Distraught, Benito paced the balcony whispering.

For two days the nobles had been pressing him for surrender. On the morning of the first day, he beheaded the first person who said he would surrender; on the afternoon of the first day, he skinned two people.

It was the same the next day, and there were still as many shouting people. He found three people who were usually against him, skinned them for treason, and hung them outside the castle for public display.

Today, there are still people who are not convinced

hell

They don't know that if they don't surrender, it won't be their turn to die, but if they openly fight against them in front of themselves, they will die immediately? Where did this group of nobles get their guts from? They should be the most cowardly men in the country--the most useless cowards! It seems to be the same now. They are still cowards, and they dare not even fight against the Franks, and even want to cede the part north of the Mediterranean Sea to Franks directly... You must know that the Franks have not even reached the seaside yet! But dare to take the risk of death in front of yourself?

Who gave them the courage? Benito gritted his teeth, and slapped the railing hard with his giant bear-like heels. He exhaled deeply the stagnant air in his chest.

The current safe value is six. Among the nobles who opposed him at present, there are still six people who have no status, and they are useless to change or maintain the situation of the war. How can they beheaded to demonstrate. If you haven't suppressed it, you can only take a step back.

Damn it, it was soft at first.

If I had known this earlier, I should have cut off the heads of ten people on the first day. After realizing that this is their bottom line, they will definitely be honest. The first person to say that they surrendered must be the work of the Franks. Benito knew it all. In the end, at first he was counting on these idiots to react, but instead he made them see his weakness...

However, they guessed right.

I really didn't dare to kill all the callers in one go - that would only make them rebel directly.

Where did they get the courage? Obviously, it has been a long time since I forced them. He even had Hildigard court them. A group of people were recruited, but except for that group of people, the others rebelled in one go.

Did the news leak out? Or some of those people are traitors. "Your Majesty. Just as Benito was frowning and thinking, Hildigard walked quickly from outside the hall.

Benito immediately went up to him and roared loudly, "Have those witches spoken? What's going on!"

"They still say they don't know.

Hildigard said in a deep voice: "They are willing to swear that Benito roared like a furious beast: What the **** is that demonic weapon?! I don't know the material, I don't know the blueprint, at least tell me What effect does it have! They don't even know this!

"If you don't know, let them ask! Let them ask in their dreams, and everyone will go! I will hang myself if I can't ask from tomorrow! I didn't raise them to be gods!" He said here, suddenly He paused and asked, "What about Arya? Does she have any information? "The message from Aaliyah claims...

Hildigard hesitated, and said, "King Solomon told her that King Stone must be very busy now, and he doesn't even know where his enemies are."

"As soon as I know it! I know it!

Benito's eyes lit up, and he cursed: "Sure enough, there is a traitor... There is a spy! Hurry up and find him. Hildigard! Only you can believe me now!"

"Yes. The hunter in the green armor replied in a deep voice: "Do you have any other orders? "Shi Wang paused, and was silent for a long time.

His voice became a little hoarse: "Do you think I am right? In the face of war, all voices of injustice in the country must be eliminated in order to ensure that orders can be issued accurately... and the area south of the Po River and the Danube River is of great significance to our strategy. , not just the value of a little land "I don't understand what you said, Your Majesty. "

The green armored hunter said softly.

I don't care either. he thinks.

. …let it go. I asked a stupid question.

Benito was silent again, and waved his hand to signal him to go down: "Remember to find out, who is the spy?" He paused and said, "There is no need to kill the witch. Just pretend I told a joke earlier.

"Not a very funny joke, Your Majesty.

"Come on, come on down.

Benito raised the corner of his mouth, and drove off the old-fashioned green armor hunter for the third time.

He turned his head and looked blankly at the courtyard where only the gardener was watering in a daze—in order to prevent leaks, he had temporarily dismissed most of the servants.

"It's all stupid

After a long silence, he let out a long sigh. After that, Benito stood on the windowsill for a long time, thinking a lot. It wasn't until the sun was setting that Ana in the distance yelled to return, and the corners of his mouth finally rose. After Hildigard, who showed a trace of sincerity, left, he walked skillfully to a dark room. If Benito saw this scene, he would be extremely surprised-the nobles who were appeased by him and the nobles who opposed him actually gathered together.

And those nobles who were executed by him sat in it alive!

"Our Majesty is still unwilling to make peace.

Hildigard sighed deeply, and sat in the middle of the crowd's expectant or disappointed eyes: "I suggest that you let the substitute act.

"Thank you, Lord Hildigard, Marquis Lanno, said in a low voice: "If it weren't for the magic spell you gave us, there would probably be a third of us already."

"My lord, you shouldn't have said anything nice to that bastard!"

A strong middle-aged nobleman slammed the table hard, and shouted angrily: He doesn't care about killing those few more people at all! I obviously only said things that were neither serious nor serious, but he pushed me out and skinned me. This must be the bastard's revenge! Just because I advised him last time, "He doesn't treat us as subjects, and we won't regard him as king either.

A middle-aged man with thinning hair whispered: "The Franks are thin but not...their wisdom is their most powerful weapon. If we continue to fight, even if we can win, there will definitely not be many left.

They even produced Egyptian trebuchets! "

The Marquis of Lannuo roared in a low voice: "No one knows what this means better than me! Your Majesty, he is comfortable staying here safely, and he doesn't know what that means at all!"

"It means the Franks are stronger than the Egyptians."

Another nobleman added: "I would rather suggest that we turn to King Solomon and surrender. Since he chose the holy name Solomon, he definitely wanted to unify the Roman kingdoms.

"Surrender, we won't get any benefits... it will only be more dangerous.

"Then how about sending that person's head?"

"That would be too flattering. It shows our weakness. We will only be eaten to death after that. After all, the Farks are strong, but we will not be too weak...

"I think," Hildigard hesitated, "you can make one last effort."

"How can you try harder? He has already killed six people, should he kill another six?" Someone couldn't help mocking: "My lord, you are too conservative. People will not change—he doesn't care about us at all." It’s just a group of death row prisoners anyway! Right, everyone!”

"However, speaking of him not caring about our lives.

Another nobleman pondered: Whose life does he care about? "

Suddenly, everyone fell into silence.

"That lion stallion, proof of his prowess.

The middle-aged man with thinning hair muttered in a low voice, "Exactly the same as his wife, except that he can't sleep in his arms at night.

"Since he doesn't care about our lives, let's kill his griffin.

The nobleman said softly: "Although King Solomon is good, we are outsiders after all. We can't win relatives, and maybe we will be deprived of the title. Let him know that we are serious. Don't take us seriously. "Okay" that's it manage."

In the small dark room, the noble council reached a consensus.