Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Neos was very satisfied with her expression: "...and in the same way, I will let his mother bring warriors to your house,

How your husband or son will be judged depends on how much and what you have found?

Of course, the more found, the greater the chance of survival. "

"It's all up to the adults." The fat woman nodded respectfully.

"Of course, don't worry, we will never let any bad guy go, but we will never wrong any good guy." Neos said seriously.

"I believe in the eyes of adults."

Neos shook his head and smiled softly.

"No, you can't trust me, you have to trust Her Lady Queen, she is the one who decides everything."

(Second more)

Chapter 73 Chapter 72 The Queen's Most Faithful Servant

When the first snowflakes fell in Britain, the island town, Winchester, gradually became bloody.

In front of the huge house was an open space, on which were piled up boxes of gold and silver, swords, armor, and hundreds of slaves gathered together, looking around timidly.

The crowd gathered around to watch, either amazed or cursed loudly.

"Is that all?" the warrior asked the fat woman.

"No, there are grain warehouses by the river, cattle, sheep and horses, and more slaves are there." The fat woman said.

The samurai nodded, indicating that he understood, and then ran to report to the leader.

The fat woman wanted to ask how the dead ghost of her family was doing, if she could let him go now, but after thinking about it, she still hesitated.

She looked at the pile of belongings in the open space and imagined the same situation in front of her own house.

Immediately there was no guilt in my heart.

But the point of doubt is that she doesn't remember that there are so many swords and armor in this man's house.

Turning around, looking somewhere, as if looking for an answer.

And just above the small building not far away, a figure was also looking at this place coldly.

After listening to his subordinates' report, Turner finished counting the final property, holding the list in his hand, turned and walked towards the figure.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw a silver-haired man in a white robe, sitting in front of the window and looking out. He was thin and thin, and his jade-like skin made people subconsciously feel cold.

The girl stood behind him silently, without saying a word.

Countless major events in this city are planned out of such a scene.

Turner didn't have the courage to break this scene, so he just stood quietly at the door, waiting for him to call him.

Nios didn't see him, but concentrated on looking at the gathered crowd, seeing them mournful, cursing, gesticulating, he couldn't help chuckling, with an indescribable ridicule.

"How ironic,"

He whispered: "Everyone says they hate privileges and hate the rich, but when the person who owns the wealth becomes himself, he will be complacent; when he enjoys the privilege, he will be complacent again.

The so-called hating privilege is nothing more than hating that privilege is not in one's own hands. "

A gust of wind blew outside the window, and fine snow fell.

Neos lowered his eyes and turned his head, and smiled in surprise in an instant: "Turner, you are finally here."

Unconsciously, Turner was a little scared, pursed his lips, and went forward to offer the wax tablet: "Master Neos, we have already counted all the property."

Fei took it blankly, turned around and sent it to Neos.

Neos didn't look at the list, but continued to look out the window, as if the noise of the crowd was more interesting than millions of gold and silver.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "Since the money has been received, then let him go."

"Yes." Turner bowed.

"But those who find the sword cannot be released. We need to stand up, we need to warn the monkeys, and we need to use blood to make the rest of us fear us,"

Nios said lightly: "So tomorrow morning, take them to the square, let Queen Boudica read the crimes, and directly behead them for public display."

So is this the reason why I deliberately put weapons into these people's homes?

Turner nodded as he thought to himself, "Understood."

Then he asked again: "What about those slaves?"

"Let them go first, tell them that they are free, and I will make arrangements later." Neos replied casually without hesitation.

Turner let out an "oh", didn't dare to ask any more questions, and left.

Nios looked at his back for a while, thought for a moment, and got up.

"Come on, let's go to the jail."

......

The cell was dark and cramped.

The fat man finally compromised, and sat down on the wet ground, leaning against the wall, rubbing his calf.

A pair of small eyes stared straight at the ceiling.

Sitting on the rotten and dirty ground was already his bottom line, and he felt that he would never be able to sleep on it, so for the sake of his last decency, he insisted on staying up all night.

But the body is getting lower and lower, the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and the bottom line is slowly moving down.

It is estimated that tomorrow he will be able to eat and live here without psychological pressure.

At the end of the aisle, the sound of chains twitching/moving sounded again, noisy and piercing.

The outer cell door was opened, and in the dazzling sunlight, a white figure slowly walked along the aisle.

That silver hair is very conspicuous.

The fat man could tell who it was at a glance.

"So it is, Lord Neos..." He smiled, his round face puffed up, as if he was laughing at himself.

Neos looked up at the cell, looked around, and said, "It seems that you have adapted well."

"Human, as long as he can survive, what can't he do?" The fat man got up unsteadily, and approached the wooden fence.

"Oh, really?" Neos raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, money can be lost, but life cannot be lost."

"So you know why I came to you?" Neos asked calmly.

"I know, I know..."

The fat man smiled and nodded: "I also know that you, my lord, actually came for us from the beginning, what kind of common people, what kind of food collection,

I just begged for a little money from us, but I didn't want to be too ugly, I wanted to get it in a more glamorous way, so as not to spoil other people's mouths. "

"What about now, do you know what I think now?" Nios was not angry, but there was a sense of appreciation in his words.

"My lord, are you trying to win me over?" The fat man was a little proud.

"Interesting, I've collected all your money, why should I win over you, a poor man with no money or food?" Neos laughed, emphasizing the latter word.

"Because you are not short of money, my lord!" the fat man said firmly.

Neos was silent, narrowing his eyes with a half-smile.

"You have just arrived in this city, you have just become independent, and you have no foundation!"

The fat man smiled as if grasping at straws: "That's why you insist on setting up an agency responsible for catching criminals and enforcing the law!

That's why you have to work hard to drive a wedge between us businessmen! "

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Nios's sleeve, and yelled frantically: "So what you need, sir, is someone who is loyal to you and who can be used!"

Fei frowned and was about to make a move.

Neos shook his head to stop her, and gently broke free from the fat man's hand: "Even if you say so, why should I use you?"

"Because, because..."

The fat man was dumbfounded and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Neos' words seemed to pour a basin of ice water on his head.

Yes, why do people have to use themselves? There are so many obedient people, and there is no shortage of him.

"So, you get the idea."

Neos took a deep look at him, with a dark smile: "...the only thing you should understand now is not whether we lack people."

Deep fear penetrated into the bottom of my heart, and the little cleverness and little pride of the fat man were completely shattered.

He closed his mouth and looked at the silver-haired man obediently.

"What you should understand is..."

Nios whispered, like the devil speaking: "You are the one who needs us, and we don't need you."

The fat man trembled slightly, his fat lips trembled, his face turned pale, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes... yes, I understand, my lord."

"very good."

Neos nodded with satisfaction: "Then, you only need to know one thing."

"You, you speak."

"You will eventually get the original wealth, you will eventually get the power you want, and you will even become a new privileged class, as long as you are obedient."

"Listen, listen to what you say?" the fat man subconsciously said.

"No! It's the queen's words!"

Nios sternly said: "Because in the future, everything you have will be given by the Queen!

As long as the queen is here, there will always be a mouthful of food for you!