Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the noble circles of the Northwest, a storm is brewing.

Earl Carril's betrayal at a crucial moment not only disgraced his family but also implicated other Northwest nobles, plunging them into unprecedented difficulties.

Alfonso also chose silence at this moment, his eyes flashing, clearly with concerns.

Not far from his sight, sat a figure that everyone feared—Rhine Hallen, the Holy Magic Mentor.

His reputation in the empire was as powerful and awe-inspiring as his magic.

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His presence was like an invisible lock, binding the words and actions of Alfonso and the other nobles.

The scene outside the door was even more shocking; a dozen charred noble corpses lay scattered on the ground, their former noble status a stark contrast to their current tragic situation.

These corpses seemed to be telling of Rhine Hallen's coldness and ruthlessness, also warning the other nobles not to act rashly.

Soren surveyed the conference hall, his gaze deep and sharp. He spoke softly, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty: "I know what you are worried about, but now, you shouldn't be considering those unimportant issues anymore. What you should be considering is how to keep your existing titles."

Soren's words were like a heavy bell, striking the hearts of every noble.

Earl Hoxey, as the leader of the Northwest nobles, now wore a bitter smile on his face.

He shook his head helplessly, clearly feeling helpless about the current predicament.

They had originally planned to have their family's descendants inherit the original Northwest territory through military exploits, but Carril's betrayal had thwarted their plans.

Now, they not only faced the crisis of having their territory stripped away but also had to deal with Soren's relentless pressure.

In this dog-eat-dog world, only the strong can survive.

"Gentlemen, if you want to keep your titles and territories, you must pay the corresponding price. There is no free lunch in this world; if you want to get something, you must give something."

His words were like a key, opening a window in the hearts of the nobles.

The Northwest nobles began to whisper, talking amongst themselves, discussing Soren's proposal.

Earl Hoxey took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Soren, saying: "We understand your meaning, Your Highness Soren. We will hand over the territories we control according to your request." His voice revealed helplessness and compromise, but also a kind of tenacity and determination.

Soren nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. He had successfully grasped the lifeline of these nobles. He stood up, looked around the conference hall, and then slowly said.

"Very good, I hope we can work together to restore the glory of the empire."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause rang out in the conference hall. Although these nobles were unwilling, they also knew that only by cooperating with this Crown Prince could they survive the upcoming purge.

After obtaining the tacit consent and support of most of the Northwest nobles, Soren decisively began his next plan.

He mobilized the imperial army and began to cleanse the minor nobles within Prince Kollen's fiefdom.

These nobles, along with their family members, totaled more than five thousand people. They were once the powerful figures on this land, but at this moment, their fate would undergo a drastic change.

Soren's orders were cold and clear: all the elderly would be hanged, the young people would be reduced to slaves, and the innocent children would be sent to the empire's orphanages.

The orphanage, which seemed like an orphanage, was actually a secret base used by the empire to train death warriors.

The descendants of nobles, due to their bloodline, possessed a higher talent for cultivation than commoners, which also made them an important resource for the empire.

On this day, Soren stood in front of a viscount's castle and witnessed the tragic scene of a family of four being hanged,

as well as the scene of two children, not yet as tall as a cartwheel, being ruthlessly taken away.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he just sighed slightly.

In this game of power, mercy and sympathy are luxuries.

Prince Kollen's rebellion was a gamble for these Northwest nobles.

They either chose to resist or stand with Prince Kollen.

Victory meant glory and the advancement of status;

failure meant everything turned to nothing, becoming dust in history.

As the personal guards carried out the wealth accumulated over a century from this castle, Soren's mood calmed down slightly.

Rewards for merit, punishments for demerit. These traitors were not worthy of his sympathy.

He had a more important responsibility, which was to seek the benefits they deserved for the soldiers who followed him in battle.

In order to encourage the soldiers to fight more bravely, Soren generously promised generous rewards.

After this battle, a viscount territory, five barony territories, and fifteen knight territories would be rewarded.

Although these territories were all divided according to the smallest fief standard, the total area accounted for one-third of the province.

These future territory owners would become Soren's solid base in the Northwest provinces.

Of course, if you want your father to recognize these titles, you naturally have to clean up the original nobles.

In recent years, the number of nobles conferred by the empire has become less and less, and it can even be described as one radish, one hole. It is impossible for Gustav to take out the fief again to confer these meritorious officials.

At most, he would be conferred court titles, honorary titles without fiefdoms.

In order to allow his subordinates to be ennobled, it is natural to clear the pit.

Soren had not forgotten those soldiers who had not been granted titles.

He decided to use the wealth seized to reward them, ensuring that they could also benefit from this battle.

Only a fair system of rewards and punishments can win the soldiers' sincere support and loyalty.

Kollenwalk Main City, the largest city in Prince Kollen's territory and the largest city in the Northwest provinces,

the city has a resident population of over one million.

Outside the Northwest District training ground in the suburbs, Soren looked at the direct line of the Seventh Army Corps and two crossbow cavalry ten thousand teams under his command, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

These people are all his external foundations.

As for the Royal Guard Knights, those were all directly under His Majesty the Emperor, and Soren did not dare to win them over too much, lest it cause the Emperor's dissatisfaction.

Just give them a few noble territories to clean up and let them make a fortune on their own. It all depends on their ability to earn.

Soren joked with a smile: "Soldiers, if you take down Prince Kollen, you will have made great contributions. I, the Crown Prince, would like to thank you here and send you a small gift by the way."