My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 514: Force as the Minimum Guarantee of Reform

Theoretically, the Crown of Toristine did not guarantee the strength of their 21 New Deals, but none of the wise men in the watching Kingdom of Libel spoke of this theory.

That's because there's Kerall behind the Crown of Toristine.

As long as there's a Kerall, that's enough.

The truth is that, as the Liberals watched in cold blood, on the third day, 15 September, there was an appalling tragedy in the Kingdom of Toristine.

It was a very bad business competition in which a nobleman killed all thirteen members of the other family because of failure, and very badly, he circled the city with the other's head.

This heinous act prompted Her Majesty's anger.

Within a day, the 500 Queen's Guard wrapped the other's castle with Her Majesty's orders, and despite the presence of more than 300 militiamen, the militiamen could not match the elite ranks of the Queen's Guard.

The other side was slaughtered and 300 members of the militia, all 52 of them connected, were slaughtered by the Queen's Guard.

The other side was only a small nobleman, but what he did was indeed very bad, and more importantly, he interfered with the freedom of commerce by violent means even after Her Majesty's decree.

It's like hitting Her Majesty in the face naked!

No wonder Her Majesty used the rare Queen's Guard to carry out the annihilation of this little nobleman.

But the point is not here. The point is, what did this little nobleman eat? What did the leopard dare to touch thunder on the third day of the queen's decree?

Even more subtle is the fact that this family of 52 small nobles is connected to six large nobles.

This situation made Kerall laugh.

Kerall, who had a gentle smile on his face, was constantly chilling when he laughed.

This situation is nothing more than a test.

Find out where the royal bottom line is.

But let them down, because this time, the most fundamental bottom line of 21 revolutionary political beliefs promoted at the cost of Her Majesty's life is - no bottom line!

That's the bottom line!

The Queen paved the way for her granddaughter with her life, and no one could stop her from going around.

At this time, the old queen compromised her whole life to be real. Man stops killing, Buddha stops killing Buddha!

It was precisely because of this perception that Arieta shut her mouth with an obscure sigh. There's no room for her to talk about this.

Neither Keiral's current political status in Toristine, nor her grandmother's unique, one-of-a-kind political status, can be compared to that of a princess who has no political participation at all.

Though these will be hers, after all, she is far from enough!

So she was not qualified to say anything about Her Majesty, or Keiral, and she had to keep her mouth shut, silently endure, walk the political path her grandmother had paved for her with her life, and quietly go on.

It is a royal duty, and it is a royal price.

Although cruel, overnight Arieta was brutally tortured to maturity.

The 17-year-old is about to start assuming her responsibilities.

And just as Kerall's face was grinning at the internal situation in the Kingdom of Toristine.

Not surprisingly, on the fourth day, the six nobles began to play together to the royal family, and the rhythm of pressure was right, but they thought they were important, but they weren't.

Especially for the Crown of Toristine and the country of Toristine, and for the future political path of Arieta, what are the six of them?

This was something no one had ever thought of before, so when the six families met Her Majesty together under pressure, they were pushed out and hanged by Her Majesty's orders!

I'll hang myself!

Even more frightening was the news that Her Majesty's bodyguard had knocked on the door night after night before reaching each other's house.

How long has Her Majesty not been tough?

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty years?

Everyone suddenly remembered that their opponent was not a grand aristocrat of the same class, but a supreme imperial power.

The royal power is supreme, the royal power is no different!

No one can disobey, resist, disobey the imperial power.

Just as no one can harden bones under power, all hardbones are broken.

Likewise, no one can resist the power of thousands of pro-garde knights.

More sadly, this time, the Queen has finally reminded everyone who the King of the Kingdom of Toristine is.

There are four corps, east, west, north, south, about 10,000 troops each, plus about 10,000 kingdom arch guards, and 5,000 royal close guards, in other words, the entire kingdom of Toristine compared to about 200,000 standing armies in the Kingdom of Libel, which is only about 55,000 armies.

And how many more of these 55,000 armies are loyal to the royal family? If you're not sure, even the royal family doesn't necessarily know how many armies are loyal to them.

But after all, isn't the 55,000 named after the royal family?

As long as the royal family hasn't broken up in a day, the 55,000 people won't break up in a day.

After all, whoever gets paid and who gets loyalty is completely different.

In the Hereafter, the wages of whomsoever they hold are loyal to whomsoever they are, but here, they are loyal to whomsoever they are.

This is absolutely fundamentally different.

The word loyalty is noble and noble in this day and age.

To hell with the traitors and to heaven with the faithful, that is the best note of our time.

In an era of loyalty, few fighters betray their loyalty for district money.

So even if the country has more inequalities, more injustices, more injustices, those warriors take more money from them, take more bribes from them, give more assurances to them, the nobles have no sense of security in their hearts.

Because it's a very simple question.

And that is, who are the warriors who stand behind when the royal family makes just decisions in the name of righteousness and delivers righteous hammers to the evil nobles?

Do you have to say anything like that?

After all, the ultimate goal of these warriors is to become nobles like them, and if they have blocked this path, how can the warriors not hate them?

It was just grassroots thinking and no one to lead it. If the royal family takes the lead, it will be a murder against the nobles, won't it?

The royal majesty suddenly deterred no one from speaking.

The entire kingdom of Toristine fell unexpectedly into silence.

The warriors were silent in order to wait for the next move of the royal family. Although the royal family showed a decisive side of the slaughter, after all, the royal family had been sinking for twenty or thirty years. Everyone was forgetting who the royal family really was in this country.

What has the royal family done for this country in the last 20 years?

Did you shoot pests for this country, or did you work for the power of this country?

Nothing.

Busy, inactive royal family.

That's why we're all waiting.

Isn't there something different about the royal family this time?

This, like many Chinese today, despite the weak diplomacy of the Government, has raised many hopes for the rise of the great Powers in economic terms.

The scolding must be done; it must always be done if the country does not become the world's first day and the country does not become the top of the planet.

But that does not affect the expectations and hopes of all for the rise of their country.

The Toristine Royal Family does not have much success, but it does not prevent ordinary people from wishing for them, because in this world, leaders are a lifelong profession, in other words, the whole country is better looking at leaders and worse looking at leaders. If leaders are enlightened, it is not impossible for the dragon's arrogance, even an old lady of seven or eighty, to instantly become a king and a better governor of the country.

And if it's good, if it's bad, this country is actually the only one in power, except for something too big.

If you don't pray that she's better, pray that she's worse?

And so the whole kingdom of Toristine calmed down.

The nobles await the royal next move. Is she going to slaughter the aristocracy or just defend her dignity?

Civilians await the Royal Family's next move, whether she wants to uproot and return the kingdom of Toristine to a Langham, or continue to compromise with the nobles.

Everyone was watching, waiting, but only one person didn't do it.

This person is not Kerall, who is constantly innovating internally within the Toristine School of Magic, from managing the kitchen canteen to changing student dormitories to regulating the timing of classes, Kerall is almost as busy as a foot running the college in one strip.

Large sums of gold coins were spent, including redecorating the College, integrating venues outside the College, and sorting out and subordinating magic books.

The training of teachers is also scheduled every evening.

So while Keiral wanted to do something, he was sadly powerless.

So these things naturally fell on Mikasa's head.

The so-called force is the minimum guarantee of reform, and the painful Sun artillery, which has eaten enough to start a revolution without force, began to resort to indiscriminate violence at the very first moment of its possession.

And isn't it force that the royal family is lacking?

How many soldiers are loyal to her?

Her Majesty's army, besides the 15,000 or so close guard regiments in the royal city, is almost untrustworthy.

Is it not just a question of their loyalty, but also of their hearts and minds when they are ordered to kill and to feed their nobles?

And is it betrayal after their hearts are soft?

The queen would be restless if things like this were not in her hands.

Reliable force is what helps, otherwise the element of instability might as well be summed up with the enemy.

It is only in the face of such uncertainty that abolition is justified.

Mikasa now trains exactly 5,000 new recruits to the Royal Guard.

The Royal Neighbourhood Guard is not just 5,000 men, but will be screened continuously by Mikasa and turned into 4,000, 3,000, or even 2,000.

These two thousand brainwashed and trained close guards will then be filled into the four nearby north-eastern and south-western regiments, which will form the backbone of the grassroots, and will be promoted at the appropriate opportunity to complete control of the four regiments within one to two years.

The Four Legions are veterans of the Hundred Wars, and no matter how unfaithful they are, the Kingdom of Toristine cannot do anything to renounce their luxury.

Only a compilation of them is true.

Both Kerall and the Queen knew this very well, so Kerall ordered Mikasa to help her train the army, and Mikasa certainly wouldn't. Elite training methods were handed over to them.

It's just Camelot's most basic training method.

Running, standing, working together to carry round logs, bringing them together as one.

The army is a large furnace, a huge steel mill, and a thousand hammers are made of steel.

Mikasa was the hammer. All impurities will be eliminated and all garbage will never be tolerated by her.

This hammering, even if it is the most basic, has far exceeded the basic level of training on the Magic Continent.

After three days of watching it, Arieta couldn't help but leave. The scene was too tenacious and cruel. For a normal girl, she couldn't imagine why humans could bear it.

They'll answer for her, for the country, for Toristine, for Her Majesty, for her!

That bloodthirsty feeling is enough to infect all men.

If a normal man can become a good piece of steel after a thousand hammers, Mikasa is a good piece of steel in itself, just knock her out of shape gently, and she herself will shine an incredible glow.

She was born a warrior.

She was brave, brave, strong, resolute, resolute, resolute, resolute for a purpose, and for a change of mind, Keiral was almost sixty years old in two lifetimes, but he had never seen a child like Mikasa.

She's a treasure. She's amazing!

Keiral wanted to raise her as a warrior, so she gave her the best close-knit martial arts, and then she showed an unparalleled desire to learn, and learning was a good thing, so Keiral gave her the best knowledge, and she showed an unparalleled talent for assassins.

Kerall has no class. She's willing to learn. What's he not willing to teach?

Mikasa settled down next to Keiral and became Keiral's closest intelligence leader.

But Mikasa's talents in other ways are definitely not weak.

Keiral once asked Mikasa an unanswered question: "Mikasa, why have you been learning so much beside me, but you've been biased towards intelligence? ”

Mikasa smiled and did not answer Kerall's question.

Because, in order to be closer to you...

You want to be a warrior, you want to be your own, but you can't be a swordsman, you want to be a scholar, you want to follow in your plot, you don't need to be, you need to be your ear, your eyes, to be able to hold your hand gently and move on, right?

After all these years of living, it's probably only a teenage girl's heart that can't solve one in 10,000, right?

And while Mikasa was working out the army and Kerall was working out the students, the School of Magic had two waves of guests.

“First, you must understand who you are!” Keiral lived on a pear tree cane and walked slowly, alongside a row of students with short canes.

Theoretically, a long scepter is suitable for large, wide, strong magic, while a short scepter is suitable for fast, fierce, and fast spells.

In other words, one is good for scaling up and the other is good for quick-fighting.

And that cane in Kerall's hands, everyone knows, is totally a setup, and Kerall, if a Holy Ten were to rely on a cane to do it, it would be a generous laugh.

“You are magicians, noble magicians. Kerall said seriously:" A noble magician should never have his life first in the face of the enemy. ”

“I know that almost all of the classes you've taken before are defensive classes, and that there's really attack magic in sabotage that you won't be given until after your third grade. But not anymore! From now on, you must not retreat, you must not defend yourselves for only one reason. ”

Keiral turned his head and looked seriously at them: "For the pride and victory of the magician. ”

“Huh.” Kerall lifted his hand, and a row of grassmen 50 meters away were covered with defensive magic: “Now stand here and break my defense with your simplest attack magic and break the grassman with the fastest possible speed, and start now. ”

Kerall waved softly and the students began immediately.

Most of them are students who have gone through Keiral's three or four lessons, who are clear about Keiral's style, no cunning arguments, no discernment, no questions asked, and Keiral himself is Holy Ten, and what he says is authority.

So everyone worked hard to come up with their fastest magic, and they were listening very seriously to Keiral's classes, so Keiral meant the fastest, not the strongest, not the best, but the fastest!

“Exactly! That's it! Faster!” Kerall slowly corrected behind them some of the bad moves they made when they applied them, such as the massive moves that had to circle the cane around their head, or the moves that affected their movement by clamping their legs, such as the way they waved their cane and danced their hands and feet.

Keiral is undoubtedly the best teacher in the world, corrected by Keiral, and they can totally feel Keiral's rigour and wisdom about magic.

The so-called level, that's how it's improved!