This time, the situation changed.
After the retelling, four people were led out of the crowd by the guards of the new king.
The nobles could not help but be in an uproar.
"Your Majesty, this..."
"Ah, you guessed it right. The four of them are telling the truth." Roland spread out his hands and said, "Those who are willing to try are qualified to get on the train. In the face of change, the courage to try is the most valuable." Then he looked at the selected nobles and said, "Do it well and don't miss the opportunity."
"Yes, yes... Your Majesty!" The four people were flattered.
"Nonsense," George could not help but roar in his heart. "Courage? Qualifications? Stop joking! " These guys were just Baron on the verge of poverty. Their territory was barren, their output was meager, they were not good at management, and they lacked manpower. This was the true portrayal of them! Of course, there was no reason to be reluctant to part with the land that could not make ends meet. The only reason they kept it was just to cover up their identity. Basically, they would not even receive an invitation to dinner. How could they be the focus of the new king? Or could it be that … these people had long been in cahoots with Roland Wimbledon to play this absurd game?
"Wait..." He suddenly thought of a rumor, a sensational story from King's City.
There were only a few people who personally experienced this story, but it was indeed related to Prince Roland. It was said that after he captured King's City, he held a trial in the Holy Temple of the Twin Towers to judge the crimes of those great nobles. Judging from the aftermath, the nobles who held real power in King's City were almost wiped out, and Timothy was sentenced to death by hanging. So it was not so much a trial, but rather a eradication of dissidents.
However, the process was full of strange colors.
It was said that Roland used a "quiz game" to convict the nobles.
If one of the ten questions was answered incorrectly, he would be sent to prison — and the basis of the arbitration was the legendary mind reading.
At that time, George disdained this theory and thought it was just a rumor made up by the nobles who luckily escaped punishment to cover up their guilt and timidity. The so-called mind reading was just a judgment made by Roland based on his own preferences. Even if Roland did not stay in King's City in the end, he would not give those old ministers of Timothy a chance to make a comeback.
But now, he found that he was a little uncertain.
Could it be … that the rumor was true?
"This is the third sentence. Listen carefully," Edith's voice sounded again. "I don't want to give up my fief and power at all, but in the face of overwhelming power, I don't want to lose my life for them." She gestured to the crowd and said, "Now it's your turn."
The atmosphere in the hall gradually changed.
Earlier, there were still people who did not care and repeated the speech casually. However, when the first batch of nobles received the approval of the new king and left the crowd, a strange feeling rose in everyone's heart.
This time, even their replies were no longer neat.
However, the guards still picked out more nobles this time.
What made George Nery's heart sink was that Earl Delta was also among them.
"What's going on?" Guy quietly moved to his side and asked in a low voice, "Have they all been convinced by the new king?"
Idu secretly counted. A total of 21 people were brought out. Some of them were even standing in his mansion two days ago, discussing how to fight against Roland. Together with the nobles' attendants and servants, the crowd instantly shrank by half.
"No, it's impossible … If Roland contacted so many people, it's impossible that I didn't notice it." He gritted his teeth and said, "They must have been selected at the last minute."
"Then … why didn't they say it?" Baron Leviathan also came over. "Khufu, that guy, was on our side before!"
"Say what?" Idu glared at him fiercely. "Your Majesty, you're wrong. I value my fief more than anything else. I'm willing to sacrifice my life for it. If it were you, would you say it? "
"Uh, I …"
"What an idiot," he thought angrily. The problem was not the people who were selected, but the remaining nobles. Roland Wimbledon could choose the nobles with his eyes closed and then classify the remaining ones as oppressors. But how could he ensure that there were no people on the side of the Lord of Redwater City?
Choosing the wrong ones would only push the remaining forces to the opposite side. This trick was almost meaningless except for alerting the enemy. "Or does he just want to show off his mind-reading ability in front of everyone?"
Idu looked around the hall and once again confirmed that the new king had only brought six guards. Even if the new king reduced the number of people to one or two and wanted to make an example out of them, as long as they made a scene in public, the six guards would not necessarily be able to suppress them.
At least, he and the Earl of Tririver would not sit idly by.
"It's not an embarrassing answer to obey power." Roland smiled at the second group of nobles. "Since ancient times, power has always been the basis for determining the hierarchy of human beings. The importance of sizing up the situation is no less than that of courage. Your ancestors were able to occupy a place in Graycastle and pass on their bloodlines instead of being obliterated in the long river of history. This in itself is a proof of power. I'm very happy that you can inherit this. In addition, I also promise that you will not be treated differently from the first group of nobles. As long as you remember today's answer, if you encounter similar problems in the future, think about the power I have. "
Then he looked at the Pearl of the Northern Region and said, "Read the next sentence."
Edith nodded and said, "The fourth sentence, I don't want to give up on either side, nor do I know which one to choose."
This statement was very short, but only five or six of the remaining nobles spoke. Most of them chose to remain silent because they had realized that they were being divided.
Among those who repeated the story, the guard only picked out three of them.
"Ahem, Your Majesty, we believe that you can see through people's minds. Let's stop here."
"Yes, after all, this is a welcome banquet. You see..." Earl Delta and the Earl of Tririver tried to dissuade Roland.
"There are fewer neutrals than I thought," Roland said as if he hadn't heard anything. "Wavering and hesitating isn't a good quality, especially in the midst of the ever-changing tide of change. But you belong to the category that can be reformed. Stay here for a while. Maybe you'll change your mind after a quarter of an hour. "
He paused and looked at the remaining nobles. "Next is the last sentence. But I think you should have guessed its content, or rather, your thoughts. In this case, I'll say it myself... "
"In any case, I'm not willing to give up my fief and power. For this, I'm willing to take risks. As long as I can overthrow the king, my family and wealth will live forever!"
At that moment, the bonfire seemed to move without wind.
No one in the hall spoke, and the air seemed to freeze.
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer. As I said before, this is not a suggestion, but an order." Roland said slowly, "Those who don't repeat are not qualified to go with me. Your path ends here."
"What do you mean?" George's face darkened. "There's no evidence, no trial, and only one sentence. Do you want to convict us?"
There were still 27 nobles left, which was far more than he had expected. According to their titles, each of them had two to four attendants, which added up to more than 60 people, including many Reserve Knight. What good would it do for the new king to force them to this point?
Wasn't he afraid of getting himself into trouble?
"Your Majesty, if it's a joke, it's enough." Guye still put on a kind face and calmly advised, "The last sentence is too serious. We can't bear it. How can you be sure that everyone thinks that way? At least I'll never betray the Wimbledon family. "
"Yes... I'm wronged. I've never thought that way!"
"Your Majesty, please investigate!"
The nobles shouted.
"You know what? The more you talk, the more you can distinguish truth from falsehood. "Roland remained unmoved and took a crystal glass from Edith's hand." If you have anything to say, save it for Shovel and Ores. "
"Ores?"
"Yes, you'll be sent to the North Slope Mine for 20 years for the crime of rebellion. After all, you're still plotting in your mind and haven't put it into practice yet." The new king's tone was mixed with a sense of danger. "But... if you resist, the rebellion will become a real action, and the mine will no longer tolerate you. Only death awaits all of you. "
At this point, he finished the wine in his glass in one gulp and casually threw the glass away.
The glass arced through the air and fell at George's feet, breaking into pieces with a crash.
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