Chapter 851 The Residues of the Great Holy War

By the time Douglas, who was hiding in the dark, was caught, about twenty minutes had passed since the assassination.

At this moment, Imric was willing to sit on the throne, on this simple throne made of precious wood and decorated with gold, silver and gems.

The index finger touched the armrest, and the sound of the nails hitting the ruby ​​​​all attracted Douglas's mind.

Mishan, who was stepping on Douglas's head, placed the end of the halberd in front of the human being. The smooth metal handle allowed him to fully see his funny appearance.

A quarter of the proud palace guards were slaughtered in just ten minutes. The oath of loyalty based on eternity, in the face of absolute strength and fear, is just two sides of a gold coin that can be flipped at will.

Occestes stepped forward and asked the person involved for his opinion.

"How to deal with this human being and the soldiers involved in the assassination operation."

"Kill him."

The words that were neither gentle nor indifferent decided the fate of hundreds of people. In the screams and shouts, I couldn't help but hear that this was Douglas's bewitchment and the result of his bribery with money. If he knew it was the Dragon Prince, he would never do it. How dare you do such an arrogant act.

Imric didn't care whether the guards were deceived or not.

Forgiving the assassin may show mercy, but only if the assassination was not successful, otherwise it is just a ridiculous farce.

If we look at it from another perspective, the essence of assassination is to take another person's life. It is a struggle. Now that you have taken the action, you must be prepared to pay for it.

In Imric's opinion, anyone who forgives assassins must have something wrong with their brains.

An execution with over a hundred participants is bound to attract a lot of attention. The civilians outside the castle suddenly discovered that the elves who were originally guests had now become the hosts.

The corpses of the guards who had been colluding with the lord every day were thrown into the cemetery without even a sign indicating their identity, leaving them to be eaten by vultures and wild dogs.

Those who received first-hand information learned from the palace maids the results of the prince's failed attempt to assassinate the elf, but they all chose to remain silent on the matter.

There are thousands of elven soldiers stationed not far outside the city. No one knows their final fate and can only pray at home that bad luck will not come.

Let yourself, who can barely survive in the Border Princedom, become a refugee who is ravaged by greenskins, bandits, and beastmen.

Fortunately, Imric reluctantly believed that he was a reasonable elf. After solving Douglas's matter and finding a large number of criminal records about various families in the Westland in the palace, he asked his men to find the civil representatives here to discuss how to deal with it. What happens after that.

A white-haired old man and two middle-aged men, with fear of the unknown, escorted by dragon palace guards who were like heavenly soldiers, came to the palace of the Grand Prince, which was rarely entered before.

Those high-looking guards who usually took pleasure in oppressing civilians all disappeared at this moment. There were only a few elven soldiers standing impeccably, wearing gorgeous gold-plated plate chain mail, and hanging red thin satin cloaks, towering. The red cherry on the silver-white helmet seems as pure and hot as its owner.

The rune halberd, which was enough to cut a war horse in half at once, was so dazzling under the sunlight that it almost made the eyes of the three people shed tears.

How arrogant and noble this is.

Since they were civilians of other races and other countries, the dragon halberd guard who led the way would naturally not have a good face like he did in the dragon palace. He turned a deaf ear to his quiet inquiries and brought him to the prince with the attitude of completing the task.

After entering the main hall, the first thing the three humans saw was the elf prince sitting on the throne. On the left side under the stairs was a burly dragon-shaped armor and a handsome elf with a cold face. On the left side was an Ala. Than people.

They came to the stairs and knelt down. Some vague rumors they had learned in advance made the old man in question speak Imperial dialect.

"Your Highness the Dragon Prince, Douglas' behavior has nothing to do with the residents of this place. His evil deeds will eventually suffer bitter consequences. This is what Sigma is willing to see.

But Sigmar also does not want to see innocent civilians being implicated because of the actions of a sinner. In the name of Magnus, the pious man who led the great holy war to victory, can you forgive us. "

Imrik, who was sitting high on the throne, was a little surprised by the old man's words. He did not immediately state whether he would punish the civilians and focused on matters related to his identity.

"Tell me about your origins. I don't think a devout Sigmar believer can appear in a place full of political criminals, bandits and bandits."

The old man raised his head and trembled as he talked about the reason for coming here.

"I have witnessed your heroic appearance on the battlefield at the Usko River. As a greatswordsman of Stirland, I feel honored to have participated in the great holy war."

"Then why did you come to the Border Prince Territory? If you were an Imperial Greatswordsman fifty years ago and served the elector well in the army, you should have already had the title of knight."

The old man seemed to be reminded of his scar. His trembling mouth couldn't help opening and closing, and he was very unwilling to answer this question.

But in the pleading eyes of the two young men kneeling on the ground, he must be responsible for his family after all.

"In my early years, I participated in an adventure against the undead of Sylvania. Under the leadership of the battle priest, I destroyed a necromancer's lair.

But when he was burning all the evil and heretical things, he secretly hid a few ancient gold coins. Eventually, he was discovered by the church and was exiled for the heresy crime of hiding evil things..."

Imrik couldn't help but laugh, thinking that he was a veteran who was slandered and couldn't survive in the army, so he had no choice but to come to the Border Princely Territory from the Empire.

Unexpectedly, he was just a thief, a remnant of the great holy war.

Sure enough, individual cases are rare, and evil is a common phenomenon in this place.

But since he had the relationship of the Great Holy War, Imrik had no intention of making things difficult for the veteran who was about to enter the coffin. He thought about it a little and asked,

"As much as I hate to deal with the aftermath of Douglas's death, putting a city of tens of thousands of people into crisis would cause my reputation to be tarnished.

Since you are a civil representative, you must be able to represent the thoughts of the residents here and express your requests. "

"We wish to join Caledor and be protected by the dragon's court."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present raised their lips to show their disdain for this idea. Did they really regard Caledo as a refugee camp? A group of bandits and fugitives, even if you can use a whip to change their nature, it will take a lot of effort.

Not to mention that the only useful resource here is marble. The marble output of Tyran Lock is enough for the demand, so why waste time in the old world.

But the corners of Imric's mouth raised, but it was not to ridicule the old man's fanciful thoughts. Assaniel was busy filling the Ark with people. Presumably this large city should be able to meet his needs.

Given the Royal Navy's habit of tormenting people, even a group of fugitives must eventually become qualified sailors.

But what he said was not what he meant. He certainly couldn't just say that Douglas Territory would be included in Caledor's territory.

"Your proposal is outrageous. Caledo's simple national style will not accept a group of fugitives as citizens.

However, due to universal values ​​and the importance of the Principality of Douglas in the Border Princely Territory, I can provide limited support.

To transform the city into... well, a more desirable place for the people to live. "(End of chapter)