Release that Witch

"Hey, squat, I don't quite understand." Marquis Wick wiped the sweat from his forehead. "What do you mean by obsolete?"

“Gallows, mine labor, fines, and deportation,” the prince said lightly. “The rules of the game are in line with the royal law and are very fair.”

"No, I have worked for your father, you can't -"

"I am your Majesty the King now, so of course," he interrupted. "Don't panic, if the ten questions are passed, you can get promotion and rewards. It's interesting to win or lose, right?"

"I can't accept it," Sir Paola shook his head. "It's too playful! The punishment you said must be decided by the trial court. Your Majesty, I feel a little uncomfortable, please let me go first."

He turned and wanted to leave the hall, only to find that the door had been closed. The two soldiers stood facelessly at the exit, meaning that there was no retreat.

"I am not asking for your opinion, Mr. Paola," Roland said. "If you insist on going, the way to eliminate it is to add one more," he made a shot gesture, "being killed."

The nobles opened their eyes and involuntarily retreated two steps, while the soldiers on both sides raised their guns and watched the movements of the group with vigilance.

"So now, the game begins." Roland stood up and took a clapping. "The first question, forcing refugees everywhere, forcing them to attack the West. Are you involved? Let's start with you, Prime Minister." Mr."

"..." The Marquis of Wick was silent for a moment. "I did follow the will of Tefco and recruited refugees from the east and south, but I didn't know the second half of what you said."

Roland felt the right shoulder being gently rubbed.

"Unfortunately, I told you that there is only one chance," he waved his hand. "Put him down, there is a prison under the hall."

"Your Majesty, what I said is true-"

"But you and I all know that even this sentence is a lie," Roland ignored the complaint of the Prime Minister and watched him being dragged down the hall. He slowly said, "If you are a little smarter, don't choose." Lying, that's no good for you - I can tell lies."

Everyone stayed in the same place, no one dared to speak for a moment.

"If no one takes the initiative to answer, then I will name it," he did not carefully look to the Minister of Justice. "Mr. Paola, what about you?"

......

As Roland thought, this is a trial.

He had to solve the aristocrats here with great knives, and he had the energy to deal with the things south of the Dragon. He himself could not stay here for too long, and eventually he had to be managed by the talents of the City Hall to manage the affairs of the city – taking over the resistance of the city, one from the local nobility and the other from the Black Street gang.

Limited by the limited input power, he can't do it as thoroughly as the long song fortress, so it still needs some cooperation with the traditional forces. The purpose of this trial was to quickly eradicate the nobility who had colluded with Tiffco and had a big crime, leaving a small background with a clean background as a partner to maintain the basic operation of the city. As for the black street, you can hand it over to Tassa to coordinate order.

After all, the purpose of his decision to launch the spring offensive was to worry that Tiffco was recruiting people and wasting on meaningless war of attrition. If you overthrow Tiffco and leave, the city will certainly fall into chaos in a short time, then he is no different from the pseudo-king.

After a year of development, Roland's power is not the same as it was originally. Therefore, although it is not intended to make Wangdu a key city to develop, it is not necessary to give it to others as a fortress.

Whether it is the aristocratic class or the church, he is qualified to stand on the table.

"The last question, who do you oppress and persecute the people? The witch is also included."

After nine questions, there are more than 50 nobles in the temple. Now there are only ten people left. This elimination rate is not surprising. Because it can be employed in the city hall, it has been screened by Feifeike. Those who felt that he was not correct, and that Wimbledon III’s death was suspected of being kicked out of the palace, and that seven people had not participated in the plots he had planned, and that they had nothing to do with the church, had already surprised Roland.

"Your Majesty, I am wrong," a nobleman slammed down sweaty. "I ordered a man to beat a civilian. He put the mud on his feet on my trousers. I didn't hold back." ...but it was just a meal and it didn't kill him."

"I... I secretly possessed the daughter of a shop owner, but she seduce me first!"

"The housekeeper told me to go hunting and go to bed with my wife. I didn't pass the court's ruling, but I cut the guy directly... but your majesty, the housekeeper should not count?"

The remaining aristocratic answers made Roland's efforts to be able to stand up to the smile. If it was normal, these things were not crimes at all, and even mistakes were not made. But now, they are obviously panicked, for fear of concealing these problems and being used as a liar, so that they all tilt out.

When the other party finished, Roland cleared his throat. "Nothing else?"

"No," the nobles affirmed.

When he heard a light glance at his right shoulder, he nodded. "Congratulations, you passed the game."

This sentence made the people who answered the answer obviously relieved.

"I said at the beginning that it is interesting to have a prize and a penalty. Rest assured, the promise I made has always been effective, especially when there are so many seats in the city hall. But before that, I was slightly concerned." Roland looked at the two people standing at the end of the crowd—they didn’t say a word more than answering “nothing.” In other words, the two men did not believe that they had violated any of the laws, and the nightingale Confirmed their judgment, "What is your name and any position in the city hall?"

"Alva Taber, Your Majesty." One person replied, "I am responsible for matters related to the astrology."

"Blanc Orlando," the other is a woman, "as a ceremonial officer."

It turns out that this kind of position is probably difficult to do something bad... The two are also the only ones in the nobility of the city hall. Roland sat back on the throne. "You can leave the palace first. When I reorganize the family order, I will inform you again." He paused. "You will soon see, my way of mastering and my father." Tiffco is different, don't forget the reason why you can pass the game... keep it, this game will not be only once."

After the aristocrats retired, Roland also left the hall and walked toward the basement with the nightingale.

It’s time to see my "brother", he thought.