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Williams bowed, then glanced at his wife and added: "Remember the Margrave of Bradford, he has always been very supportive of the reform of the imperial system."

Bernard nodded slightly.

Chapter 139: Dawn in Monrovia

The nobles were all shocked.

They had never expected this.

Of course, it was normal that I didn't expect it. After all, who would have thought that the arrogant orc overlord would be killed in battle tonight? (This is the delayed news. In fact, he ran away.)

Duke Villefort said angrily: "Your Majesty! Even Your Majesty cannot act so recklessly! Those letters must be authenticated by experts!"

Bernal: "Then you have room to maneuver, right?"

He smiled and walked slowly around Duke Villefort, like an old farmer selecting livestock at a mule and horse market.

"No, I won't," he said as he walked away, "I won't give you room to maneuver. Wait for Rhett Butler to come back and change his clothes. I will decide your life or death here today."

"But it's the law of the empire!"

"Law!" Bernard shouted, "If you want to mention the imperial law, we will. I have checked the code, and nobles who desert or surrender can be immediately sentenced to death! And now, our war with the orcs is still going on. Although we killed the Overlord, the orc army is still outside the city. This is definitely considered a battle!"

Villefort trembled: "My secretary is resting in the servants' room next door. I want him to come here immediately!"

Bernal snapped his fingers: "Mr. Williams, ask his clerk to come over!"

Williams turned his head and winked at his private army captain, and the captain turned and left.

A moment later, the captain led a middle-aged man wearing glasses in. After seeing the middle-aged man's bald head, a noble lady burst out laughing.

But at this moment, no one noticed the young lady's little gaffe.

The clerk was confused and didn't know what was going on. He looked at Duke Villefort inquiringly, obviously hoping that the Duke could give him some hints about the current situation.

Just as the Duke was about to speak, Bernard interrupted him, "Mr. Secretary, does the Imperial Code provide for the death penalty for deserting a battle?"

The clerk pushed up his glasses. "Of course. Otherwise, how can we maintain the morale of the army? There is indeed such a provision in the Imperial Code."

The Duke of Villefort looked at him with eyes that would have killed the clerk.

Noticing the lord's expression, the clerk pushed his glasses up again and said slowly, "Of course, the premise is that there is solid evidence, and the evidence must be certain."

The Duke of Villefort was still glaring at the clerk with eyes that seemed to want to kill him.

So the bald middle-aged man sighed and said more clearly: "The conclusive evidence shows that this is a space where we can operate, Lord."

Duke Villefort suddenly realized: "Oh, yes! We need solid evidence! If it is just a letter seized from the orc camp by a smuggler, it can't be considered solid evidence! Right?"

He said the last sentence to the nobles who were also sweating profusely. He immediately received a response: "Yes, yes!"

"That's it! Those letters must be authenticated by experts!"

Bernard was about to speak, but Rosalie interrupted, “Father, I believe that the disciple of Gralia’s greatest planeswalker, the supreme wise man who saved the empire, the puzzle solver who cracked the empire’s eternal puzzle, the savior of Cosania, the cracker of the Fetal Movement Palace… uh, and the nemesis of the lich!

"I think the Grand Mage King, who has these titles, can verify the authenticity of these letters!"

Someone among the nobles shouted contemptuously: "You even made up the titles so reluctantly, and look at how many of them are repeated! We don't recognize his appraisal!"

Bernal: I admit it.

As he said this, he took out the voice stone again: "Rhett Butler, make sure the master comes back with you."

Rhett Butler: "No problem. I'll be there with the Master and the members of the Savior Team."

Bernard said happily: "It seems that there will be a foreign envoy to witness this scene!"

Rosalie reminded, "The foreign envoy is fast asleep now. You know that, father."

Bernard remained calm and said, "The salvation team doesn't just have envoys from Kusania. There are also envoys from the Elf Kingdom of Sewulin Forest and the Kingdom of Mountains in the team! There's even an envoy from the Drow Matron!"

Anyway, any race other than humans is an envoy. Now we just have to wait for them to save the world.

After Bernard finished speaking, Duke Villefort was furious: "Your Majesty! Think carefully! If you do this, there will be rebellion!"

At this time, Mr. Williams spoke up: "Rebellion? With the remaining strength of you nobles? The power of the Chamber of Commerce has long surpassed you. Although you are still lords in the territory and can mobilize conscripts, that's all.

"The conscripts won't move in the fall. They have to harvest wheat. It's already the summer solstice."

The dukes were silent.

Someone from the dude side asked, "Dad, are we going to be beheaded?"

No one answered, including his father.

At this moment, the door opened again. However, the person who came in this time was not a messenger, but the great wizard Meier.

The Archmage said with great joy: "Your Majesty! After watching the Master crack the secret of the tower and cast the spell, I now know the secret of the Nine Rings! I am now a Nine Rings Mage! When the orcs attack tomorrow, I will make them pay!"

Bernard looked at Mel and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will treat you as a Nine-ring Grand Mage according to the laws of the Empire."

Mel was a little surprised: "That's it? I can kill the orcs now!"

Rosalie: "It's over."

Mel: "What's over?"

"According to the tactics arranged by the master," Bernard answered on behalf of his daughter, "we have just killed the orc overlord. Although the orc army has not retreated, we can consider the war to be over."

Meier looked at everyone blankly: "It's over? I just mastered the Nine Rings, and there is no chance to use them?"

Bernal: "Yeah. But I think we might have a civil war to fight."

As he said this he looked at Duke Villefort provocatively.

Duke Villefort said to Master Mel: "Master! Since you are a Ninth Ring Mage, please judge for yourself! His Majesty found a smuggler who obtained some forged private communications from the orcs, and he wanted to use this forged evidence to punish us!"

Mel: "Orcs would never do such a thing. If you find a private letter from an orc, it must be true. You might as well say that it was forged by smugglers!"

Duke Villefort was stunned for a moment, then he said immediately: "Yes, it was the smugglers who forged and framed them!"

Mel: "Do you think I'm a fool? That should be written by you, right? Forget it, the master should come with us later, why don't we let him identify those letters?"

Villefort said in a rage: "The master is also in collusion with the dog - Your Majesty! It's obvious!"

Bernal: "You think I don't know that you call me the dog emperor in private? The Shadow Thieves know everything, but they just want to seek balance. After all, the Empire is such a shitty thing, there is nothing safer than balancing the forces of all parties.

"However, Rhett Butler was recommended by the leader of the Shadow Thieves. They have been waiting for the moment of change."

Benar paused, and continued, "The empire is in such a bad state that it is difficult to recover without taking drastic measures. What I am going to do now is the drastic measures that the master has brought to us."

Rosalie asked in confusion, "This was his idea too? Isn't that right? He just wanted to complete the test given by his teacher."

Bernard said confidently: "I asked him about the future of the empire. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he gave me a hint! This is the conclusion the master came to after observing destiny!"

Anyway, the king is not here, so if someone is needed to endorse something, just ask him to do it.

Mel suddenly realized: "The master is the darling of fate, it makes sense."

At this moment, the door of the ballroom opened again.

This time, the ones who came in were Rhett Butler, Rhett Butler's team, and the Savior Team.

Wang sneezed several times in succession when he came in.

Wang: "What? Why am I sneezing like this?"

Rosalie laughed and said, “In Monrovia, that means someone is talking nonsense about you.”

Wang shrugged.

Rosalie: "Welcome back. Can I give you a hug?"

Wang: “Of course, come!”

He spread his arms.

Rosalie trotted over to him and gave him a tight hug.

Wang: "Wait a minute, how come you're hard too? Oh, whalebone. Generally speaking, it's much better than the compacted ones."

Rosalie looked confused.

And Rhett Butler walked towards the emperor with the dimensional bag held high.

His dimensional bag looked nothing like the king's, nor did it have such a strong magical aura. After all, the levels of the two items were too different.

Bernal: "Don't come over here. Don't show these guys your secret correspondence. Just pour it out on the floor so we can see how many there are."

"As you command, Your Majesty." Rhett Butler said as he opened the dimensional bag and turned it over.

As a result, all the private communications in the dimensional bag fell to the ground and formed a "small mountain" on the ground.

Bernard walked forward and immediately saw the letter with the family crest of the Duke of Villefort printed on it. He picked it up and examined it, then suddenly laughed: "Orcs can use letter openers? These letters were all opened with letter openers!"

Wang: "Because the orc overlord is a half-orc who has lived in the human world for more than ten years and has been a slave in the arena, so he has learned the red tape of humans."

Villefort said angrily: "Lies! How can a slave in the arena learn the red tape of human beings?"

Wang: "How should I know? Anyway, he has learned it. He even uses honorifics, and his common language has no accent at all."

Bernal: "Okay, we'll talk about these details later. Master, we are going to do something very important now, something that concerns the future of Monrovia. We can even say that this thing will be the dawn of a new life for Monrovia."

King: "Oh, is this such an awesome thing? Then go ahead. Anyway, we are not in a hurry to set off today. It won't be too late to leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow after the orcs' army collapses on its own."

Duke Villefort: "Didn't you say this was the Master's will? Dog Emperor!"

Bernard: "Come here, Duke Villefort has insulted the emperor in person and defied the royal family. He must be lashed with fifty lashes according to the law. Execute it immediately! Williams, do you have anyone here?"

Williams: “My chamber provides every service you can think of.”

A moment later, Williams's attendants entered the ballroom with whips, racks for holding the victims, and other items.

When he was tied to the rack, Duke Villefort screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but when the flogging officially began, the screams changed from slaughtering a pig to throwing a live pig into boiling water.

With this background noise, Bernal began to read the contents of the private letter.

"Respected Orc Overlord, I heard that your army did not carry out the usual looting, which shows that your army is a completely different army... Humph, when he flatters the Orc Overlord, he is much more professional than he is when he flatters me."

Wang: "He missed an adverbial phrase. It should be 'an army completely different from the past'. The Duke is not well educated."

Bernal laughed loudly: "Yes! Such a person is actually a duke in Monrovia! Master, tell me, how can you manage Monrovia well when you are with such insects?"

Wang: “Indeed, I can’t.”

Bernal put away the letter and handed it to Wang: "Master, I ask you to verify the authenticity of this letter."