Realm of Power

The villa of the Douai family

On the narrow street in front of the door, a group of nobles in gorgeous clothes were lying in darkness.

These are the nouveau riche of Cresto,

They were either vassals of the original wealthy families in Kyoto, or leaders of underground forces.

They once fought for a piece of territory, and they once worked together to deal with the Douai family of Cresto in order to obtain the monopoly on food.

The world is always full of two sides

The Great Fire of Cresdo caused numerous casualties among the wealthy families, and also allowed these vassals who once took care of business on behalf of the wealthy families to become new nobles.

Some of them are nobles, some are businessmen, some are underground forces, and there are even knights. In this out-of-control city,

In order to gain control of Cresto, they fought against each other in this chaotic city.

It wasn't until this morning, when they were cheering for the victory that they were about to gain control of the Douai family, that they discovered in panic that the entire Cresdo was already under full control of the black-armored Samor army.

Countless murderous soldiers were roaming the streets outside the mansion, extending from the central block to every corner outside the city.

"What's going on! Why is there a Samor army?" This sudden change of situation undoubtedly made these Baron Atao, who dreamed of becoming a new wealthy family, panic.

He wanted to resist, but he didn't dare. Because he was not feeling well, he did not go to the celebration this time.

"Damn it!" Attao cursed in a low voice, sticking his butt out without any etiquette, lying on the ground and looking out from the crack in the door with his little eyes.

While secretly speculating on his own fate, he looked at the exquisite armor and standard equipment of the soldiers outside the door.

The more he looked, the more chilled he became. This was definitely Samor's regular army!

Baron Atao once served as a squadron leader of the Kyoto Army, and he still knows the difference between local troops and regular troops.

The solemn murderous look of the soldiers outside and the neat patrol formation were completely different from the local squadron previously stationed in the city, but this also made Atao feel a little confused.

It is said that the main force of the Samorian army stationed near Cresdo had been transferred to the northern front in early June. So what happened to these Samorian troops that suddenly appeared?

Just when Atao was confused, a fast horse galloped over. The Samor messenger on the horse handed the order book in his hand to a group of soldiers standing outside the door.

"You want to escort them all to South Street? This is really troublesome! I thought we could just do it!" The infantry captain who received the order frowned.

"Okay, that's the case! We don't need to be too gentle!" Captain Samor infantry waved to the dozen soldiers behind him and shouted, "Come over here! Use the equipped battering ram to chisel the wall for me." Come on! I’m not in the habit of knocking on nobles’ doors.”

Heavy footsteps sounded quickly from outside the door

"Oh my God!" Atao, who was still peeping through the crack in the door, was frightened by the sight in front of him. He rolled and crawled back.

Because he saw several strong Samor soldiers rushing towards his outer wall holding a three-meter-long battering ram covered with steel points.

"Pa" rubble flew, and a large piece of the wall engraved with gorgeous reliefs suddenly collapsed.

"Ah" the flying stones knocked Baron Attao to the ground, and he just groaned in pain.

"Baron Attao?" A heavy foot stepped on him, making him unable to breathe.

The infantry captain Samor held the portrait in his hand and looked at Baron Atao who was pressed under the rubble at his feet. "Haha! This painting doesn't look like it at all!" the infantry captain grinned.

"A few of you guys can help and dig this guy out." After confirming that he was the person in the portrait, he waved to the soldiers behind him and shouted, "According to the Grand Duke's order, this guy must be escorted to South Street."

"Ah?" Baron Atao felt that all the bones in his body were aching. Several soldiers dragged his feet and pulled him out of the rubble.

There are many situations like Baron Atao's in the city, which resulted in the nobles who were escorted to the south courtyard of the city more or less injured.

Is this the southern suburbs residence of the Duai family?

All the nouveau riche who were lucky enough to participate in the conspiracy, when they saw the Samor Guard standing at the door with a white thorn flower engraved on his chest, the only luck in their hearts disappeared.

"White thorn flower!"

A nobleman was so frightened that his body lay limply on the ground and trembled.

"Acker, Ravens, Hetulin... In accordance with the will of the Grand Duke, I will sentence you to death for rebellion!" A Samorian guard officer looked after them with an indifferent expression and took out a bag from his chest. Zhang Wencong pointed at several of the notorious nobles,

More than a dozen murderous guards quickly dragged out the nobles whose names were read out like dead dogs. "Wow!" All the nouveau riche lying on the ground turned pale with fright.

When faced with real power, these upstarts who used to think they could dominate the world with one hand suddenly discovered that

The so-called courage and arrogance disappeared like running water in front of the most powerful man in the kingdom.

The so-called conspiracy to seize power is a joke.

In the eyes of Samor Falcon, they are just a group of ants fighting against each other.

Just the roar caused by flying by is enough to put them into a situation of no return!

Everyone knows why the Samor army suddenly appeared here. Thinking of the screams of those unlucky guys just now,

Let the new rich feel that their lives are like a leaf in the wind, which will be chopped into pieces at any time by the sharp Samor sword.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but what shone on them was a majestic coldness. The black armor around them seemed to be able to cover up the light.

They were kneeling like this, no one dared to stand up

In the afternoon, Fatty met these newly rich people who had been kneeling all day in the living room of the other courtyard.

This is the fat man's punishment for these upstarts. Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be spared!

Hundreds of embarrassed newcomers knelt in the already small courtyard. The fat man paced back and forth in the hall, and finally stopped and glanced at everyone in front of him with his sharp eyes.

He snorted from the corner of his mouth and said in a loud voice

"You should thank someone! If he hadn't begged for mercy! Most of you would not have the opportunity to bear my scolding here now, but would use your blood and heads to make up for your mistakes!"

"Pah!" The fat man threw the final list in his hand in front of the upstarts with a sharp tone!

These are the minds of the biggest forces among the new rich. Fatty believes that since he has let these people go, he must also let them know that letting them go does not mean forgiveness! Otherwise it will only make these guys more and more emboldened.

"Ah" the two nobles at the front thought that what the fat man dropped was a letter of execution. They were so frightened that they almost peed their pants. After seeing clearly that it was a list full of names, they picked it up tremblingly.

After just two glances, the upstart leader was already dumbfounded. The densely packed names contained the entire force of Cresdo. Thinking that he had just escaped a bloody disaster, the upstart leader felt his whole body... Chill

The fat man seemed to be prepared for the nobleman's gaffe, and said in a solemn tone.

“This has all of your names on it!

Originally, you should have been executed like those scum just now, your property would have been confiscated, and your family would have been expelled.

However, last night, Deacon Si Duhan of Cresto, "The fat man paused for a moment, and said with emphasis, "I deliberately crossed out your names from this!" He saved you and the whole of Cresto, otherwise, the blood flowing on the earth today would not be the blood of a few people, but thousands of people."

"This is the first and last time. For Si Duhan's sake, I believe in you again.

But I never believe in a risk-free promise. One year, and I will give you another year. If I am still in such a bad state next time I come to Cresdo,

No matter who pleads for mercy, I will never let you people go! Your lives and your families will be buried together for this city!

The fat man's cold tone made all the nouveau riche shudder, and the murderous intention contained in it was as chilling as the sweeping cold wind.

After the fat man finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving behind the trembling nobleman Cresto lying on the ground and Si Duhan who had not yet recovered.

"It turns out that my lord has already calculated everything!" Si Duhan looked at the fat man's disappearing figure and felt a rare sense of relief.

"Lord Judiciary!" The upstarts looked at Si Duhan with grateful eyes, which made Si Duhan feel a little panicked. He quickly walked over and helped these future pillars of Cresto up.

"Sir!" A Samorian guard in black armor walked out of the inner hall with a volume of documents and waved to Si Duhan, who was surrounded by the new rich. "This is the title given to you by the Grand Duke to serve as the master of Cresto Municipality." "

"A word?" Si Duhan and the new rich were stunned for a moment. Guard Samor looked at the hesitant face below and said loudly.

"The Grand Duke asked me to tell you that if Cresto cannot pay the basic tax of 1 million in one year, he will use the family property of the Lord and you to offset the amount!"

"One million!" Si Duhan and the new rich all took a breath of air, and their expressions became weird and ugly. Fatty Summer really never does business at a loss!

July! The wind blows from the green Zivadin Plain, picking up willow-like spikes of grass and flying into the sky.

The heavy ears of rice on the roadside are swayed from side to side, rolling up layers of golden waves, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

There is plenty of rain this year, and it is destined to be a good year for a bumper harvest.

An endless stream of cargo carriages galloped on the wide commercial road, and countless caravans rushed to the holy land "Zhivadin" with dreams and hopes in their hearts.

A richly decorated silver carriage looked out of place among these caravans. Following the carriage were several knights wearing light mail armor. This could not help but lead the passing merchants to speculate.

Since Zhivadin became the commercial center of the southern continent, with the strong expansion of Samor and the prosperity of commercial trade, most of the nobles in the Samor territory also chose to engage in business.

In the eyes of the disappearing southern aristocracy,

A richly decorated carriage would not give them a greater sense of satisfaction and glory than the current grocery cart loaded with goods.