My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 101: Punishing Evil for Good

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“That's him! He killed my father for my field, and my wife was forcibly taken into the house as a maid after he expropriated his first (harmonious) night power... he caused my family to die!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...” The man kneeling at Artoria's feet growled, his tears filled with grief.

“Yes, so here we are.” Half-kneeled and dressed him up, Kerall's eyes filled with sorrow.

These people have done countless things for the rules and disciplines of society, not because they do not want to resist, because it is the rules of society, and whenever this happens, when they give everything to abide by the law and the rules, the superiors always do not follow the rules, and this is when they are needed to uphold the law.

The impartiality of the law is inviolable.

Artoria, who is beside Kerall, looks cold and serious, and is more direct than Kerall's finger at the Earl: "Destroy people's lives, exploit people, kill people, cut off your title in the name of the king, and hang you. ”

“Pfft!” One hundred and fifty knights behind them stamped the earth with their feet, suddenly the whole land was trembling.

“Yes!” the two knights whispered and went out toward the big belly, enjoying a lifetime of nobility.

“What are you doing! Don't come near me! I'm a hereditary nobleman! Our family has been breeding for 100 years! How can you do this when we have made countless feats for the king! How could you do this to me!!” He struggled like a wild boar to be slaughtered.

But in the hands of the two knights, this “boar” is no different from the rabbit.

“First of all, your merits belong only to your ancestors. You are not the creators of merits, you are the recipients of merits. Secondly, more than a hundred years of merits have long been used by your ancestors. Finally, nobility is not the very essence of the king...” Kerall smiled and gave way, behind him countless eyes of hatred at his peasant mud legs.

This look he had seen before, when he had taken their property, they had shown it, when he had taken their fields, when he had taken their wives and daughters, and he even thought they were used to this look, this emotion, but it was just fermentation and accumulation.

“They are the very essence of the king… if they say you are guilty, then you are a capital offense.” Kerall smiled, calling it a breakdown of the people's rooted national system.

“So I ask you...” Keiral, who raised his bronze cane, turned around and asked out loud.

“Do you think he's guilty? ”

“Death penalty! Death!” The roar of the people swept the knights, Artoria, the swords, like the tsunami of Mountain Hoop, and the nobleman who was already soiled. Oh, no, hereditary nobility.

“So what do you think he should be sentenced to? ”

“Hang! Hang him! ”

The growl grew louder.

Watching the muddy legs with tears roaring beneath him, his whole body chestnuted like an axe facing the Gaul.

“Then it's hanging." The copper wand fell on the tablet and stamped like a bronze bell.

“Your Majesty! Give the order!” Kerall turned his head and knelt before Altoria.

“Your Majesty! Order please!!” The Voice of the People Artoria finally understands why Kerall often tells him that the people are the most important and the people are the most critical. At this moment, the power of the people, even the 150 knights of the seal behind them, can't help but whiten some faces. Even though each of them can easily slaughter these weak human beings, the power of those who contain them renders them irresistible.

“Hang!” Altoria drank so much that the fat pig couldn't help but freak out and fainted.

You'll hang yourself if you faint!

In the cheers of the people, the guy was smoothly lass on the hanging table.

“In the future, the policy of the whole country will become a village of 100 people, 10 villages surrounded by 10,000 people, 10 towns surrounded by at least 100,000 people in the city, every village, town, city, will send a village mayor, mayor, mayor, nobleman who will then have only his own enclosure, without the right to a knight, * * and administration! In other words, nobility will not be able to decide whether you live or die!” Kerall drank.

In this way, nobility is directly excluded from the political and military systems.

Officials are nobles, but nobles are not officials, knights are nobles, but nobles are not knights. Kerall, this is a wonderful game.

“One last thing!” Kerall lifted his bronze cane and drank it: “October 20th! To the north, to the war with Scotland, good boys can go north! Except for women and children, the heads of enemy men can be redeemed for merit! Anyone who wants to sign up for the Imperial City can form their own team to kill the enemy! ”

Older people can bring culture, and young people, although labourers, are also the source of rebellion.

Since Keiral is naturally unable to be merciful, the 10-year plan is being implemented step by step.

“Lily, do you see the power of the people?” The two men rode on horseback on the country trail, and the farmers who were planting (sweet potatoes) on the road watched the king's flag kneel down on both sides.

“Despite their humility and hard work, they do not recognize their power. That's why we, the people in power, have to guarantee their rights.” Keiral turns around and looks at Altoria as a god of instruction: "Otherwise, we can't bear the power they burst out of. ”

“All we guys can do is guide their power slowly and let them brick and tile the country, not let them directly blow it up.” Keiral looked at the infinite wheat fields filled with emotion.

Artoria had some thoughts.

“Can't take it anymore!!! This is the fifth!” The shocking sound of the table is indicative of the anger of the shooter.

“I propose to send out the plan now!!” The man growled and screamed.

“Attachment! ”

“Attachment! ”

“Attachment! ”

“Attachment…”

“The final vote was passed and the plan was launched.” Nothing can be seen directly by the cold flashes of the head's face: “It is time for the little girl to know why we are called ‘hereditary’! ”