Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1102: Hearing

Even if the army was only to disband the viscount and baron armies, it still had a catastrophic impact on the entire noble class of the empire. The nobles of the empire were like an ancient towering tree. Their roots and whiskers were staggered, and their relationships were incomparably complicated. Perhaps an imperial baron or viscount's family was not worth mentioning in the empire. However, above these clans, there was a possibility that they were the upper clans of a certain count or even a marquis. The higher clans gave barons and viscounts protection, while the lower jazz served the higher clans, forming the oldest relationship between the nobles of the empire.

On the surface, the disbanding of the baron and viscount lords did not seem to have much effect, but it was a catastrophic storm for those who could not see the benefits. It caused the originally unanimous interests to diverge. In the short term, it seemed that the families of the Counts and Marquises were not affected much. However, if the time was extended to a hundred years or more, the losses suffered by these families would accumulate a considerable amount under the ruler of time.

As a result, the barons and viscounts were not the ones who rebounded the loudest when the decree was issued. After all, they were too far away from the political core of the empire, so far away that Tangerio could not hear their voices. The most loud opponents were the counts from all over the country. As for the marquises, although they remained silent, they all used their own methods to support those opposing voices. Only a handful of marquises openly supported Tangerio's decision, including Hoey the Iron Spear of the South.

However, there were only a few supporters, and most of them were opponents. As a result, processions and banners wishing for Tangerio to change the decree were everywhere in the capital these past few days. All of this was within the Great Emperor's expectations, so it wasn't long before Daybreak Castle sent out new news that Tangerio would hold a hearing in the palace in five days to hear the objectors' opinions. Not to mention whether the Great Emperor would change the decree because of the pressure, but at least this had eased the mood of the opponents. However, everyone could tell that this storm was far from over.

In the next few days, counts or marquises from Oliska arrived one after another to attend the hearings. This was the first time in the last ten years that so many lords had flooded into the imperial capital. Among the many lords who had arrived in the capital, Marquis Pierre was definitely the one who was the most dissatisfied. However, Marquis Pierre's dissatisfaction did not come entirely from the army, but more from Tangerio's personal signature and an order to send him to Flaming Light City.

The order required Marquis Pierre to cancel all targeting of Dragonspear Town from now on, and to be punished by Tangerio if he forced the townsfolk to migrate. This was a bolt from the blue for Marquis Pierre. He never expected Tangerio to give such an order for those tall men. Afterwards, after many inquiries, he realized that it was Allen who had taken the opportunity of being alone with Great Emperor to make a request on behalf of Dragon Spear Town.

For this reason, Pierre hated Alan to the bone.

In a museum in the imperial capital, Marquis Pierre had just met the two Earls and discussed how he would deal with them at the hearing. Then, a servant would send the Earls away. The fat marquis took a sip of tea himself, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt. If Alan hadn't interfered, Dragon Spear Town would have been surrounded by his troops by now, and then everything would have gone according to his plan, forcing the townsfolk to leave.

But Pierre didn't give them any new land, so these residents would become homeless pitiful people. At this time, Pierre would come up with some wonderful suggestions, such as having these poor people move to his Flaming Light City, and they would be given some land on the edge of the city. Not much, just enough for them to squeeze together, but at least there was a family to head. In return, the blacksmiths of Dragon Spear Town had to serve him unconditionally. This was Peel's real goal. josei

He had long since taken a fancy to the Alpine race's spear-forging techniques. These stubborn fellows were able to forge excellent spears. If they operated properly, they could sell for three or even five times the price. After driving the Gao Cang blacksmiths to his own city, Pierre enjoyed the free labor, and he was scheming for the best. Unfortunately, Alan's appearance made his abacus fail. Marquis Pierre was rather unlucky. Before this, he had discovered a vein of frost soul crystals in the Frost Ridge Mountain Range, and his engineers had sworn that it was only a side vein. If he were to follow the vine and touch the melon, he might be able to touch the main veins that were rich in resources.

However, after Marquis Pierre built a secret mine, he was attacked by the Shadow Demon. The Frost Ridge Mountain Range was not within Peel's territory, so it was impossible for him to mobilize troops to deal with the Shadow Demon. Otherwise, it wouldn't be telling others that there were treasures hidden in that mountain that had been acknowledged to be barren since ancient times. Pierre didn't want to share the spoils with anyone, so he could only postpone this matter and attack Dragon Spear Town instead.

This connection plan went bankrupt, and not long ago, Flaming Light City was attacked by a group of unknown creatures. Now that the Imperial Cut had been issued, the fat marquis had lost a lot of weight.

"It'll work out." Pierre murmured, "Isn't there still that lord …"

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and Pierre said unhappily, "Who is it? I don't see that I'm bored!"

"What a temper. Dear Lord Pierre, what is it that bothers you so much?" A mocking voice sounded from outside the door. No matter if Peel agreed or not, the person directly pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing the familiar black hair, Pierre's heart jumped. He jumped up and cried out, "My lord, why are you here? I have no news at all."

"I'm here to give His Majesty a pleasant surprise. If even you know, what kind of surprise is there?" The dignified looking man smiled faintly.

Pierre's heart skipped a beat.

It was soon the day of the hearing, and Alan put on his earl's robe and followed Julian into the carriage to Mount Dawn early in the morning. Edward accompanied him. He would sit in with Alan as a baron, and would present Tangerio with a consent form for the military cutting. This was Julian's arrangement, and Edward had no objection to it. Originally, Laura wanted to be Alan's bodyguard, but this hearing did not allow the knight to bring the bodyguard into the arena, so Laura could only dismiss this attention.

Early in the morning, there were a lot of traffic lined up in front of Dawn Palace. Even Prince Julian did not receive any special treatment and could only follow behind the other carriages to be examined by the palace guards. By the time he entered the palace, he had already reached the Heavens, causing him to be delayed for quite some time. The venue was arranged in Victorious Return Palace. Alan had already come to this palace for the third time, but the purpose of each visit was different.

Today, Tangerio's personal guard, the King's Sword, was guarding the entrance to the Victorious Return Palace. The brightly armored guards scrutinized every admitter to ensure that they did not bring weapons or guards with them.