Successors of all mankind

"This matter has been a misunderstanding from the very beginning, Your Excellency Robespierre. I assure you, there will be no problem with settlement number 386!"

In fact, given the situation, he had no choice but to move on...

This should have been a very simple task.

But then Robespierre appeared.

"Then I have no further objections."

After receiving Yu Le's reply, Shen Ji made his final ruling.

"Therefore, this court declares the ruling closed. You, Doron Hudson, shall immediately settle the compensation on the spot. Sister, please confirm that this process is without error."

Old Hudson swallowed hard and said:

"Okay, no problem at all! I'll arrange it right away."

With that, he prepared to leave, trembling, supported by the knight.

But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said fiercely to the baron:

"Then, Your Excellency, may I leave now?"

Having preemptively blocked the courthouse, preventing old Hudson from going berserk, the Baron bowed and smiled:

"Of course, you can come and go as you please at the Nur Court!"

Once he left the slave court, old Hudson began directing his men to collect compensation.

This would severely damage the Hudson family, and they might even have to consider their son's incompetence and worthlessness.

The old man even suspected that after his death, the Hudson family would be devoured by the ravenous slaves, Noel.

But all that is in the future; what matters now is the present!

Robespierre's compensation, the unknown enemy searching for the killer, and our plans...

Damn it, why did so many things pile up at once?

And each one is more deadly than the last.

The old man felt a sudden dizziness.

Finally, he managed to sit up on the sofa with difficulty.

Then, the old man's gaze involuntarily fell behind him and landed on the dark gold gift box.

After hesitating for a long time, the old man opened Pandora's box!

Before the mocking voices from inside could even ring out.

The old man then said:

"I ask you, if I wanted to kill Robespierre who came here alone, how would I do it? And how could I get Hudson out of the picture?"

"Oh? You weren't asking me how to deal with the person who's about to find you? Oh! Your people are selling off their assets, my God, you've messed with a Robespierre?"

The jester-like voice paused for a moment, then spoke with great interest:

Tell me, what exactly happened in such a short time? Make me happy!

The old man didn't hide anything, and he had many questions he wanted to ask.

After explaining in detail, the old man asked the demon in the box:

"Tell me, just how high is the purity that would make Shenji so biased towards the other side? And tell me, what can such a person's flesh and blood be exchanged for!"

Hudson would take back everything he spat out from the other person's corpse!

At this point, the old man even laughed:

"You must be very happy to be involved with such a high-ranking noble. You're probably going to use this to unleash another terrible nightmare on the world!"

The blue information stream kept flashing by.

But the final answer was:

“What a stupid guy. You have no chance of extricating yourself from this situation. You even have to be more concerned about that person's safety than anyone else. Because if anything happens to him now, you'll be the first to be suspected!”

"If I'm going to work with an idiot like you, then please throw me away. I have no interest in counseling pigs."

The old man frowned deeply:

"Is there really no way at all? You have no idea how much he has caused me!"

The mocking voice rang out again:

"If I were truly so omnipotent, then you filthy aliens would never have the chance to speak to me; I would have wiped you all out long ago!"

"So, abandon your illusions, pause your revenge, and even find a way to protect that person to safeguard your own 'stance.' Ah. Just make yourself like a dog that's been beaten so badly that it's afraid to bite!"

"Only in this way can you achieve your wishes in the future!"

The old man, who had caught the unspoken message, pressed on:

"How long do I have to wait? He almost killed my only child!"

"Oh, it won't be long, trust me, it'll be quick!"

Having received the assurance, old Hudson finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, he would definitely have chosen to swallow this.

After all, Hudson couldn't afford to offend Robespierre, even though he was an overseas nobleman.

But now, he has obtained Pandora!

To put it bluntly, he even has the potential to change the course of the world!

Stepping out of his house, old Hudson, carrying a large amount of compensation, suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked towards the city wall.

There was a group of people hanging there, or rather, a group of corpses.

At a glance, old Hudson recognized one of them.

"The tribunal for the people? How did he die? Who hanged him?"

Then, old Hudson, realizing what was happening, exclaimed in astonishment:

"Who's here?"

The knight who was being questioned finally belatedly received the notification.

"Sir, it's the tribunal; she's arrived ahead of schedule!"

Chapter 46 Lake Blue

Old Hudson raised his head, his gaze passing over the still-swaying corpses on the city wall and landing on the retro-style luxury carriage that had entered the slave town of Nor.

Compared to the vehicles of that era, this carriage appears quite small, but it far surpasses them in terms of refinement.

Both the Four Pillars and the Royal Family have similar carriages.

Moreover, they are all human heritage, and are undoubtedly sacred objects.

All the nobles in the world longed to own such a carriage to display their status and prestige.

Unfortunately, this thing is not only extremely rare, but even if you do get it, those who are not qualified will not be recognized by the machine spirit and will not even be allowed to set foot on it.

There were no badges on the car body, only a small flag on the front – silver background, embroidered with a scale and a rose.

The scales represent the tribunal for the people, and the rose represents family background.

The House of Windsor, one of the four pillars of the kingdom.

"Shouldn't the tribunal be several more days away?" Old Hudson asked a pointless question.

The knight hesitated and said, "I don't know either, sir. Maybe... she doesn't want to watch our performance."

"Everyone else is doing the same thing, yet she insists on doing these things. She's really gone mad. No wonder the once-powerful Four Pillars of Society has been reduced to a tribunal!"

The knight was greatly alarmed:

"Sir, watch your words! This is not home!"

Although the House of Windsor still retains its status as a four-pillar family and the title of Duke, the Tribune is still recognized by the Kingdom as the heir to the Duke of Windsor.

But everyone knows that the Windsor family only has these titles left.

Their fiefdoms were taken away, their bloodlines withered, and even the most important genetic purity declined drastically.

The fact that they can still maintain their foothold in the capital and preserve their nominal prestige is entirely due to the influence of the first Duke of Windsor.

Therefore, even an insignificant nobleman dared to ridicule a duke.

But all of this is based on one condition—never bring it out into the open!

Otherwise, you're not laughing at a pitiful creature who lives off the shadow of his ancestors, but at the face of the entire kingdom and the four pillars themselves.

The Windsor family is no longer in power, but the other three families are doing just fine, and the royal family still firmly controls the entire dynasty.

Old Hudson certainly knew all this, but he really couldn't hold back anymore.

That damned divine mechanism caused the Hudson family to lose their only sacred relic, crippling the family's fortunes.

An unknown mortal enemy could kill Hudson at any moment.

His part of the plan was also completely ruined by the damned Robespierre.

Now another tribal chief is causing trouble. Even with his shrewdness, he feels dizzy and disoriented.

But when the tribune's carriage actually arrived before him, he immediately put on a different face—respectful, humble, and even with a hint of heartfelt humility.

The Windsor house is now just an empty shell, but it remains something they look up to.

Moreover, the power of the tribunes of the people is theoretically too great.

Although the actual power of the tribunes has been decreasing since the first tribunes.

But this person is different; she is not only the tribunal in name, who can forcibly investigate and even judge any noble at any time.

Most importantly, her last name is Windsor!

These two factors combined mean that she might even be able to recapture the pinnacle of power as a tribunal on certain occasions.

Both were nobles, but their social classes were worlds apart.

The tribune didn't even show himself; he remained inside the carriage and addressed old Hudson below:

"Acting Governor Hudson, right?"

This is why the Baron's faction is so fixated on him.

The interests represented by a local governor are too great! Even if he is just an agent!

Old Hudson quickly lowered his head:

“I dare not. I have not been appointed by the royal family. I was merely chosen by everyone to temporarily manage the slaves of Nor and to be responsible for taxes in place of the governor. Once His Majesty appoints a real governor, all of this will have to be returned.”

The sounds from the carriage were flat and monotonous, merely a faint response:

“His Majesty has not objected, so there is no problem with what I said. Therefore, Governor-General, the Tribunal neglected his duties, and I executed him for that reason. Is there any problem?”

“Of course, no problem!” Old Hudson quickly replied.

"Also, I've noticed that the poor people under your jurisdiction are suffering greatly. What are your plans?"

Old Hudson felt a sense of disdain.

He knew that the other party must have seen the entire situation of those lowly people outside, and he also knew that this was a way for the other party to give him face.

But he knew even more clearly that neither he nor the other party knew that nothing could change that.

Everyone is just maintaining this ridiculous facade—when you come, we go through the motions; when you leave, everything goes back to normal.

How boring! I heard that the Third Divine Strategist has become increasingly silent. Why is he still sticking to this charade?

"Ah, please rest assured, I have a practical solution to all of this, and I believe it will soon make things much better for these poor people."

“I’ll be watching, Governor.”

After saying this, the owner inside the carriage closed his eyes helplessly.

Just as old Hudson thought, she couldn't change anything.

No nobles cared about these lower-class people.