The young child shivered and shivered under the quilt under the bed. Even the child did not know whether it was because of the cold or fear.

Every breath he exhaled had condensed into white mist just after leaving his body, because the temperature around it was too cold, and now it is the hot summer, but the ground around him has been condensed with white frost.

Of course, just the sudden drop in temperature is not enough to scare the child. What really scares him is the lingering breath of death in the air, and everything around him is gradually falling into silence.

It wasn't like this when he was tucked into the bottom of the bed just a quarter of an hour ago. He still remembered the noise and noise that made him feel irritable, but now all these voices have disappeared.

The root cause that made him feel like he was in a nightmare scene is because of the black mist coming from all directions, and he can still remember the fear and panic that his uncle brothers showed when they saw the black mist.

"Excuse me, please, let me go!" As the child began to think wildly, a sound familiar to him sounded outside the house where he was hiding, but this sound was almost full Overflowing fear.

"This is the voice of my uncle." Hearing this voice, the child subconsciously sketched a majestic middle-aged man in a Chinese suit in his mind.

But the child couldn't associate the majestic voice outside the door with the majestic middle-aged man in his head.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. This is something that children know." A dry, hoarse sounded like a strange sound scratching the wooden door with your nails, which sounded uncomfortable.

"Haha, I knew that it really was because of my opposition to the King's reform that I incurred the killing this time? But it was only me who opposed it. Why should my relatives be affected, I disagree." Soon, the child He heard a sound of madness from his uncle.

"I said, sir, are you frightened? You are not the only one in your family who opposes your master."

"Master? So, are you the knife that was held by the ten-year-old king behind him?" The child gradually calmed down when he heard the voice of his uncle outside the door, fully matching the imposing uncle in his impression. Image.

"Take my word? It's good, but what's the use? It's just a matter of death."

"Hmm ..." Then a hard gasp came from outside the house, the voice gradually diminished and eventually disappeared. Then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and the child heard the sound of an object being dragged on the ground, and the sound was gradually moving away from the direction of his house.

This change made the child even more frightened. He hid under the intense panic and hid under the bed in the house, his body was shaking, and he felt like he was living like a year.

But soon, I do n’t know when the child felt that his eyelids were fighting, and gradually his eyes closed, and everything in front of him fell into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he found that it was permeating all around. The depressive feeling of the stock has disappeared.

"It's okay?" Looking at the golden light spot transmitted from the window to the ground, the child's face showed excitement and excitement. He quickly got out of the bed, opened the door and ran out, then he stayed in place. .

Although it was shrouded by the warm sunlight at this time, the children still felt the whole body cold, because at this time it should have been noisy, and the servants swarmed in the courtyard of the mansion, and there was a silence. As if there was no other living thing besides him.

What made the child even more afraid was that there was a pool of dark red blood under his feet, and those blood stains showed a trail dragging away.

So the child remembered the familiar voice that rang outside the door of the house he was hiding last night.

"Anyone?" Seeing the lonely empty courtyard, the child felt his body trembling. He walked through the buildings and shouted loudly, hoping that someone could give him a response.

But what made the child feel a little bit emotional was that no matter how he shouted, no one in this mansion could respond to him.

Until he left the mansion and came to the street, when he saw the crowds flowing on the street, his emotions finally found the vent, and he sat on the ground with a slump and wept loudly.

...

"It has been more than a thousand years since the founding of the Gay Kingdom, and some nobles have inherited it since the founding of the country. Some of them have enjoyed the ancestors of their ancestors. They are delicious, lazy, do nothing, and wanton, these guys are Gay It's time to get rid of the parasites on this big tree. "

Muria was sitting on the throne, laying down another imminent order with his immature voice. The number of ministers and aristocrats who were less than when he came to power was lowered their heads and listened tremblingly.

"I decided to ban the hereditary system of the nobility. What do you think? Or who agrees? Who opposes?"

When Muria's voice came down, none of them spoke, none of them felt that they had lived long enough, and everything that happened in these days, they all looked at them.

Anyone who opposes this king in this temple is either convicted by the king with what he has done before, and then sends an army to hang him, or disappears for some reason without a trace.

Whoever opposes the reform will die. Or to be more specific, whoever disobeys the king's will will die. This is an extremely overbearing and cruel bloodthirsty king.

"No one? Then you all agreed to ban the hereditary system of the aristocracy, yes, it seems that Zhu Qing are far-sighted." Muria nodded with satisfaction.

Then he began to talk about the shortcomings of hereditary system to the princely ministers below, and the lords and nobles who had been stunned by Muria's brutality all lowered their heads and listened expressionlessly.

"So in order to prevent the next generation of nobles from falling, and thinking that they can inherit the title from their fathers, whatever they do, they are doing nothing. The noble children who want to inherit the title must go to the battlefield to get enough military power."

Muria began to complain that he had banned the noble hereditary perfection policy. This policy is an alternative compensation to the nobles in the eyes of Muria, but it is a different matter to the princes and nobles below.

The hereditary system of the aristocracy, in the eyes of almost all ministers, was supposed to exist, and now Muria wants to erase this taken for granted. Doesn't this mean that they have dug their roots?

This caused many Princes and Ministers to be dissatisfied, but under the deterrence of death, they did not dare to vent their dissatisfaction and could only hold it.

"My family follows the Gay family. Ye has served the Gay country for nearly a thousand years. Now that we have to leave, this country can no longer accommodate our family."

After many ministers and princes and nobles stepped out of the royal court one after another, a big nobleman looked back at the brilliant royal court behind him and sighed in a low voice.

"Sir, be careful and be carefully heard by the tyrant's eyes and ears. You may also be dissatisfied with the tyrant." Upon hearing the complaint of the nobleman, a minister immediately reminded.

"Dissatisfaction? What can he be dissatisfied with? These certificates issued by him do not mean to drive out some of our old nobles? I leave with the whole family now, does it just follow his will?" The nobleman sneered, his face full of disapproval, he was no longer ready to stay in the country of Guy.

It is now a troubled time. Countries are fighting each other. Each country is extremely eager to join high-end combat power. Families like him, no matter which country they join, will be enthusiastically sought after.

Since his family can't stay in this country, it is an excellent choice to move to other countries. There is no grandfather here.

"Yes, the Gay State can no longer tolerate our aristocracy, let's discuss it together?" After hearing the words of the great aristocrat, there was also an expression on the face of another noble who was close to his power. Color.

"go."

...

"Arnold, did you see that? After your official decrees were issued, those nobles found that they could not stop you from continuing to change the law, and they will make new changes. Now that nobles are ready to leave our country collectively, what are you going to do?"

In the palace shrouded in darkness, Fernand, with a blue face, was filled with death, looking at the young boy sitting on the throne and asking.

"If you don't plan, let them go. Let them go if they want to leave. It is just that they can leave a place for the new forces in China."

Muria replied in a low voice, his eyes flashed reddish in the darkness, and looked very strange.

"Well? This response is not in the name of your tyrant ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The words of the foolish, they pass on, even if the father said that you should follow along, what I do is really worth it Is it a tyrant? "

"Anyone who opposes his own is destroying people. You guys are not tyrants, so what is a tyrant?" Fernand asked with a smile.

"I'm not killing people in a random way. If I really kill them, then I have killed all the nobles in the country," Muria sighed helplessly,

"I just kill the people who not only verbally oppose, but also those who actually want to obstruct my reform, and I let go of those who oppose verbally."

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