Chapter 27

As the power center of Legrand, being able to enter the Rose Palace has always been regarded as a sign of identity. If any nobleman entered the Rose Palace less often, then people's attentions to him would be less.

However, it is difficult for many nobles who are "invited" into the Rose Palace to laugh in front of this glory.

These guys were thrown into the rose castle by the king, and the Duke of Buckingham kindly provided a guard for each of them at the door of the room.

The new royals felt that the Duke of Buckingham had done it out of the king's will.

The people of Legrand know that when the king tries to do something extraordinary, if the Duke of Buckingham can't stop him, he will choose to do it by himself, so that his nephew's reputation won't get worse - if the king has any reputation.

From time to time, the nominal "guest" and the actual prisoner of war opened the door and asked the guards when they would be able to leave the palace. They had been here long enough.

The guard regretfully told them: Your Majesty is very hospitable. Please enjoy the food of the Rose Palace before you leave.

What kind of food? Last supper?

The poor nobles of the new royalist party were so scared by their own conjecture that they felt more and more that the king's arc knife was close to their necks.

Finally, on the night after the coronation ceremony, the nobles were informed that the king was going to see them.

Someone fainted on the spot, Lord! The knife fell down.

………………

Rose Palace, color room.

The splendid meeting place is lit with bright candles, and everything looks the same as the emergency meeting held some time ago. The angel, a symbol of judgment and justice, still looks down on the people from the dome, and the magnificent stone buildings still have the unique bearing of the royal family.

But it's different.

For example, at the top of the conference table, the high back seat has its owner.

The new royalists step into the color room with a heavy heart and see the king at the top.

The king returned to his usual appearance, wearing a coat with exquisite gold embroidery, white scarves folded several layers, and fine diamonds shining on it. But what's striking is what the king has on hand.

On the left is the arc knife that cuts the throat of grand duke Grice.

On the right, there is a thick pile of paper that I don't know what to record.

The hearts of the new royalists sank in an instant. They sat down rigidly in their positions and looked up to see that the royalists were just about to leave. They should have been here for a while. I don't know what the king rewarded them with. They all laughed brightly.

An idea flashed through the minds of most of the new royalists:

If only they had taken the iron rose.

"Should I warn my chef? Gentlemen

The King opened his mouth, and the frown in his brow was not lessened by the candle light, so even if he spoke in a mild tone, it didn't feel like a kind word.

"I told them to prepare a good meal for you, but now you look terrible. Do they dare to disobey my orders?"

The food of these two days is really rich, thick soup and fresh meat.

But who is in the mood to enjoy this moment?

The new royalists didn't know what the king was going to do, so they had to answer his question and praised the wonderful food these two days.

"Ah, naturally." The king laughed, but the next words suddenly changed the faces of the nobles, "they are all my loyal servants, even if I ask them to mix some belladonna in the bread, they will do it."

After all, after nearly two days, the new royalists still have something to eat. The nobles who had eaten the bread subconsciously pressed their stomach and almost wanted to spit it out on the spot.

"Be decent, sir." The king watched their faces change. "It's cold. A harmless joke is good for digestion after dinner."

For God's sake, this kind of joke should be avoided.

The new royalists were embarrassed to sit in their seats,

"compared with the chefs, you let me down."

The king's voice suddenly cooled down. He was always cloudy and sunny, and there was always anger hidden under his smile. A cold wind seemed to pass through the meeting room, and everyone was silent.

"Let's talk about what you've done in your time."

"Shevi Du bray." The king took the top of the stack of paper on his right hand and said, "Sir, your catapult is wonderful. It blows open the gate of selvi castle."

Mr. shervey, who had been named, did not say a word and slid down against the back of his chair.

Now, the nobility of the new royalists know what the stack of paper is for.

The Duke of Buckingham wrote down all the "good things" they had done in the civil strife. It seemed that they had written clearly."Mr. Saint Simon, I have to say that your cavalry set fire to the lower reaches of the doma River beautifully."

"Don't be discouraged, Mr. Luli. Although your soldiers are inferior in attacking the castle, they have done a good job in robbing the village."

"Oh, and our Mr. Roche, what you have done in the East is also very good..."

“……”

Turn over the paper one by one.

The king's tone was so kind that he almost fainted.

The aristocrats with keen sense of smell found that the kings only called their names without any titles, which gave a terrible signal from this detail.

"Should I clap for you?"

The king counted all the people patiently. He looked up and looked at them with a smile. The smile was as like as two peas in the Duchess of great grace, and the arc knife was placed at the king's hand.

Mr. Shelvey, who was first named, was the most responsive. He immediately got up from his chair, prostrated on the cold ground and begged, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my ignorance."

He was one of the less important ones. He had worked very hard in the civil war with the idea of seizing the throne of grand duke Grice and improving his status. Where to the front of the hard turned into a rope tied around the neck. He didn't dare to think about what the king's first point meant.

In tears, shevi pleaded with the king.

When you have the first one, you have the second one.

Their king was furious, and even his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, dared to throw himself on the guillotine. No one thought that his status was more noble than that of the Duke of Buckingham.

"What's the matter with you? Am I not comforting you for your courage? " The king was surprised. "I'm going to make a medal for each of you. It's right in front of your grave, OK?"

Say it

The new royalists turned pale, and the king really wanted to cut off their heads.

"You should give them a chance." The sounds of nature began to ring. The Duke of Buckingham stepped into the color room in the eyes of gratitude. He looked at his nephew leniently. "The executioner of METZL doesn't want to take too much work in a winter, your majesty."

"I thought you would be happy to help me solve this problem, my dear uncle. Aren't your soldiers excellent?"

"You can't let them act as executioners. This is not the way to treat your loyal knight." The Duke of Buckingham was helpless.

"All right."

The king pondered for a moment and took a step back.

"I think you will be willing to make some compensation for the damage you have caused?"

What can the new royals say?

They can't say anything but thank you.

The king's arc knife was still on his left.

The paper on the right has been read out and thrown to the ground. Now there is only the knife left on the table.

The king clapped his hands. The king's secretary walked quickly into the color room with a stack of paper, ink and quill.

The paper went down.

"Come, my good gentlemen." The king said briskly, "write on this piece of paper how many pounds you think your neck is worth. Of course, let me remind you of one thing. "

The king's smile was like a nightmare in the eyes of the nobility.

They don't want to hear applause as a signal for the rest of their lives.

"I hope..." The king's voice was so soft, "you don't have any illusions I thought I was talking to you. "

The candle light reflected on the king's face, bright and dark, and there was no smile in his ice blue eyes. It was as cold as ice in winter.

The nobles shivered.

………………

The king looked at the signed papers and saw with satisfaction that the number on them even exceeded his original expectation.

"Sure enough, it's more reassuring to solve it at one time." The king sighed with regret.

The king really wanted to kill the nobles because they had too many rights.

The great nobles who own land can collect taxes in their own territory, have their own court hearings, and even hang the current thieves. The territory of Legrand is composed of 36 states with complicated laws and regulations. Even some Lords have the right to ignore the judgment of the royal court in their own territory [2]

it is obvious that this is something that the king cannot tolerate.

Take your time.

Said the king to himself.

"All right." He clapped the paper on his hands and said to the Duke of Buckingham, "now it's time to get cousin John back. You know, the cost of the delay is still very high."

Referring to General John, the king thought of another thing.

"The negotiating mission has been detained?"

Hearing the news, the king raised his eyebrows."It's winter. It's time for our officials to run errands."

There is nothing to do in winter. Isn't it a good time to make a clear calculation? I hope no one really thinks that if the king takes a ransom, it will be a thing of the past.

It's just the beginning.

"One thing." The king pondered for a moment and looked at the Duke of Buckingham. "I want to know about the family Templars."

The Duke of Buckingham looked at him suspiciously and said mildly, "Your Majesty, the power of the holy see is still strong. The new pope is a man of great skill."

"Don't worry, uncle." The king replied, looking at the flickering candle, which seemed to become cold under his eyes. "I have no intention of fighting with the holy see for the time being."

If there's anything in the world that can make a king furious, it's obviously someone trying to make him die.

Unfortunately

It seems that Mr. devil, who is also capricious, has done so some time ago.

The author has something to say: King: as a tyrant, what's wrong?

Devil: as a devil, what's wrong with trying to mend the sword?

[1] Belladonna: can make poison

[2] refer to Mark Morris in Edward I