After Becoming The Tyrant

The Viscount More was a woodland nobleman from the North.

The northern lands of the Legrand Empire had always been considered a "barbaric country" until they were conquered by Purlan's great-grandfather.

In the twelfth century before the Western Continent, there was an invasion from the sea barbarians, although the tide-like invasion lasted less than 100 years and disappeared.The northern regions of the Legrand Empire have been occupied by barbarians since then.It wasn't until later that the descendants of the barbarians gradually merged with Legrand, but their language habits were deeply influenced by the barbarian traditions. They were relatively simple and short, and the pronunciation of the words was muddy and rough.

For this reason, the woodland nobles from the north have always been ridiculed in the palace.

When Viscount More explained the assassination plan, the king had already noticed that his expression style was very concise-in the words of the central and eastern nobles, it was "rude as a peasant".

However, the last sentence that Viscount Moore said just now can be called elegant, and the last "Nian Gao De Xun" is a typical court-like expression influenced by the Holy Church.

This is not something a true northern nobleman like Viscount Moore would use.

—unless someone has said so to him recently.

Moore was taken aback by the king's sudden question. He couldn't even figure out how the king knew such a trivial matter.

"Who said that?"

The king's tone became tough, just like the old Duke of Buckingham just now, his face was like a cold iron mask covering his face at this moment.

"Kyle, Kyle Roy."

Moore murmured, he began to realize something.

"He's a traveling merchant."

"Arrest him. Immediately."

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

Today's Merne Castle is full of disasters.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the owner of the castle, Earl Walter, was almost exiled on the spot, and in the afternoon, the soldiers who were transferred to the king's command in the entire Moen territory became busy again.All the traveling merchants in the territory were detained and released after their identities were verified.

In the evening, the castle was shrouded in oppressive gloom.

The sound of wood burning in the fireplace could be heard clearly, and the king sat not far from the fireplace, but his face was mostly in shadow.

Just now, the head of the inner court conveyed the report of the defense force: they found three traveling merchants named "Kyle".There is only one person who fits Viscount Moore's description of "talking with them the night before yesterday".

——When the guards broke through the door, he pulled out his dagger and slit his throat cleanly.

The room was filled with terrifying dead silence, and the three knights knelt on the carpet with ashen complexions, lowering their proud heads.

They drank some wine together in the inn some time ago.Under the drunkenness, it is inevitable to say some complaining words.At that time, the traveling merchant was next to them, and he seemed to say that casually.But God knows what happened, it was because of resentment, maybe it was the devil, that sentence was deeply rooted in their minds for some reason.

Later, they heard Youshang sighed, "It would be great if there were brave monks, but unfortunately the hero is dead" - in the drama at that time, there was a story about the assassination of the pagan tyrant Caligula by the monks .

In short, it was only after that day that the assassination they planned came about.

After explaining everything, Moore no longer dared to look at the king's expression.The knights realized a terrible thing: someone had carefully prepared this series of plots.

Their supposedly heroic vengeance fell into the hands of a vicious enemy.

The dead silence in the room was overwhelming, the king did not speak, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Moore leaned down, his forehead was pressed against the carpet, and he suppressed his shame: "We have committed an unforgivable sin, and we are willing to pay the price with our lives for our mistakes. But, Your Majesty! There is a problem with the Battle of Kewen! General It must have been plotted against."

The Battle of Kewen was the battle where the old duke's son responded to the expedition of the Blaise Kingdom a month ago.

According to the report sent back to the palace, the Duke's son, the young General John, was negligent when food and weapons were sufficient. He did not take the enemy's vanguard seriously, and lost the eastern throat of Legrand at the end of July. The Moon River Fortress directly led to the total defeat of the war.

"Are you pleading for him?"

The king looked down at the three knights prostrate on the ground, his tone slightly mocking.

"Three dying men come to intercede for others."

"I guarantee with the honor of the family that General John is definitely not someone who would make the mistake of underestimating the enemy!"

Moore's face was bloodless, but he still gritted his teeth and swore.

"As long as I say a false word, everyone in the Briu family will go to hell forever!"

"What happens after death is in charge of the Holy Spirit," said the king flatly. "I don't think such a thing as eternal hell is worth a penny."

His words drove the three knights into despair.

"But—" the king changed his subject, and he looked at the three knights who suddenly raised their heads, "The mission will arrive on the 21st, just like the stupid Earl of Moen, you have three days, I want to see a detailed copy Yes, reports on the battles you participated in—from the deployment of every soldier, the pointing of every flag, every longbow, every stone for sharpening swords, to every bag of grain flour, and the preparation of every piece of cheese... Use these things to prove to me that your general did indeed do his best to prepare for this war."

In such a short period of time, it is simply harsh to ask for such a file and report to be sorted out.

But the king showed no mercy.

"If you can't—"

The king leaned forward, his silver hair falling almost to Maul's cheek.His soft voice crept into his ears—it was heavier and full of mockery than when he ordered harshly.

"Then the spirit of sacrifice that you think is noble is nothing more than that."

He had expected to see sullen expressions on the faces of the knights—no knight could face such an insult to their character with equanimity.

"Of course, as far as the current situation is concerned, you don't have such a thing as chivalry."

The king straightened up and leaned against the crimson velvet, crossing his pale fingers and pressing their fingertips lightly against each other.

The faces of the three officers turned red.

In the king's hand, there is still the exquisite crossbow.

"The royal family's financial department will assist you. But whether it can be completed or not is up to you."

He said in a soft but fearful tone.

"Go ahead and prove to me that he is innocent."

When Moore and the others stood up, they saw the king smiling inexplicably in the flickering fire: "Now, his life is in your hands."

This is a threat.

…………

The three knights who were officers departed, leaving the king alone in the room.

He sat quietly by the fireplace, and the light from the fire outlined the delicate contours of his face.

Zhu Chi didn't care if he could find out the reason from the report.

No one knows the military better than the officer who rolled up from the bottom.What he wanted to do was to gain a preliminary and undeceived objective information about Legrand's imperial army.

Standing high and far away.

There are too many heavy tents around the king.

Maybe someone like the old duke who survived decades of battles on the battlefield can have a certainty about the situation of the army, but Pullan?

Come on, if he heard three out of ten sentences without whitewashing or exaggerating, he should thank the conscience of the nobles and officials.

After a while, Zhu Chi woke up from his contemplation.

Looking at the snow outside the window, he was silent for a while, and asked the head of housekeeping to send the old Duke Buckingham a brand new cloak worthy of the status of a duke.

………………

The old prince unfolded his scarlet cloak, which was made of soft snow fox fur and was very expensive.But that wasn't what the Duke cared about.

His thickly callused hands—retained from years in the field—touched lightly the rosettes embroidered in gold thread on the cloak.Rose, this is the symbol of the Legrand royal family.

"My little Pullan."

The old man sighed softly.

Strictly speaking, he took over his infant nephew from the queen earlier than his elder brother William III.At that time, his elder brother was still fighting against the rebels, and it was he who guarded the newborn baby for his elder brother.

The Duke of Buckingham took off his pitch-black robe, and put on a cloak with the rose family pattern on his body.

He is very happy that he can play for his little king again.

…………

The king's officials soon arrived at Meyn.

Obviously, the willful act of the king sneaking out of the palace this time made these officials very troubled.But the affairs of the Duke of Buckingham made them unable to persuade the king any more.They joined in the business of collating battle reports.

But there was one person who was summoned by the king alone.

As soon as the dusty Chancellor of the Exchequer stepped through the door, he heard the king's words:

"How long will it take to raise twenty thousand pounds?"

His eyes darkened and he almost tripped.