It was a wonderful feeling.
Edith took a deep breath and savored the smell of blood in the air.
She also felt the fear spreading in everyone's heart.
The encirclement was shrinking rapidly. The so-called resistance only lasted for a short time before it was broken by the unstoppable attack of the God's Punishment Witches. In the eyes of these Taquila survivors, the superior nobles were no different from ordinary people. As long as they had no ability, they were all ordinary people. They would not hesitate to attack.
However, they weren't killing for themselves at the moment. Instead, they were being instructed by another mortal. She was also confident that under the influence of that common person, these God's Punishment Witches would also follow her orders.
Even if she was just a common person like the common person.
This was the charm of power.
Through the connection and negotiation between people, interests, goals, desires, and desires were mixed together to form a strange order. Through it, even a common person could control a power far greater than their own.
"Your Majesty, the screening is finished." When the last person fell, "No. 76" Phyllis dropped her sword, which was full of cracks, and turned to report to Roland.
More than 60 corpses were lying in a mess. The blood that flowed out condensed into dark red lumps, which looked like hot wax in the light of the bonfire.
All the nobles who were still alive looked pale and did not dare to make a sound, for fear that they would become the next corpse. As for the three "wavers", they had already collapsed on the ground, trembling.
If she asked the same question again, even without Nightingale, she knew how they would answer.
With fear, loyalty would be guaranteed.
Of course, none of the nobles who were eliminated were innocent. During the first half of the banquet, Isabella had erased all the God's Stones of Retaliation they wore. With Nightingale's ability to detect lies, it was not a problem for her to say that she had read minds.
Their biggest mistake was to overestimate themselves.
The great nobles who ruled a territory and controlled the life and death of thousands of people were still vulnerable in the face of a higher level of power. After this war, half of the fiefs around Redwater would be swept away. In comparison, her risky scheme against the two big families in the City of Evernight was not worth mentioning.
Fortunately, the plan had finally achieved the effect perfectly. His Majesty had given her enough trust. From the witches to the Taquila survivors, every step was performed according to her arrangement. Even the five questions and answers were approved without changing a word.
The only interlude was the glass that was thrown at the end.
She did not know why His Majesty had to use the wine cup as a signal to attack. According to common sense, this step was purely superfluous. The movement of throwing the cup was difficult to be seen by all the guards at the same time, and the sound of it breaking was easy to cover up. Moreover, he had to prepare wine in advance, which was really puzzling. But from the effect of doing it, it unexpectedly added a sense of mystery to him. Together with the theory of mind reading, it made the deterrent effect go up another level.
This was probably the level that only kings could comprehend.
Edith suppressed her excitement and licked her lips.
It was indeed the right choice to work for Roland Wimbledon.
Thinking of this, she could not help but look at the King, hoping to share this happiness with him. However, she found that the anticipation on the King's face had disappeared without a trace, and there was even a vague sense of rejection and boredom in his eyes.
"Is there another banquet hall in the villa?" Roland asked in a low voice.
"It's, it's right next door," Earl Delta gulped.
"Let everyone go there. I have something to say." He nodded. "As for these rebels, ask your men to count them and make a list for me. I want them tonight."
"Yes... yes, Your Majesty!"
"And open all the doors and windows. Dispose of the bodies as soon as possible. The smell of rust is really disgusting."
"I'll send someone to do it right now!"
The Pearl of the Northern Region suddenly realized that His Majesty was not looking forward to this killing. He was looking forward to the departure of these nobles and leaving a Redwater City under the control of City hall. For bystanders, the deterrent effect of escorting the mine was obviously not as effective as a pile of corpses. But as far as killing itself was concerned, he did not like it very much. Even the smell of blood in the hall made him feel disgusted.
The joy she felt earlier immediately dissipated a lot. After realizing this, Edith hesitated a little …
Wasn't the plan he had laid out a little too much?
Maybe it would be better to kill half of them on the spot and drag the rest out?
After all, if the preference shown was too different from that of the superior, it was easy to arouse their resentment. In that case, her road to power would be much more difficult.
After everyone moved to the next hall, Roland finally relaxed his knitted brows. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Don't worry, everyone. Only the rebels will be severely punished. Now that the rebellion has been quelled, the most urgent task is to restore the order in Redwater City, and we still need your help and cooperation."
"Please give us your orders, Your Majesty!"
The nobles all knelt down and said.
Roland nodded with satisfaction. "Get up. This is the first task I'll give you. After the fief is returned to the king, the original boundaries will be meaningless. I need you to gather in Redwater City — not only the mansions, but also the freedmen, serfs, and domestic animals in the fief. "
"But... Your Majesty, if you move all the people in the surrounding area here, Redwater City will not have enough food to feed them." Earl Delta bit the bullet and said, "Even if you arrange all these people to work in the fields, there is not enough farmland nearby to cultivate. If you forcibly drive them away, I'm afraid it will cause famine and riots... "
"First of all, this year you will plant a kind of wheat called 'Golden Two', which has a yield close to ten times that of ordinary wheat. Secondly, the people who can't live in the fief can be moved to the Western Region. No matter how many there are, I will take them in. "
Gasps could be heard from the audience.
"Ten, ten times?"
"Does such wheat really exist?"
"But our subjects..."
"After you take back the fief, those people will naturally not be your subjects anymore. They can decide whether to stay or go." Roland interrupted. "Before, the land utilization rate was too low, and the population was scattered. There were only a few thousand people in an autonomous territory of tens of thousands of acres, which was extremely inconvenient for the implementation of the policy. Therefore, it is necessary to shrink the city as the center. I know you're confused about the revolution, but it's exactly because of the reorganization that Neverwinter has become so prosperous today. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it. There will be people who will teach you how to benefit from the reform. "
"Teach... us?" Earl Delta was stunned.
"That's right, a City Hall official personally trained by Neverwinter. They will form a management department to replace the former lords and govern the various areas for me. You can choose to join it and gain power and status, but your income will be greatly limited. You can also find opportunities to become a part of the large-scale production. There is no upper limit to the wealth you can get, but you can't interfere with the government's orders. Instead, you have to obey it and complete every task assigned by the City hall. " Roland said slowly. "Don't worry. Tomorrow, the core management system will be established. You can learn about it in detail before making a decision. But remember, no matter which direction you choose, your achievements will far exceed the value of a fief."
An hour later, the nobles slowly dispersed.
Roland heaved a sigh of relief. "So, Redwater City is under control."
"Next, there are Silver City and the old king's city. But the latter has been cleaned up and only needs to be managed by simple arrangements," Edith replied.
"I don't know how the other road is going." He looked out of the window. At this time, the moon had already risen in the sky, and the quiet lake seemed to be glowing with a silver light. "If there is no accident, Iron Axe should be able to arrive at Valencia tomorrow."
"Uh... probably." Edith's heart skipped a beat. She thought of the conversation she had with Iron Axe before she set off and Roland's expression today. She suddenly felt a little uncertain.
"I hope everything goes well." Roland shrugged. "You go back to the General Staff. You have a lot of work to do tonight."
According to the plan, after getting the list of rebels, the First Army would split up that night and clear out their territory as quickly as possible. This was why the army was stationed outside the city.
"Yes..." Edith said absent-mindedly. "I'll take my leave."
"By the way," Roland stopped her when she walked to the door of the hall. "What a wonderful plan. Well done."
"Well done?"
"Is that so? His Majesty doesn't mind what I've done? "
At that moment, the Pearl of the Northern Region felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
"So that's how it is." She suddenly understood her direction on the road to power. Since His Majesty didn't want to get involved in these plans and tricks, she would be the one to carry them out.
And this was exactly what she was good at.
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