blackstone code

Chapter 1281 The End of an Era
The Privy Council was rarely deserted, and the little count looked at the sparse nobles with a mocking expression on his face.

"They are not united at all..." He turned to look at Lynch, "I heard that many of them are busy with some things, they are more soft-hearted than we imagined!"

"I thought they'd hug each other and go storm the palace..."

No matter whether the nobles admit it or not, without the stop of the big nobles, no matter what they do, they lack some strength, including fighting against the royal family.

The great nobles seldom end up, and although they have provided a lot of help, there seem to be not many real and practical things.

Seeing that the day of abolishing privileges is getting closer, what the nobles do most during this period is not to unite and discuss how to forcefully win the game, but to deal with the broken things at hand.

Among the privileges of the nobility, the most distinctive is the redemption system, and the scapegoat system...

The redemption system mostly occurred in the Middle Ages. During the war, nobles were often caught by mistake, but they were not worried at all. Because of the existence of the redemption system, even hostile nobles could not kill those who surrendered.

They had to entertain them with food and drink, until the other party's family sent the gold coins for redemption, and then sent the person back.

After all, the number of nobles who died on the battlefield was small. Some people think that this system caused the violent temper of the nobles in the Middle Ages. War was declared because of a trivial matter. For them, failure was nothing more than paying a little gold coin.

But they can breathe a sigh of relief, and that's the most important thing.

The scapegoat system occurred in modern times.

When the nobles still had fiefdoms, they were the ones with the most power in their own territories. They made laws, so they themselves would not be punished.

But with the development of society and the development of the empire, the privileges of the nobles shrunk for the first time, and the nobles also began to abide by the law, but it was the code of the nobility, not the code of the empire.

In order for the nobles to hand over those privileges honestly, the royal family at that time added a privilege to the nobles, which was the scapegoat system.

If they commit a crime - they were the makers of the law, and now they are the enforced.

Then the nobles have the right to let people replace themselves and be punished. Some people think that this is the redemption system in the new era, but in any case, it exists so bizarrely.

When the aristocratic court believes that the nobles have violated the noble code and need to be punished with certain punishments such as caning, which will hurt people, including beheading, etc., they can have people serve the sentence for themselves.

On the contrary, imprisonment, servitude, and exile cannot be scapegoated.

It sounds a bit nonsense, but to put it simply, a bloody trial result can be used as a scapegoat.

Those who are not bloody but belong to political punishment cannot be substituted.

It is precisely because the nobles have these two privileges of the summer festival, that they have no concept of crime, or they don't care whether they have committed a crime at all.

And what they are doing now is to arrange for people to substitute for the crimes they may have had before as soon as possible before the privilege is abolished...

That's why the little earl laughed at them, they always think of themselves first.

Lynch agreed with the little earl's statement, "People are selfish. In special cases, people will always act in their own favor. I told you about this kind of behavior before..."

For the nobles, no one knows what will happen in the future, but if everything is really over, if they don't clean up the past now, maybe they will be unlucky soon.

Gafla has no problem with new laws and old cases.

Lynch paused as he spoke, "I'm going back to the Federation in a few days, you'd better go back to Amélia as soon as possible..."

"In such a hurry?" The little count was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bit reluctant.

He always learned a lot with Lynch that he couldn't learn without Lynch around.

For example, what Lynch told him about "human selfish behavior", no one else would pass on knowledge to him so simply and transparently before.

His title is the highest among his group of people. Sometimes even if he does something wrong or does not do well, others will not talk about him, let alone tell him what to do.

Only Lynch, which made the little earl unable to hold back, "Aren't you going back with us?"

Lynch shook his head, "No, I have a lot of things with the Federation, maybe you don't know, my mother was brought to court by the prosecutor..."

The little count was shocked. In his eyes, Lynch was like a god. It was unbelievable that his mother would be sued.

Looking at his stunned look, Lynch smiled and waved his hands, "It's all small things, but I have to go back..."

Knowing that he couldn't stay, the little count could only sigh, "Well, I hope you can solve these problems smoothly."

"Next... what do you think the situation here will be like?"

Lynch smiled slightly, "Who knows?"

The day passed quickly, and this night, countless people suffered from insomnia.

Including the emperor, including the prime minister, including the great nobles and... the captain of the front line.

After dawn tomorrow, the fate of the Gefla Empire will go in a direction that no one knows...

At seven o'clock in the morning, just before dawn, the major got up and started working.

Today, there were a lot of policemen on the square outside the palace. When he approached, two policemen came over and searched him.

There is no doubt that there is nothing illegal on him, only a dozen or so dollars in his body, and two badly worn keys.

But even so, the police still did not let the major in. Instead, they called the person in charge of the square outside the palace to confirm that the major had been working here for a while before allowing the major to enter.

"Why are there so many people today?" He asked in a low voice, as if he didn't want to speak loudly because of the cold.

What the fuck kind of logic is this?

But the supervisor didn't seem to care, and his answer was a kind of confession and complaint in a sense.

"Ghost knows, do you know what time I got up today?"

"What time is it?"

"Five o'clock!", the supervisor yelled loudly, today's weather looks pretty good, it snowed again yesterday afternoon, it fell until midnight, today should be a sunny day.

His words naturally spread far and wide, and some policemen looked away after seeing him.

"Five o'clock...", the supervisor sighed, "This is the earliest time I wake up in my life."

"Listen, I'm in a bit of a mood right now, you go to your place and clean up the new snow, then do what you like, just don't bother me, understand?"

The major nodded, and went to the utility room to get the snow removal tools under the watchful eye of the supervisor, and began to clear the snow.

After more than an hour, the square was completely cleaned up, and a cleaner like him could take a rest.

Since Gefra is a power-based country, the exploitation and oppression of capitalists is not serious here, so when a cleaner wants to rest, he can just go and rest.

The major chose a cafe next to the Palace Square to take a break. A cup of hot coffee in such a cold morning, plus cheese-filled burritos, is definitely a perfect breakfast.

In addition to good coffee and delicious burritos, there is also a rooftop here.

It is said to be the roof, but it can actually be said to be the second floor. You can go up from the toilet vent. The top is a triangular spire structure with windows facing the square.

Usually, many cleaners will rest here, so if there is one more person and one less person, no one will find any problems.

And everyone wears the same clothes, which has great concealment.

The major was not worried about his assassination and leaving. The only thing he worried about was whether the submarine would appear or not.

But, regardless of whether it will appear or not, what should be done must still be done.

As usual, he said some irrelevant things to people, pretending to be able to blend in with the crowd, then enjoyed coffee and burritos, and made an appointment with a few colleagues to go fishing on the weekend, and then entered the coffee shop.

He came to one of the toilet cubicles, and easily entered the cubicle on the second floor through the exhaust window.

The weapon was placed in a jar in the corner. No one had been here for a long time, and the dust on the ground near the door remained unchanged, let alone footprints.

He took out the waterproof tarpaulin package from the jar, checked the firearm to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, and began to make the final preparations for shooting.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a lot of nobles had gathered in the square outside the palace, and they kept shouting something into the palace.

At this time, the crowd was quiet for a moment, and the emperor appeared.

What surprised the major was that there were not so many palace guards around the emperor today, leaving him some space.

The emperor said something on the wall to the people below, the people continued to cheer, and the nobles began to get excited.

Some nobles began to rush towards the palace while pushing and shoving. The emperor stood on the city wall without moving, but just looked at those nobles indifferently.

Yes, he will indeed be the last emperor under the Gafla monarchy, but he will also be the first emperor under the new system.

Although he lost part of his power, when the privileges of nobles were almost completely abolished, the royal family became the biggest beneficiary.

Because the royal family also has privileges!

Perhaps he, and the subsequent emperors, cannot personally control the power of this empire, but they can influence this country in other ways!
It even affects the prime minister and ministers, as well as the cabinet.

"We are all cannon fodder of the times, but my cannon fodder is obviously different from yours!"

His Majesty the Emperor looked at the group of nobles storming the palace, and whispered to himself.

He could see that the nobles who were the first to attack the palace had quietly retreated to the middle and rear of the noble group. On the contrary, the nobles who did not move at the beginning, driven by their emotions, had already rushed to the front line.

"We are all victims of the times!"

He sighed softly, and suddenly a gunshot sounded next to his ear, and the time inside and outside the entire palace seemed to stand still at this moment!

(End of this chapter)