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Chapter 139 Dawn of Monrovia

The nobles were all shocked.

They didn't expect this move at all.

Of course, it was normal to not expect it. After all, who would have thought that the mighty orc overlord would be beheaded tonight. (This is the message lag, actually ran away)
The Duke of Villefort said angrily: "Your Majesty! Even Your Majesty cannot act recklessly like this! Those letters must be authenticated by experts!"

Bernal: "Then you have room to maneuver, right?"

He smiled and walked slowly around the Duke of Villefort, like an old farmer picking animals at the mule market.

"No, it won't," he said as he walked, "I won't give you room to maneuver. When Rhett comes back and changed his clothes, I will decide your life and death here today."

"It's the law of the empire!"

"Law!" Bernal shouted, "If you want to mention the laws of the empire, we will mention them. I have specifically checked the code, and the nobles who flee and surrender can be sentenced to death immediately! And now, our war with the orcs is still going on. .Although we killed the overlord, the orc army is still outside the city, so this must be a temporary battle!"

Villefort trembled: "My clerk is resting in the servant's room next door. I want him to come here at once!"

Bernal snapped his fingers: "Mr. Williams, let his clerk come over!"

Williams turned his head and gave his private captain a wink, so the captain turned and left.

After a while, the captain led a middle-aged man wearing glasses in.After seeing the middle-aged man's bald head, a noble lady burst out laughing.

But at this moment, no one paid any attention to Miss's little gaffe.

The clerk was very puzzled and didn't know what happened.He cast a questioning look at the Duke of Villefort, obviously hoping that the Duke could give a little reminder of the current situation.

Just as the Duke was about to speak, Bernal snapped up and said, "Your Excellency, Secretary, is there any rule in the Imperial Code that the death penalty can be imposed on those who run away?"

The clerk pushed his glasses: "Of course. How can you maintain the morale of the army if you don't do this? There are indeed such provisions in the Imperial Code."

The Duke of Villefort glared at him with eyes that killed the clerk.

Noticing the lord's expression, the clerk pushed his glasses again, and said slowly: "Of course, the premise is that there are solid evidences, and these evidences must be certain."

The Duke of Villefort was still glaring at him with eyes that wanted to kill the clerk.

So the balding middle-aged man sighed, and said a little more clearly: "There is conclusive evidence that this is a room for manipulation, my lord."

The Duke of Villefort suddenly realized: "Oh yes! Conclusive evidence is required! If it is just a letter seized by a smuggler from the orc camp, it is not conclusive evidence! Right?"

He said the last sentence to those nobles who were also sweating profusely.Immediately got a response: "Yes!"

"That's it! Those letters must be authenticated by experts!"

Bernal was about to speak, but Rosalie snapped up and said: "Father, I think that the disciple of the greatest planeswalker in Gralia, the supreme wise man who saved the empire, the riddle solver who solved the ancient riddle of the empire, The savior of Kuusania, the cracker of the Hall of Fetal Movement... er, and the nemesis of the Lich!

"I think the Archmage King with these titles can verify the authenticity of these letters!"

Some of the nobles shouted contemptuously: "You are so reluctant to make up the title, and look at how many duplicates there are in the title! We don't recognize his identification!"

Bernal: "I admit it."

As he spoke, he took out the sound transmission stone again: "Brad, make sure the master comes back with you."

Rhett: "No problem. I'll be there with Master, and members of the Salvation Squad."

Bernal said happily: "It seems that there will be an envoy from a foreign country to witness this scene!"

Rosalie reminded: "The foreign envoy is sleeping soundly now. You know, father."

Bernal didn't change his face: "The rescue team is not only envoys from Kuusania. There are also envoys from the elf Sevulin Forest Kingdom and the Mountain Kingdom in the team! There are even envoys from Mistress Drow!"

Anyway, as long as it is a race other than humans, it is an envoy.Now it’s not about waiting for them to save the world.

After Bernard finished speaking, the Duke of Villefort was furious: "Your Majesty! You have thought about it! If you do this, you will rebel!"

At this time, Mr. Williams said: "Rebellion? Just rely on the remaining strength of you nobles? The strength of the Chamber of Commerce has long surpassed you. Although you are still lords in the territory, you can still mobilize conscripts, but it is not enough. That's it.

"The conscripts don't have any omens in autumn. They want to harvest wheat. It's the summer solstice now."

The dukes were silent.

Someone from the dandies asked, "Father, are we going to be beheaded?"

No one answered, including his father.

At this moment, the door opened again.However, it was not the messenger who came in this time, but Archmage Mel.

The archmage said with great joy: "Your Majesty! After watching the master's secret of cracking the tower, and after he cast the spell, I have now mastered the secret of the nine rings! I am now a mage of the nine rings! Tomorrow the orcs will attack, and I will let them nice!"

Bernal looked at Mel: "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you the treatment of the Nine Rings Archmage according to the laws of the empire."

Mel was a little surprised: "That's it? I can kill the orcs!"

Rosalie: "It's over."

Mel: "What's over?"

"According to the tactics arranged by the master," Bernal replied instead of his daughter, "We have just killed the overlord of the orcs. Although the orc army has not retreated, it can be considered that the war is over."

Mel looked at everyone blankly: "It's over? The nine rings I just mastered, don't have a chance to use them?"

Bernal: "Yeah. But I think we might have another civil war to fight."

As he spoke, he looked at Duke Villefort provocatively.

The Duke of Villefort said to Master Mel: "Master! Since you are a mage of the Nine Rings, please judge! Your Majesty found a smuggler and obtained some forged private letters from the orcs, and he wanted to use these forged evidence to punish us!"

Mel: "Orcs don't do such things at all. If you find a private message from an orc, it must be true. You might as well say that it was a smuggler who forged and planted it!"

The Duke of Villefort was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Yes, it is the smugglers who forged and planted the money!"

Mel: "Do you think I'm a fool? That should be written by you, right? Forget it, the master should also come together later, let him authenticate those letters and it's over?"

Villefort said in a fit of anger: "The master also colluded with the dog—His Majesty! Obviously!"

Bernal: "Do you think you call me the dog emperor in private? I don't know? The shadow thieves know everything, but they want to find a balance. After all, the empire is such a shit, there is nothing better than balancing the forces of all parties." It's safe.

"However, Ruide was recommended by the leader of the Shadow Thieves. They have been waiting for the moment when the sky will change."

Bernard paused, and continued: "The empire has accumulated so much that it's hard to get back. It's impossible not to use strong medicine. Now what I want to use is the strong medicine brought to us by the master."

Rosalie asked suspiciously: "This is also his idea? Isn't it? He just wants to complete the exam questions given by his teacher."

Bernal said firmly: "I asked him about the future of the empire. Although he didn't say it clearly, he gave a hint! This is the conclusion the master came to from observing the destiny!"

Anyway, the king is not there, as long as someone needs to endorse and press on him, that's right.

Mel suddenly realized: "The master is the darling of fate, reasonable."

At this moment, the door of the ballroom opened again.

This time it was Rhett, Rhett's team, and the rescue team who came in.

When Wang came in, he sneezed several times in succession.

Wang: "What? Why am I sneezing like this?"

Rosalie smiled and said, "According to Monrovia, this means that someone has read you to pieces."

Wang shrugged.

Rosalie: "Welcome back. Can I give you a hug?"

Wang: "Of course, come!"

He opened his arms.

Rosalie ran a few steps into his arms and gave him a firm hug.

Wang: "Wait a minute, why are you hard? Oh, whalebone. Generally speaking, it is much better than compacted ones."

Rosalie looked puzzled.

But Ruide held up the dimensional bag and walked towards the emperor.

His dimensional bag doesn't look as luxurious as Wang's at all, nor does it have such a strong magical aura. After all, the level difference between the two things is too much.

Bernal: "Don't come over here. And don't show these guys the illicit letter. Pour out the letter, pour it on the ground, and let's see how many there are."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Ruide opened the dimensional bag and turned it over.

So all the private communications in the dimension bag fell to the ground, forming a "hill" on the ground.

Bernard stepped forward and saw the letter with the family coat of arms of the Duke of Villefort printed on the clay seal at a glance.He picked it up and looked at it, then suddenly smiled: "Orcs still use letter openers? These letters were opened properly with a letter opener!"

Wang: "Because the orc overlord is a half-orc, he has lived in the human world for more than ten years and has been a slave in the arena, so he has learned a set of human red tape."

Villefort said angrily: "Lies! How can the slaves in the arena learn the red tape of humans?"

Wang: "How do I know? Anyway, he has learned it. He can even use honorifics, and the common language has no accent at all."

Bernal: "Okay, I will talk about these details later. Master, we are going to do a very important thing now, a thing related to the future of Monrovia. It can even be said that this matter will become a major event in Monrovia. The morning light of subborn."

Wang: "Oh, such an awesome thing? Let's go ahead, anyway, we are not in a hurry to set off today. It is not too late to leave after the orc army collapses tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Duke of Villefort: "Didn't you say that this is the master's will? Dog Emperor!"

Bernard: "Come here, the Duke of Villefort humiliated the emperor face to face, despised the royal family, and gave him fifty lashes according to the law. Now execute it immediately! Williams, do you have someone here?"

Williams: "My Chamber of Commerce offers everything you can think of."

Moments later, Williams's waiter enters the ballroom with whips, victim racks and all.

When he was tied to the rack, the Duke of Villefort made a cry like killing a pig, and when the whipping officially started, the cry changed from killing a pig to throwing a live pig in boiling water to scald.

Accompanied by such background sounds, Bernal began to read the contents of the private message.

"Dear orc overlord, I heard that your army did not carry out the usual looting, which means that your army is a completely different army... Huh, when he flatters the orc overlord, he flatters me Much more professional."

Wang: "He missed an adverbial, 'a completely different army from the past'. The Duke's education level is not high."

Bernal laughed loudly: "Yes! Such a person is actually a duke in Monrovia! Master, tell me, how can you manage Monrovia well when you are with such insects?"

Wang: "Really not."

Bernal put away the letter and handed it to Wang: "Master, I ask you to verify the authenticity of this letter."

Wang: "There is no need for identification. The orc overlord himself said that many nobles had cheated on him. This should be one of them. These letters are all true!"

Bernal waved his hand: "Have you heard that, the master has verified that these letters are all true! Don't flog me anymore! Duke Villefort, death penalty! Deprivation of all titles!"

The death penalty alone is not enough. Even if the Duke himself is executed without deprivation of the title, his heirs will inherit it.

Therefore, the title must be deprived before the death penalty, so that it cannot be inherited by the heir.

The royal clerk was ready a long time ago, and directly completed the deprivation of the title, and let the soldiers bring it to the duke who had just been unwound from the whipping rack.

Villefort shouted: "I will not press my fingerprints!"

The private soldiers of the chamber of commerce were not polite either, and directly punched the Duke's nose, then pressed the back of the Duke's head, and slapped his head on the paperwork.

The nosebleed mark is also a mark, and it can be confirmed by magic that this is the blood of the Duke of Villefort.

The royal clerk took a look at the document and shouted: "Valid!"

Then the private soldiers of the Chamber of Commerce escorted the muddy Duke to the center of the ballroom, crossed his spears around his neck.

The third private soldier swung the ax with which he had broken the door, and the head of the Duke of Villefort fell to the ground.

Bernard watched this scene with satisfaction, handed Villefort's private letter to the secretary next to him for filing, and at the same time ordered: "Where is his son? Let's kill him together."

Ten seconds later, Prince Villefort's head rolled to the ground.

Bernal: "The same goes for my daughter."

When there was no one with the surname Villefort in the ballroom, the Emperor picked up the next letter.

The horrific execution continued until midnight. Except for two dukes at the top of the empire, all the other dukes died that night.

People say that the setting sun is like blood, but in fact, the rising sun can also be the same color as blood.

The history books of later generations will record this moment like this: the appearance of the dawn heralds the rebirth of this ancient and decadent country, and the history of Monrovia has turned a new page.

　Come to station B 853515 to supervise and collect materials
　　
　
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