After Becoming The Tyrant

The midsummer of 1433 came amidst the flames of war that had not been completely extinguished and the intensified demonstrations and petitions.

The steward reported to the king that the nobles had dispersed the procession and expelled the bards, and asked him if he would intervene.

"No, no need."

the king answered.

He was flipping through the record file of the last parliament, reading the speech record of each congressman.

On the king's desk was the Wartime Emergency Act, and it was not difficult to understand why most of the nobles refused to sign it.The nobles of Legrand have always regarded the parliament as their sharp weapon to control the king and compete with the royal power. If the king wants to recruit troops outside the military service period, he must obtain the consent of the parliament.For a long time, the nobles have been accustomed to taking the opportunity to force the royal family to make concessions when the king needs an army, and hand over more local autonomy and more privileges to them.

Once the "Wartime Emergency Act" is passed, they will lose the powerful weapon of parliament. On the other hand, the continuous concentration of power in the royal government over the years has been enough to make the feudal lords feel uneasy.They worried that the Wartime Emergency Act would make the royal family's authority grow ever since.

Because of this, most of the nobles behaved extraordinarily tough in this meeting, as if they would never give in.

The previous standstill was a means of their demonstration.

When the petition intensified, the nobles began to drive out the procession.

"What about our tariffs?"

While reading the minutes of the meeting, the king asked the steward.

The answer given by the Chief of Internal Affairs was within the expectations of the king-the tariff should be the most pitiful in the past 30 years.

The impact of the Black Death was too great, and the economic depression was not limited to Legrand, and both sides of the Abyss Strait fell into a deep trough.

If you take a closer look at history, you will often find that behind many continuous wars and conquests, there are hidden shadows of catastrophes.Whether it is floods, droughts or plagues, natural disasters destroy the economic cornerstone of a society and sharpen the contradictions that were originally concealed by prosperity.This sharpness may turn into war at any time.At this time, if the government of the country does not want to end itself, it must find a target to transfer hatred.

In the holy court, it was people called "witches" and "wizards" who acted as the targets of this pressure and hatred.

In Legrand, after the rebellion, the king pushed the nobles to this dilemma.

"I made Legrand a free country, not so that they can point their knives at Legrand's heart at will."

the king said lightly.

He closed the record and looked out the window at the blooming roses.

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Clinging to the old law in front of the king, the nobles who refused to give in began to find that the situation was getting worse.

Even the germs of the Black Death were not as deadly as the public outrage, and by the time they came to their senses, things had looked bad enough that the king had pushed them on the opposite side of the wave.

The story of "Knight Slaying the Dragon" spread more and more widely, and subconsciously, people have subconsciously regarded the rebels who drove the "evil black dragon" to conquest as unjust invaders and shameful allies of rebels.At the beginning, the banner of "persuading the king to correct" played by the director of the Judgment Bureau was forgotten.

As the refugees left Puton County, they also spread the pain and anger of the destruction of their homes.During the destruction of the town, everyone could clearly see that the local nobles, the lords who were obliged to protect the safety of the people in the territory, ignored the rebels and hid in their castles.It was their inactivity that caused towns to be sacked by the notorious Balinel mercenaries and villages to be burned by black dragons flying across the sky.

How glorious and glorious the royal family was in this war, the nobles were compared to how weak and incompetent.

The nobles regarded commoners as untouchable dirt and rejected them like snakes and scorpions.But this time, they had to correct their previous perceptions.

Facing the intensified parade, the nobles had no choice.

Either pinch your nose and bow your head to the king, or you must suppress the sound.

They had always thought that the king was just a young lion, and now they discovered that under the lion's skin there was a wandering poisonous snake.No wonder the king did not punish or persecute them when they stood still.He is waiting to burn them on the fire of public wrath today.

The nobles cursed in private, and the most determined nobles formed a secret alliance.The Holy Court was about to cross the sea, and the director of the Judgment Bureau occupied Herrid County. The king was more anxious than them. As long as they did not provide the king with soldiers, the king would not be able to summon soldiers for a day.

The nobles thought that if the stalemate continued, the king would bow his head earlier than they did.

"He's so crazy."

An old noble from the Hidden Alliance commented so.

"He will surrender."

However, the king's concession he predicted had not yet appeared, and public anger had already erupted.

Anger was first vented in taverns and public places.

Wednesday, first week in June, Yoringshire.

The sheriff led a group of soldiers to kick open a tavern called "Grey Sparrow", dragged out a middle-aged man who was chatting with his companions, and stuffed him into a cage.

"I did not commit a crime!"

Martin, the bewildered blacksmith, shouted.

"Unfortunately, sir, you are charged with viciously and immorally slandering your lord, and eager to conspire with your partners to pose a threat to the lord's personal safety," said the sheriff, reminding the blacksmith, "just three days ago, You are here to commit this horrific crime."

"...that was just a joke!" Martin's eyes widened in astonishment.

Three days ago, after drinking heavily in the tavern, the blacksmith Martin patted the table and began to complain loudly: "...When the director of the Judgment Bureau arrived, Baron Salford, who was in a hurry to join the Pulitani camp, was a wimp who was less promising than a woman , Now Hereford and several other ports are still in a state of occupation. The Baron must take responsibility.... After the Battle of Puton, any dignified nobleman should immediately take up their swords and go to crusade against the enemies who invaded Legrand , instead of fighting against their king, and preventing their king from raising an army to protect his people."

The reason why he was so angry was because his iron shop had been swept away by Bahrain mercenaries before.But their lord hosted a banquet in the castle for the mercenary leader.

"...give me a shovel and I'll smash the baron's head with it!"

At the end of the drunkenness, the blacksmith made such a bold statement, which was echoed by everyone in the tavern.

"Your guilt has been pronounced by the lord's court, sir."

said the sheriff grimly.

He was stuffed into a wooden cage, and the cage was dragged by horses, rumbling all the way.Every time the cage was jolted, Martin would bump into it.By the time he was dragged to the intersection that was always used for trials, he was already covered in injuries.

Baron Salford, who was behind the prison van, waved his hand, and the blacksmith was dragged out of the cage.

The crowd was crowded, everyone whispered, and many people had a look of unbearable expression on their faces.

The noose was put around the blacksmith's neck.

Seeing that he was about to be hanged and his spine broken, the blacksmith's son pushed through the crowd and rushed out.The burly young man rushed to the rack wielding an axe, swearing at the baron for his cruelty, and hacking at the sling.

"Cut him off too!" The satisfied smile on Baron Salford's face disappeared, he stood up suddenly, and pointed at the blacksmith son who was scolding at him with trembling fingers, "I want to see his head hanging on the road sign under!"

The knight behind the baron pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and did not step forward immediately: "My lord, I think you can confiscate their iron shop. This is more serious than killing them directly. They don't deserve such a happy death."

"Are you disobeying my order?" The baron turned his head, frowning together.

The blacksmith had been let down from the noose by his son, and the soldier who was pulling the rope waved his sword symbolically twice before retreating to the side.

"Catch them, including those two guys." The baron pointed at the soldier who didn't stop the blacksmith's son, "Don't forget who you are loyal to."

"Fuck you bastard." The knight drew out his sword with a clang. He kicked the baron over, and the veins on his forehead popped up. "I've had enough of you idiot!"

"What are you doing?!" The baron was startled and angry, "Are you going to break the knight's oath? You want to do something to your master? The Holy Lord will send you to hell!"

"Going to hell is better than entering the Kingdom of God with a traitor like you!"

The knight spat in his face and stomped on his belly.

"I'm Legrand's knight, and I know what I'm supposed to do! I've had enough of you pig!"

He raised the sword in his hand high, turned his head and looked at the crowd around him: "Gentlemen! I am a knight of Legrand, not a knight of traitors! Are you going to kneel down and lick the boots of such a despicable person?" ?”

"No! No! No!"

The crowd erupted in shouts.

"I am a knight of Legrand, not a knight of traitors! I am loyal to His Majesty the King, not a fool! Get out!" The knight kicked the baron out, "Traitors are not worthy of staying in Jollingshire!"

"Get out! Traitor! Get out of here!"

The blacksmith snatched the ax from his son and swung it hard.

The anger of the crowd gradually rose.

The Sheriff, the Baron, and other respectable fellows ran away, chased by an angry crowd through a long street.

They even stormed the territorial court and set fire to it.

Similar things happened all over Legrand.

The first noble could not hold on anymore.

After hundreds of angry farmers broke into the manor and burned the house, he almost rushed to the palace, crying bitterly to admit his mistakes and express his loyalty to the king.

The second, the third, . . . the secret alliance of nobles quickly disintegrated.

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When the Chief of Internal Affairs conveyed the request to surrender to the nobles, the king was reading the letter from Legrand's First Pathological Research Department.

The head of the Department of Pathological Research, the pharmacist Duna, wrote a series of letters to the king.

——It is worth mentioning that the black dragon that was beheaded by the alchemy knights that day was sent to the lunatic hospital for research almost immediately.

For now, the imposing black dragon seems to be remarkably well preserved.Every piece of dragon scale, every piece of flesh and blood, every bone is coded and numbered.

Yes, it was dissected very crisply and thoroughly.

The witches who have been in the Asylum for some time have been kicked into the ocean of psycho by their neurotic colleagues and seem to be swimming happily.With the help of the witches, they sketched out an extremely detailed dragon body structure at an incredible speed, and gave it to the king as a gift.

Normal people seem to be unable to present the structural diagram of a pile of bones as a gift to their majesty.

However, it seems that a king who can make a group of lunatics loyal to him cannot be regarded as a normal person.

He readily accepted the gift, and incidentally dismissed the doctors' request to study the Alchemy Knight.

Another thing, the military heavy industry department of Hell finally heard the story of "Knight Slaying Dragon" after a while.A group of military designers wrote one letter after another to the king, urging them to also study dragon scales and dragon claws.

It's a good thing scientists are so active and hardworking, but there's only one dragon.

The king thought for a while, and wrote a reply to both parties.

He asked military designers and doctors and witches to work together to study the principle of black dragon breathing fire.See if you can imitate it and make a new weapon.

The author has something to say: King: It is the tradition of dragon slayers to make the best use of the dragon clan.

Dragonbone Castle, Dragonbone Arrowhead, Black Dragon: three consecutive polite qualities.