Rose Empire

"Oh? Really?" Charlotte snorted. "I have a question that I don't quite understand, Mr. Regbadando..."

Regba Dando could tell something was wrong with Charlotte's tone and he lay on the ground, his whole body tense.

"I don't understand, Mr. Dando." Charlotte's voice gradually turned cold. "I really don't understand why you are asking for mercy? Before you invaded my territory, weren't you mentally prepared to die here? Or do you think my Viscount Lanwan Territory is a place where anyone can come and go as they please?"

"Please, please forgive my offense, sir, I just killed some untouchables..." Legba Dando felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Let him be executed in public tomorrow," Charlotte said, waving her hand.

"No! Don't kill me! Don't..."

Legba Dando struggled emotionally, and as he struggled, the zombies began to move again.

Bang.

Ryan swung the heavy shield again and hit the necromancer hard on the head. The necromancer fainted immediately.

"Hanging or beheading?" Ryan Nasazzi asked Charlotte.

After thinking for a while, Charlotte chuckled and said, "I'm new here, and I'm sure many people don't know that the Viscount Lanwan Territory has a new owner. I'll use this four-winged sorcerer to remind the neighbors..."

Charlotte gave some instructions to Ryan Nasazzi, who took note of Charlotte's words and went to arrange the execution for tomorrow. The other knights and squires began to clean up the battlefield.

The necromancer fell into a coma, and the zombies did not immediately turn back into corpses. In fact, even if the necromancer died, the zombies with stronger strength could still move for a while, but after losing command and control, the zombies would wander aimlessly, and if there were living people around, they would instinctively show strong aggressiveness to the living people.

However, this kind of aggression is what the knights are happy to see. At this time, the zombies no longer know how to dodge attacks, protect their vital parts, or use tools or weapons. They can only bite and scratch like beasts with their teeth and hands. No, this simple and crude attack mode is not even as good as that of beasts. The knights just need to stand there and wait for the zombies to come up one by one and have their heads smashed by the war hammer.

Costa, Adams and other young knights were very happy to fight, and all the frustration they had suffered in the early stages of the battle was released.

However, Celine, who had performed very well in the early stages of the battle, was now blocked by the zombies.

Charlotte was curious about what kind of zombie was so brave, so she dismounted and went to take a look.

As a result, a little girl zombie with a high bun was seen hitting and scratching Celine's big shield with her little hands.

The little girl's hands had no power to hurt the large iron shield.

Celine raised the sword several times, but when she saw the little girl's face, which was no more than five or six years old, she lowered the sword weakly.

"Just leave her alone," said Charlotte.

"But..." Celine hesitated.

"Then put your shield up there," Charlotte suggested again.

"Oh," Celine followed Charlotte's advice, holding the shield upright in front of the little girl and sticking her sword into the dirt to support the shield.

Sure enough, the little girl zombie, which had no intelligence at all, was still scratching the shield woodenly. Her nails and the skin on her fingertips had been completely worn and fallen off, exposing the white finger bones.

Celine was standing nearby and successfully freed herself from the little girl's "restraints", but she suddenly had no desire to fight.

"I..." Celine hesitated.

"Don't you think it's too cruel?" Charlotte laughed.

Celine remained silent, but her tightly bitten lips still revealed her mood.

Charlotte looked up at the bright moon in the sky and let out a sigh: "But this is the true face of this world, ugly and cruel."

On the morning of the second day, the Isthmus of Lanwan was still blocked by the checkpoint, and more and more merchants and travelers were stuck in the Isthmus of Lanwan. Information was transmitted too slowly these days, and many caravans had to rush all the way to Ambratu to learn about the closure of the Isthmus of Lanwan. Once they arrived in Ambratu, they naturally came to the Isthmus of Lanwan unwillingly to take a look - what if it was fake news?

As it turned out, the news was true.

Just as this group of people were blocking the checkpoint and cursing, the barricades were suddenly moved away, and five knights on horseback walked out of the checkpoint. Behind the knights, a team of fully armed servants escorted a prisoner who was pale, had no blood on his lips, and could barely walk.

"Kneel down!" a knight ordered.

The prisoner refused to obey, so the squires hit him on the head with sticks, causing him to roll on the ground.

Then, several servants came forward, picked up five ropes and put them around the prisoner's neck and limbs.

The prisoner struggled desperately, wailing: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I am a four-winged sorcerer, I am the elder of Feidi, I am willing to serve Viscount Lanwan, spare my life, spare my life..."

The merchants who were curious about what these knights were going to do couldn't help showing surprise when they heard such words. They all came forward and wanted to take a closer look at who the prisoner was. They were basically all Sokyans, so how could they not know the name of Feidi?

After five ropes were put around the prisoners' necks and limbs, the other ends were tied to five horses.

The squire knights drove away all the merchants who surrounded them.

Then the five knights drove the horses in five directions at the same time, and the prisoners were pulled off the ground by the forces in five directions.

Before the onlookers had time to figure out what was about to happen, the prisoner was torn into two pieces at the waist with a shrill scream.

Blood, intestines, and internal organs flowed out from the broken abdominal cavity and scattered all over the ground.

Ryan Nasaz, who was riding on a horse, frowned as he looked at the still squirming necromancer. Charlotte told him that the five-horse dismemberment was to tear the head and limbs off the body, but now he didn't know whether it was because of the wrong method or because it was their first time practicing, and they were not good at riding horses, but they actually tore the person into two pieces.

what should we do?

The method given by Miss Charlotte must be correct. This kind of punishment is unheard of and must be a secret of the Melfield family.

That means there is something wrong with your operation!

Should have rehearsed it in advance.

Feeling remorseful, Ryan Nasazzi ordered the necromancer, who had already been broken into two pieces, to be torn apart again, finally separating his head and limbs.

Regba Dando was completely killed.

On the other side, the knights had basically finished their sweep of Niu Ling Village and Qingyu Village, and were preparing to return. You know, there are still thousands of zombies wandering in the hinterland of Viscount Lanwan's territory, and cleaning up these zombies is also a troublesome matter.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Charlotte asked Celine as she mounted her horse.

"I...alright." Celine turned to get her shield and greatsword.

The last zombie in Qingyu Village, the little girl with a sky-high bun, was still scratching Celine's big shield. Her fingers had been completely worn out, with her finger bones falling to the ground one by one, but she was still attacking the shield numbly with her bare palms.

Shilin drew her great sword, bit her lip, and made up her mind to let the little girl rest in peace.

Suddenly, the little girl stopped moving, and her dead eyes seemed to regain some clarity. She turned her head slightly, looked at Celine, and her lips moved silently.

Xilin felt as if she was saying: "Dad..."

Celine's sword failed to fall again, because the girl had fallen on her back and turned into a soundless little corpse again.

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Volume 41: Chapter 37 Chapter Ridiculous Trial

After killing the man, Ryan Nasaz rode away on his horse, looking very cool. Jarrod Garcia was forced to come out to clean up the body parts. Legba Dando's torso and limbs were piled up on the roadside, and his head was hung on a wooden wall with a sign hanging below. On the sign was a line of words: "The fate of stowaways."

The merchants and travelers who were watching were frightened by the bloody scene and turned pale. They pointed at Legba Dando's head and whispered.

Then, the news that a stowaway was torn into pieces at the Lanwan Isthmus gradually spread.

A few days later, the guard at the Lanwan Isthmus checkpoint tore a stowaway into five pieces.

A few days later—Jarrod Garcia shredded a stowaway.

……

dong dong.

Inside the lord's castle, a bare hand knocked on the door of Charlotte's study.

"Come in." Charlotte's voice came from inside the door.

Cecilia pushed the door open with a thick stack of manuscript paper in her arms, but then she stood at the door in a daze.

Charlotte was leaning against a charming girl in disheveled clothes, playing with her unique light blue long hair. Her skirt was also wrinkled, and the silk sash was not tied around her waist, but casually hung on the armrest. There was another girl next to Charlotte, who was even more petite, with a spring face and wet hair hanging at the corners of her lips. She looked about 70% similar to the girl Charlotte used as a pillow. Seeing this, how could Cecilia not know what Charlotte was doing in the study.

"Cecilia, what's the matter?" Charlotte asked.

Cecilia closed the study door and said with a slightly dark face, "It is true that there is something. I have basically completed the work you asked me to investigate the population in the territory. But, Lord Viscount, don't you think it is too rude for you to speak to me like this?"

Charlotte thought for a moment and nodded: "You are right, you can go out."

She patted her skirt, stood up, and motioned the two girls beside her to go out.

Charlotte smiled and pointed to the corner of her mouth. The petite girl seemed to realize something. She licked her lips with her pink tongue and gave Charlotte a charming smile.

These two girls were slave girls that Charlotte bought from Ambratu. It must be said that you get what you pay for. These two little slave girls are not bad looking and are very good at sex. Charlotte had a little fun in the morning and felt refreshed afterwards, sweeping away the fatigue of last night.

The two little slave girls left the study, and Renee stepped forward to help Charlotte put on her clothes that were in a mess. Only then did Cecilia notice the presence of Renee in the study. She really didn't understand how this little maid managed to watch Charlotte's erotic scene without changing her expression.

"Let's get down to business." Charlotte buttoned the last button of her cuffs and sat down at the desk, saying.

Cecilia took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, then she put the manuscript in front of Charlotte with a stern face. "According to preliminary statistics, there are currently more than 17,000 people in the Viscount of Lanwan. This is the number after excluding several southern villages attacked by necromancers. We don't know how many survivors there are in those attacked villages."

There were seven villages attacked by the necromancers. Among these seven villages, Niu Ling Village and Qingyu Village, which were the hardest hit, have no living people left. Survivors may still be found in other villages, but their numbers must be very few.

Charlotte's heart bleeds as she looks at the statistical report in her hand.

If the ratio of old corpses to fresh corpses is calculated at a one-to-one ratio, then Regba Dando has killed at least 4,000 people. The Viscount of Lanwan has lost one-fifth of its population for no apparent reason! Thinking of this, Charlotte wanted to piece together Regba Dando's body and tear it apart again.

"Just cross out the affected villages," Charlotte said, "and move the surviving villagers to other villages in the future."

"Ah."

Cecilia nodded. She also deeply felt the horror of the necromancer. The army of the dead that continued to spread and grow like a plague was simply a nightmare for ordinary people like her. Caught off guard, it would not be difficult for a necromancer to destroy a city by himself.

No wonder not only the church, but also the major empires have always been highly wary of necromancers.

"Not counting the subordinates you brought with you, Viscount Lanwan currently has 95 knights, more than 800 nobles, more than 14,000 civilians, and more than 3,000 slaves..." Cecilia continued.

The so-called nobles in this poor place ruled by Viscount Lanwan are the knights and their families. The knights brought by Charlotte, their fiefs are basically in the Principality of Green Plains, or even the Kingdom of Cato, so they cannot be counted as Lanwan nobles for the time being.

Compared with other regions in the Orlan Empire, the proportion of slaves in the Viscount of Lanwan is relatively small. Of course, this does not mean that the people of Lanwan are more civilized. It can only be said that the southern knights have made great contributions. They sold most of the serfs and even tenants in their territory to the Sokya Peninsula and the Quek Forest, two regions with strong demand for slaves.

"How many subjects do I have now?" Charlotte suddenly asked.

The eight knights were relocated to the north, and the vacated southern territories naturally returned to Charlotte. When the knights left, they could only take their families, slaves, and some hired workers and tenants who were willing to go with them. The remaining civilians in those territories naturally became Charlotte's subjects.

It is a cause for celebration that Charlotte finally has her own subjects.

"Originally there should have been more than 8,000, but now there should only be about 4,000 left," Cecilia replied.

Hearing this, Charlotte couldn't help rubbing her temples again.

Legba Dando fought his way from Qingyu Village to the castle, killing all the subjects along the way who were going to be directly under Charlotte's command.

"Send a message to Robin Mancini later and ask him to find out if Elder Legba Dando of Feidi has any other family members. I want to throw them all into Lan Bay to feed the fish." Charlotte rubbed her temples and gave the order.

Cecilia remained silent and dared not respond.

"Yes." Renee nodded and wrote it down.

"Cecilia, I'm going to mobilize all my subjects to build a market at the location of Yulin Village. This task will be left to you and your men." Charlotte said.

Yulin Village was the former fief of the brothers Eric and Costa Scamario. It was a must-go place on the southern trade route and a place where merchants heading to the Green Plains Principality would usually choose to rest at night. Now this place belongs to Charlotte.

"All the people in the territory? The elderly, the weak, women and children as well?" Cecilia asked doubtfully.

"Yes, the elderly, the weak, women and children also need it." Charlotte nodded.

"But... building a market is a physical job. The elderly, the weak, women and children may not be able to help." Cecilia wanted to persuade Charlotte.

Charlotte stood up and pointed at the map and said, "I plan to build a migrant worker camp here to the west of Yulin Village for the conscripted people to live in. Winter is coming, Cecilia, and I'm sure you've seen that these people have no clothes, no food, and even no shelter from the wind. Gather them together, provide them with shelter and food, and fewer people will die this winter."

"Okay." Cecilia was convinced, but then she hesitated and said, "But I've never been in charge of building a town..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I brought you an assistant from Ambrato," Charlotte turned to Renee and said, "Go find that...what was it called..."

"Jonathan. Jonathan Hackman." Renee rolled her eyes.

The two little slave girls remembered clearly the master architect who claimed to have participated in the construction of Feidi, but their young lady almost forgot about him.

"Well, go and call Mr. Jonathan Hackman." Charlotte didn't feel embarrassed at all and continued to give orders.

Renee took the order and left, and soon brought Jonathan Hackman, who still looked haggard even though the slave's shackles had been removed, to the study.

"Greetings, Lord Viscount." Jonathan Hackman already knew the true identity of the master who bought him, and knelt down in front of Charlotte as soon as he entered the study.

Charlotte didn't say anything. She sat at the desk, leaning against the armrest of the chair, looking Jonathan Hackman up and down carefully.

Charlotte didn't speak until Jonathan Hackman felt uneasy and sweat appeared on his forehead. "Mr. Hackman, the person next to you is a disciple of the wise scholar Simon Capriati. She heard that a great architect who participated in the construction of Feidi came to the territory, and wanted to visit and have a chat with you. But after hearing your name, she regretfully discovered that among the great architects who participated in the construction of Feidi, there was no one named Hackman. How can you explain this to me?"

Cecilia blinked. Did she say that? In fact, the construction of the new city of Feidi took nearly a hundred years, spanning three generations, and there were countless architects involved in the construction. Even if Simon Capriati was knowledgeable, he would not be bored enough to remember the names of those architects one by one.

However, Jonathan Hackman was so frightened that his forehead touched the ground.

Firstly, Simon Capriati's name is too famous in the Eagle Continent, and he has almost been deified among the people. It seems that there is no knowledge among the ordinary people that this great wise man does not know; secondly, Jonathan Hackman is indeed not a great architect.

"Please, please forgive me, Your Excellency the Viscount. The Great Architect is an identity made up for me by the slave trader. I am just a slave under him and have to help him lie. But I do understand architecture and I can definitely help you build a house, any house." Jonathan Hackman pleaded.