After Becoming The Tyrant

May 1432, 9, seven o'clock in the morning.

The sun hadn't risen yet, the cold fog was slightly blown by the wind, and the gray Menta towered silently in the fog like a giant.Winter in Legrand comes early, and it is already covered with frost and snow in September.

The old Duke of Buckingham came out of the Men Tower, his pale temples stirred by the breeze.

The old man who had guarded the Legrand Empire for decades was tall and thin, and he was covered in jet black clothes.The two poor young soldiers who were in charge of escorting him, although the old man was not wearing a fine attire, still had the power on his body, they didn't dare put their hands on his shoulders at all.

The Duke of Buckingham straightened his back in front of the tower, looking at the dark sky with his blue eyes.

There were not many people who witnessed the execution. Excluding the guards in full body armor, there were only more than 200 people present.Earl Walter, Lord of Morn Castle, stood at the front of the crowd, and on his left were the ambassadors of the Kingdom of Pullen to Legrand, the ambassadors of the Holy Empire, and the ambassadors of the Blacy Empire to Legrand.The rest are the rest of the big and small nobles with status.

Count Walter admired the impending doom of the great man.Except for a small number of people like the Earl, the rest of the audience turned their heads, unable to bear to watch the tragedy.

The Duke of Buckingham walked calmly up to the high scaffold, and stood before the black tree-stow.After he stood still, he glanced condescendingly at all the people present, stretched out his shackled hands, and pressed down like he did when he was preaching before marching, signaling the audience to be quiet.

As is customary, he began his dying speech.

After briefly entrusting his soul to the Creator, his voice dropped.

"...I ask everyone here to pray for our supreme king, may the Holy Lord bless him with health and longevity..."

He stared intently at the crowd.

Under his sharp gaze, someone in the crowd pushed the waist knife into the sheath little by little.

Everyone bowed their heads and murmured prayers for King Purlan I of Legrand.

Count Walter sneered in his heart.

I'm afraid this old man is old and confused, and he is still praying for his bastard nephew until he dies.

Whether sincere or false, solemn prayers sounded low, and an inexplicable emotion spread in the cold air.

The butler felt more and more restless. He stood behind the earl and whispered that it was better for the execution to begin quickly.

"What could go wrong?"

The count answered nonchalantly.

After the mournful prayers were over, the execution began in earnest.

The executioner poured strong wine over the giant sword, and the surface of the sword was as cold as a mirror.The Duke of Buckingham waved away the guards who were going forward, knelt down in front of the hard wood, bent over with a blank expression, and rested his pale head on the wood.

Count Walter cleared his throat.

"I declare—"

He thought he was majestic.

"stop--"

A sharp voice pierced the cold air.

The sound came from afar, followed by the noise of people and horses.A galloping horse came galloping, and a tall knight in armor held a sword in his hand.The soldiers who had already been ordered put up their shields and drew their swords to try to stop him.The knight mercilessly kicked the soldiers to the ground and cut down several of them.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous!"

Earl Walter's face changed, and he drew out his long sword with a "swipe".

At the same time, he was horrified, who could let the guards of the castle let him in without his consent? !

The knight who cut a hole in the guard did not answer, he threw his long sword, and the executioner on the high platform fell in response.Only then did the knight get off his horse, rein in the rein and stand aside.

Count Walter strode toward the knight in a huff.

Da Da's horse's hooves sounded hurriedly again, not one person came, but two.

The horses who were a little behind rushed forward, kicking up a cloud of snow.And this newly arrived war horse was even more presumptuous, it rushed straight all the way, without any sign of stopping.The surrounding guards didn't even have time to step forward, the war horse rushed in front of the earl, stood up high amidst neighing, and kicked out its front hooves heavily.

The iron hoof kicked the count in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The crowd is noisy.

"I."

An icy voice.

The sun jumped out of the clouds, and the sky suddenly covered all the flawless snow.In the glare of the morning light reflected by the ice and snow, the man on the first horse looked down on the fallen Earl Walter.

The earl's voice was cut in his throat, and he was paralyzed on the ground.

The man on horseback has the same ice blue eyes as the Duke of Buckingham, which is the symbol of the Rose family of the Legrand Empire.The silver-white hair hangs down on the scarlet cloak, and the boy's eyebrows and eyes are shrouded in menacing majesty, as well as frightening fury.The count recognized him, and understood why the guards had let him in without warning.

That was Legrand's king.

Purlin I.

...............

"Roger de Walter."

The young king in a red cloak slowly pronounced the name of the owner of Morne Castle. Those who are familiar with the king know that this is the prelude to his violent outburst.He walked slowly around the prostrate Earl, his whip wrapped in moleskin-gloved hands.

"I issued an order against the execution. I am very happy that you are so brave and so fearless."

The young king cultivated with all his strength in the prosperity is elegant and dignified. Every tone and every syllable can be regarded as a model of high society.

The count trembled in this elegant tone. He ignored the pain of being kicked over by the horse's hoof just now, and crawled towards the horse's hoof that was stepping on the snow.

The young king kicked him away, his brows and eyes were gloomy, his tone suddenly changed, and became incomparably austere: "You are so brave and fearless that you dare to disobey my orders!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The Count straightened up abruptly, terrified to death.

"Holy Lord! I absolutely dare not disobey your order! I have never received a second order from you..."

He seemed to have suddenly seen a life-saving straw, and grabbed it with all his might.

"Your Majesty! The messenger from the Imperial Council has not arrived in Morne County! Your Majesty!"

The riding whip was thrown out like a poisonous snake, and it hit the earl heavily. He grunted and the words were drawn back into his stomach.

"The messenger didn't arrive?" The young king withdrew his horsewhip, paced unhurriedly, and sneered contemptuously on his thin lips, "So what? I only know that my order has been violated. From today onwards, I will take back all the lands I have given you—"

"His Majesty!"

The two voices overlapped.

One was Count Walter with a pale face, and the other was another person in the crowd.

Zhu Chi raised his eyes.

An archbishop stepped out of the crowd, bowed his head in front of him holding the cross: "Your Majesty the King, the Holy Lord taught us to be tolerant, Mr. Earl has not received your second letter, please forgive me his guilt."

"You are interceding for him? My Monsieur Bishop."

Zhu Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bad tone.

Everyone in Legrand knew that the conflict between the young king and the church was not a day or two, and it seemed that another battle was about to break out at this time.

The head of the inner court held hands nervously. Last month, His Majesty did something out of line, and the relationship with the Holy See has developed to the point where he is about to be expelled from the Holy See. Very irrational.

"My dear Majesty, I believe your uncle will support you and always have a loving heart."

replied the bishop.

Including Zhu Chi, everyone looked up to the high platform.

The Duke of Buckingham had already been unshackled. He stood on a high platform, looking down at his nephew who arrived unexpectedly.The Duke had his back to the light, and it was difficult for people to see his expression clearly, only the black robe on his body was blown by the wind.He nodded slowly towards Zhu Chi.

No one dared to speak.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other in a strange scene.

Finally, Zhu Chi looked away expressionlessly.

"Since the courier disappeared in your territory." Zhu Chi looked at the bishop coldly, but said to the earl, "I give you three days to find the intercepted courier, or—get out of the silence." En County."

The bishop opened his mouth, wanted to say something but gave up.

Theoretically speaking, when the nobles obtain the conferred land from the king, they need to be responsible for various affairs in the territory.However, the courier set off from the palace and passed through at least three counties along the way, and anyone who knows clearly knew that the courier was probably blocked shortly after leaving the palace.

Right now, the king is ignoring all this, and forcibly fixed the disappearance of the messenger in Merne County. This is obviously a prelude to punishment in disguise.

But for a tyrant like the king, throwing him into prison without depriving the earl of his title on the spot was considered a concession.

The limp Count was dragged down.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Watching the Duke of Buckingham being invited to the guillotine, the ambassador of the Kingdom of Bracy sighed imperceptibly.

"What a tyrannical monarch."

The ambassador of the Kingdom of Purun to Legrand sighed, this was the first time he had seen the rumored King of Purun who could not be disobeyed.The ambassador of the Kingdom of Pullen looked at Ambassador Blaise.

"I feel sorry for the people of Legrand."

Ambassador Blacy parried a few words absently.

He returned to the embassy and immediately spread out the letter.

"My dear lord, our plan has failed. We may need to carefully consider whether to help the Grand Duke seize the throne next... I think we may have miscalculated something. Holy Lord, I hope this is just My illusion."

The secret letter was sent out of Merne County on the same day.

…………

In the study in the castle.

Although Walter was not deprived of his title at the beginning, since Zhu Chi is here, the supreme master of the castle has changed.He stayed in the study, flipping through the collection of books.

The head of the inner court carefully knocked on the door and obtained permission to come in.

"Your Majesty, the Duke wishes to see you."

He reports.

"not see."

The head of the inner court looked at him with a frozen expression.

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