, there is no if in the world.
Roger's stomach was padded, he ate slowly, and asked, "Your Majesty, how many nobles can I judge this time?"
He was asking about the scale of the play.
Although he has already entered the play, after all, he must focus on the overall situation of the empire, deter the nobles and enhance the confidence of the common people in the empire, and then he can stop after completing these two strategic goals.
The Queen of Eternal Night replied casually: "As you wish."
Roger couldn't help being stunned. Is it an open-ended question again? Is there any subtext
Seeing his expression, the Queen of Evernight knew that he was thinking too much. She turned the sign in her hand and tapped him on the head with the side that was not stained with oil.
"Don't think so much, don't worry so much. Since I set up the Night Guard, I'm not playing a family. If these scumbags are unforgivable, it's okay to kill them all. I won't give you any indicators." The Queen of Evernight smiled proudly, "The most important thing in this great empire is ambitious people."
"Your Majesty, it is a blessing for the Empire to have you."
Roger couldn't help raising his glass and drank it all in one go.
In theory, the Queen of Eternal Night is the largest noble in the empire.
But she transcends the limitations of class, can think from a higher and farther position, and dares to take an unprecedented critical step to give herself unlimited support.
This is the trust that any courtier dreams of in any era.
As the saying goes, if there is no desire, then you will be rigid. In the past, Roger just wanted to lie down. No matter how many awards the Queen of Eternal Night gave, it was just a thank you and would not be moved.
But at this moment, he looked at those numb people, and really wanted to get rid of the evils accumulated in this world for thousands of years, so that the people at the bottom would also understand that they were not ants.
Instead, it should be self-respect and self-love, and enjoy the beautiful "people" in this world.
There is nothing noble in blood, labor and knowledge are the real evaluation criteria for a person to surpass his peers.
But Roger knew he was not yet capable of implementing such a philosophy in the Empire.
Unless, the Queen of Eternal Night supports, unconditional support.
He thought he had to make a bigger contribution to get such an opportunity.
But I didn't expect that now I have the right to judge all guilty nobles without a limit