Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Gustav recalled the contents of the letter, a jolt running through him as realization dawned.

Soren actually intended to forge these convicted officials into Shadow Guards, but their battlefield wasn't lurking in the darkness as the strongest shield, but on the smoke-filled battlefield as the strongest spear.

He knew the ins and outs of the Shadow Guards, deeply aware of their prowess.

The thought of these convicted officials, after undergoing Shadow Guard training, transforming into a Ghost Special Operations Battalion on the battlefield, made Gustav gasp, a chill running down his spine.

Soren's ambition and determination were palpable; he wanted to push this decapitation operation to its extreme.

Gustav could sense that Soren was trying to completely rewrite the rules of the battlefield through these convicted officials.

This must be his realization from the series of assassinations he'd faced recently.

Gustav felt no alarm at Soren's soaring ambition, but instead gladly accepted his request—to hand over the training authority of the Ghost Special Operations Battalion to the Shadow Guards.

He secretly gloated, because such a powerful fighting force would ultimately be firmly in the hands of him, the emperor, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of security.

How could such solid power make him suspicious of Soren?

“His Highness the Crown Prince regards the Ghost Special Operations Battalion as the trump card on the future battlefield.”

The officials understood this in their hearts, but dared not easily express it.

Brell, however, stood up without hesitation, fully supporting the Crown Prince's decision.

He knew the Crown Prince's skill in military strategy, coupled with the Ghost Special Operations Battalion's bravery, would be invincible and unbeatable on the battlefield.

“Your Majesty, I second the proposal!” Brell's voice was firm and resounding.

Neumann followed closely behind, expressing his support for the Crown Prince's decision without hesitation: “I also second the proposal!”

Horns and Reineske also expressed their support for the Crown Prince's decision without a word.

The empire's four important ministers were unanimous in their opinions; their unity and support added weight to the Crown Prince's decision.

Faced with such a strong support lineup, the other officials could not find any reason to deny it.

At that moment, Shelby, the patriarch of the Vera family, stood up inappropriately, breaking the peace in the court.

“Your Majesty, I have important matters to report!” His voice echoed in the court.

Gustav frowned slightly; he had already heard the rumors and knew what Shelby wanted to say, so he opened his mouth impatiently: “Soren has already reported to me that this group of northwestern nobles have lost their chivalrous spirit in both their character and behavior. Gentlemen, what do you think of this matter?”

Although Gustav was asking all the officials, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Shelby Vera, intending to remind him not to act rashly and make trouble.

Regarding Karim's actions, looting the villages of neighboring lords and plundering the population had already spread like wildfire in the court.

If other lords followed suit, the empire's order would be in chaos. This bad precedent must not be set.

Neumann had long heard of this and was very dissatisfied. He stepped forward decisively, his voice firm: “Your Majesty, nobles should have the honor of nobles, and knights must abide by the duties of knights. For those who have lost both, they are not worthy of being called nobles, let alone retaining the title of knight.”

Shelby's heart tightened when he heard this, and just as he was about to retort, he heard Jackson, the patriarch of the Crodo family, also loudly echoing: “What the Secretary of State said is very true. Those nobles who disregard their own honor and have no chivalrous spirit should be demoted to commoners.”

Shelby's heart sank, knowing that the situation could not be reversed.

Subsequently, several other officials stood up to support this view, and the atmosphere in the court became more and more tense.

Without giving Shelby any room for rebuttal, many officials expressed their support for Neumann, as they clearly did not want the situation to escalate.

After all, almost none of the descendants of these vocal officials were flawless, and once investigated, their flaws would inevitably be revealed.

For them, the honor of nobles and the spirit of knights were often just beautiful words on the lips, and few really cared.

On the surface, they still had to maintain their reverence and respect for these ideas.

Whoever dared to openly defend the interests of the noble class would be asking for trouble.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shelby cursed Karim in his heart, but his face instantly piled up with a professional smile, his face-changing speed comparable to the Sichuan opera stunt.

“Oh, Minister Neumann is really insightful!” he praised, then changed the subject and said righteously: “Speaking of this Karim Vera, he is really a scoundrel among scoundrels. Your Majesty, this kind of person must not be condoned, and must be severely punished, lest he ruin the reputation of the Vera family.”

Shelby's 180-degree turn stunned everyone present.

Some people couldn't help but mutter in their hearts: “This Shelby really changes his face faster than flipping a book, and he can throw away his own junior to protect himself. His character is really… visible at a glance.”

Soren smiled slightly and replied: “Purple melons have a high yield and are resistant to storage, which is indeed a good choice. But to achieve a good harvest, we still need careful management to ensure fertile soil and sufficient water.”

Viscount West nodded in agreement. He took a deep breath of the fresh air in the fields and sighed: “Yes, this land is our foundation. No matter how the situation changes, we must protect this land.”

The two walked and talked, inadvertently coming to a piece of newly ploughed land.

Soren squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, and examined it carefully.

“This soil is more barren than expected. If we want the purple melon yield to reach the expected level, we still have to find ways to improve the soil fertility,” Soren said, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

After hearing this, Viscount West couldn't help but admire Soren's knowledge.

After all, purple melons were discovered by His Highness the Crown Prince and are being promoted on a large scale around the imperial capital. In fact,

only the northwest has begun large-scale planting in the provinces of the fief.