Unlike the fiefdom provinces, in the central provinces, if a lord falls and there are no descendants to inherit, the fiefdom is to be taken back by the empire.

Soren was well aware of this, so he secretly instigated this rebellion.

Back then, Earl Stuart had manipulated things for a long time to get rid of the Queen's family and then have his son-in-law appointed as the lord here.

At that time, the empire did not know that there was a huge iron mine here.

Now, Soren wants to bring this treasure land back under his control.

Seeing the menacing Royal Guard Knights, their shining armor dazzling in the sunlight, their orderly ranks and majestic aura were terrifying.

Old Sam was so frightened that his legs went weak, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he immediately found Jartol.

Jartol said indifferently, "Open the city and surrender directly, just do as I told you."

In the past two days, he had already arranged everything, doubling the number of unclaimed corpses in the mass burial ground behind the mine, and had people spread rumors in the mountain city about Baron Pafford's atrocities, which led to the current riot.

This series of careful plans was to pave the way for His Highness the Crown Prince to take over the mine.

As for Baron Pafford, he had been dealt with cleanly, and not a single living creature was left alive in the castle.

This cruel scene was not Jartol's doing, but the crazy actions of the bloodthirsty miners driven by anger.

The fire of anger in their hearts burned endlessly, as if they wanted to completely destroy everything related to Baron Pafford.

Old Sam was relieved and hurriedly ran to prepare for opening the city and surrendering.

Jartol looked at his back, his heart filled with complex emotions, and then led his men to secretly leave the mountain city.

Soren came to the mountain city with his men and encountered no resistance at all. The Royal Guard Knights acted quickly and efficiently, dividing into three teams to occupy the mining area, control the mountain city, and take control of the lord's castle in an orderly manner.

Old Sam led the miners and their families who participated in the riot, prostrating themselves outside the castle. The dense crowd numbered as many as three thousand people. Their bodies trembled slightly with fear, and they dared not even breathe loudly.

Soren walked around the castle, carefully checking to make sure that no tails were left that could threaten his plan, before coming to the square outside the lord's mansion to meet with these rioting people.

Soren said coldly, "Give me a reason not to kill you?" His voice was cold and piercing, and there was no pity in his eyes, as if the people in front of him were nothing more than ants.

Old Sam quickly said what Jartol had taught him: "Your Excellency! We can't live anymore. In addition to collecting taxes, Baron Pafford also forced us to mine. If we failed to complete the mining task every month, we would be beaten to death."

"There used to be more than a thousand mine slaves, but now there are only five hundred left. There used to be more than two thousand miners, but now there are only a little over a thousand. Your Excellency, we are all free people, not slaves."

Old Sam became more and more excited as he spoke, and the last sentence was almost shouted out with all his might.

"Impudent!" Anka scolded. His face was very ugly, and his eyes were full of majesty.

Soren quickly stopped him, his face gloomy, and said, "Take me to see."

When Soren came to the mass burial ground behind the mine, the scene before him was shocking. There were burnt bones everywhere. Under the sunlight, the pale color was particularly glaring, a vast expanse of white that made people feel an unspeakable anger.

"Good, good, good, Baron Pafford deserves to die!" Soren cursed angrily, condemning him in strong terms, and then had someone send the matter to the imperial capital to prompt the empire to reclaim the territory.

When Earl Stuart arrived at Pafford Mountain City, it was too late. On the way, he had vaguely realized that something was wrong. He might not have thought that the riot was secretly planned by His Highness the Crown Prince, but he was 100% sure that the Crown Prince wanted to seize the mine.

At this moment, facing the fait accompli, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Looking at the territory that had been completely taken over, Earl Stuart found Soren with a cold face.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I still have a grandson alive. According to the imperial law, he should inherit his father's title," Earl Stuart said, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Soren looked at the people kneeling on the ground and said indifferently, "You have killed nobles, a heinous crime. This Crown Prince will consider that you have reached the end of your rope and grant you a special pardon, but the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is inevitable!"

Old Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, just as Jartol had said, and at the same time understood that the young man in front of him was the Crown Prince of the Empire, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The miners who participated in the riot will all be demoted to mine slaves for life, until death!" After Soren finished speaking, he looked at Earl Stuart, his eyes filled with provocation and majesty: "Earl, what did you just say?"

Earl Stuart's face was livid, and his clenched fists trembled slightly as he repeated what he had just said. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire as he stared at Soren.

Soren had long expected this move. This was the norm for the nobles of the central provinces. In order to avoid accidents and the family fiefdom being taken back by the empire, they would mostly place one or two descendants in the homes of powerful relatives for foster care.

Soren said, "Because Baron Pafford levied exorbitant taxes and killed a large number of free people, causing a riot, this Crown Prince has already petitioned to reclaim the barony."

Earl Stuart's face changed, and he said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, isn't doing this against the rules?" His voice raised a few degrees, with obvious dissatisfaction and questioning.

Soren immediately turned gloomy, pulled Earl Stuart to the mass burial ground behind the mountain, pointed to the bones on the ground, and said angrily, "This is the rule you want."

Earl Stuart was also taken aback by the bones in front of him, but what he was worried about was not the deaths of so many people, but that if so many bones were not handled properly, they would be used by necromancers, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Earl Stuart quickly reminded him, "Your Highness, these corpses must be disposed of as soon as possible to avoid the birth of undead monsters." His expression was tense, and his speech was very fast.

After all, his territory was only two days away from here, and that was still the case when he was resting at night and not rushing. But the undead do not know fatigue and can reach his territory in just one day.

But once the bones are cleared, the envoys sent by the imperial capital will have no way to verify and confirm the evidence that Baron Pafford massively killed the free people of the empire.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like