Fang Zhou, I'm just a farmer, not Shennong!

At this time, the already magnificent and prosperous Imperial Parliament Hall was filled with nobles of all sizes. These nobles were divided into three factions: the pro-war faction, the pro-peace faction, and the neutral faction. They shook hands and greeted each other, as if they were not attending a serious trial, but an ordinary aristocratic dinner.

"However, do you know who the nobles are who are being tried this time?"

An earl noble from the peace faction asked doubtfully.

According to previous management, as the leader of the peace faction, Speaker Witte would definitely inform all the peace nobles of the goal of this trial in advance, so that all the peace nobles would be mentally prepared to confront the war faction.

"No."

"No news at all."

"I asked Mr. Speaker about this a while ago, but he did not disclose anything."

Several nobles who advocated peace shook their heads.

This has aroused the curiosity of many people.

They all didn't know what His Majesty and the Speaker were planning this time.

Soon, Speaker Islam Witte, dressed in formal attire and with a beard, came up from the side and sat in the center of the parliament.

All the nobles stood up after seeing Speaker Witte, but some were truly respectful, while others were careless. A few dukes were even too lazy to stand up, fiddling with their mobile phones and completely ignoring the Speaker.

"Your Majesty is here!"

The voice of the palace attendant spread throughout the entire parliament hall. Fyodor, dressed in the king's luxurious clothes, walked in slowly and sat on the throne, which was the highest above the entire parliament and overlooked the entire parliament.

When His Majesty arrived, all the nobles stood up in unison. Even the group of pro-war nobles who usually looked down on Fyodor and often teased him stood up lazily, greeted him weakly, and sat down again.

Fyodor sat on the throne, looking at the many nobles below. It had been twenty years!

It was the first time that Fyodor felt so confident and fearless towards these nobles.

He ascended the throne for twenty years.

This was the first time that Fyodor felt like he was the emperor, his majesty, and the lord of Ursus who looked down upon the world.

With confidence, I feel a lot more resilient.

"Everyone! I asked you to come here this time because I want you to witness and conduct the most fair trial of a villain!"

"The evil deeds this villain committed are truly infuriating! They are so vile! He deserves death!"

As he spoke, Fyodor slapped the armrests of the throne hard. He glared, erasing the image of the weak emperor in people's minds over and over again.

This scene made all the nobles present stunned.

this...

Your Majesty, something seems a little off today?

Especially the peace faction, they knew too well what his Majesty looked like and what his personality was like. Such tough and serious words could never be uttered by his Majesty. This made both the peace faction and the war faction subconsciously think that his Majesty was acting today?

Everyone thinks so in their hearts, but no one is stupid enough to say it out loud.

They are now eager to see who the unlucky guy is.

At the beginning, Fyodor seemed to be venting what he had been unwilling to say for so many years. He said a lot. Finally, Fyodor seemed to have said enough. He sat back on the throne, waved his hand, and said coldly.

"Bring the people up here!!"

The next second, in the center of the parliament hall, an internal guard wrapped in a black combat uniform, wearing a strange special breathing device on his head, and emitting a strange aura all over his body appeared here out of thin air.

When they saw the inner guards, the many nobles present were suddenly in an uproar.

"Inner Guard!!!"

"Why is the inner guard here?!"

"Could that person be escorted by the Internal Security?!"

No matter how much the nobles slandered Fyodor in their hearts, they were still afraid of the Internal Guards. However, despite their fear, many nobles knew that the Internal Guards would never take action against them. Nowadays, the Internal Guards were no longer as absolutely loyal to the emperor as the old ones. They were loyal to the country first, and then to the emperor.

Moreover, this emperor is not the emperor himself, but the position of emperor.

This is equivalent to saying.

It doesn't matter who sits on the throne of emperor. He is only loyal to the person who sits on this position. As for how he ascended to the throne, he doesn't care. The most important thing is who can make Ursus stronger and stronger.

So, there has always been a rumor among the nobles.

The internal security forces are now gradually becoming dissatisfied with Fyodor.

Because of Fyodor's cowardice, Ursus was declining under his leadership. It was this rumor, coupled with the fact that after the "Great Rebellion", many nobles were only exiled but still alive, that completely confirmed this speculation.

So now, many great nobles have been making some moves behind the scenes, and their ambition to seize the Saint Jun Castle has gradually emerged.

clang clang clang...

Ding ding ding.....

At this moment, the sound of metal clashing came from the passage below and reached the ears of everyone in the parliament hall. No one spoke, and everyone fell silent. They stretched their heads to see who the unlucky guy was. Even the Grand Duke among the old nobles finally opened his eyes listlessly.

Everyone's eyes fell on the bottom of the parliament hall.

A 'down-and-out' nobleman, disheveled and dirty, dressed in a general's uniform, with shackles on his hands and feet that only serious criminals would wear, slowly walked up.

"Who is this?"

"I do not know..."

"I don't know him, he should be some minor noble..."

As this "down-and-out nobleman" slowly walked up to the central interrogation platform, with his head lowered, no one knew who he was. In the seats around him, nobles of all sizes and factions were discussing the matter continuously.

When this "down-and-out nobleman" walked to the central interrogation platform, the spotlights of the entire parliament hall were all focused on him, and the moment the guards escorting him kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel before His Majesty.

Only then did everyone see his face clearly.

"Yes!!! Yes!!! Duke Baikal!!!"

"Grand Duke Baikal!!!"

"ah?!!"

The most intense reaction came from a large group of old nobles who advocated war. At this time, even some of the grand dukes who were originally listless in the advocated war faction jumped up as if they had been injected with chicken blood, leaned their hands on the fence, and looked at Duke Baikal in the center in disbelief.

In fact, everyone knew today that Duke Baikal did not attend the meeting, but no one would have really thought that it was Duke Baikal who was on trial today. After all, as the Grand Duke, he had not attended such a meeting for a long time.

The last time the nobles saw Duke Baikal was several years ago, but they didn't expect that this time...

It’s actually here!

"Your Majesty! We need an explanation!!!"

An old duke who advocated war immediately stood up and looked at Fyodor majestically, without a trace of respect in his eyes.

Then another pro-war marquis stood up and said, "Your Majesty! Duke Baikal is a high-ranking official of the Empire! He was personally appointed duke by the late Emperor! The late Emperor clearly stated that no matter how big a mistake the Duke made, he should not..."

Many pro-war nobles stood up at this moment, wanting to show mercy to Duke Baikal. Listening to more and more pro-war nobles speaking for him, Duke Baikal, who was kneeling in the center, raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Even though he was disheveled, he could not hide his arrogant look at all.

Finally, a marquis who advocated peace stood up, leaving the pro-war faction speechless.

"May I ask, Your Majesty, what crime has Duke Baikal committed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire parliament fell silent again, and everyone's eyes fell on Fyodor. Even the pro-war faction was curious about what Fyodor had done wrong.

Fyodor knocked on the armrest of the throne, and Speaker Witte below said loudly: "Duke Baikal is secretly hiding special forces in his own territory and attempting to rebel!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at Speaker Witte with even more contempt.

That's it?

That's it? ? ?

I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just this!

He also attempted to rebel. He had attempted to rebel during the "Great Rebellion" and nothing happened. And this time it was obvious that they deliberately put the charge of rebellion on him. Obviously, the final outcome would be just a fine.

The old nobles felt bored when they heard this. This cowardly emperor really hadn't changed at all. His acting was pretty good at the beginning.

The peace advocates all sighed in unison.

When they saw Duke Baikal coming to power, they thought the Emperor and the Speaker were planning something big, but they didn't expect it to be just this?

Speaker Witte seemed to be able to guess what everyone's reaction would be when he said this, so he deliberately paused after he finished speaking, observing everyone's reaction before continuing.

"Illegal human experiments..."

After that, a set of photos were projected onto the huge screen at the front of the parliament hall. These were photos of the laboratory taken by the Internal Security Bureau.

In the Duke of Baikal's underground laboratory, the various dissected human bodies, those imprisoned awaiting experiments, and the bodies of those who died in the experiments were not immediately burned, but were neatly thrown into the frozen ice room, just like frozen meat stored in a refrigerator. No one knew what their purpose was.

After seeing this photo, everyone present fell silent immediately.

Human experimentation was not a big deal among the aristocracy, especially the great aristocracy.

If such things are not made public, then it is not a big deal, but if they are made public, then it is a big deal.

The peace advocates nearby understood immediately, and one of the nobles stood up and said, "Your Majesty! Mr. Speaker! I wonder how many ordinary people have sacrificed their lives?"

Speaker Witte snorted coldly and slammed the table hard.

"Ten years! Six hundred twenty-seven thousand three hundred and forty-one people!!"

When Speaker Witte said this, his voice was trembling, and when everyone heard this number, not only the peace faction, but even the war faction were stunned.

Duo Shao? ! !

620,000 people?!

Everyone knows what 620,000 people mean. Even a medium-sized city in Ursus has a population of about 620,000. Even the capital, Saint Castle, the largest mobile city-state in Ursus, has a population of only about 3 million.

In fact, for the old nobles, the most important thing was not that Duke Baikal used 620,000 lives for experiments. For them, let alone 620,000, even 6.2 million were nothing. The lives of ordinary people were like the poultry they needed to eat every day. They had no value at all.

But the problem is that this matter has been exposed and appeared in the public eye, which is a serious problem.

A nobleman who advocated peace immediately stood up angrily: "Your Majesty! Mr. Speaker! Duke Baikal has long lost his humanity! I propose that he be beheaded!!"

The nobles who advocated war were also anxious. As the chief of staff of the Third Army and one of the leaders of the war faction, Duke Baikal must not be in any trouble. So even though they knew that Duke Baikal was in big trouble this time, they still had to protect him.

"Your Majesty, I doubt the authenticity of this number!"

As soon as the noble finished speaking, one document after another appeared on the screen, completely silencing the noble.

At this time, the entire conference hall was in chaos again. The peace faction and the war faction started arguing with each other. The peace faction wanted Duke Baikal to die, while the war faction wanted to save Duke Baikal.

Suddenly, the entire conference hall was as noisy as a vegetable market.

The two factions argued for about ten minutes.

Finally, one of the old dukes who advocated war and had said little from beginning to end slowly stood up. He coughed lightly, and the sound seemed to have infinite penetrating power, causing the entire conference hall to fall silent immediately.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, Duke Baikal's crimes are indeed worthy of death. But think about it, Your Majesty. Duke Baikal is, after all, a duke! A duke personally appointed by the late emperor, he represents the face of all of Ursus. There has never been a precedent in Ursus's history for a duke to be executed. Even if he committed a crime, he was only stripped of all power and allowed to return home to retire."

"Your Majesty, all of you here are Ursus nobles, the most important people in Ursus. I'll be frank with you. I want to ask you, during the time of the previous emperor, were there not many who sacrificed their lives for the empire's revival and prosperity?"

"Although Duke Baikal did make some minor mistakes."

"But he succeeded. He built a force that could be mass-produced, rivaling the Internal Guard. I believe Your Majesty understands the concept of mass production. If the Internal Guard could be mass-produced, they could form a regiment or even a division like an army group! What country could possibly stand up to Ursus?"

"Our Ursus will surely regain its glory. Under your leadership, Your Majesty, we will even shine brighter than during the reign of the previous emperor!"

"So, in my opinion, although Duke Baikal made a mistake, his contributions more than offset it! If the experimental unit he created could be mass-produced, the number of soldiers who would have been spared would definitely exceed 620,000!"

"Your Majesty! I think! Although Duke Baikal did something wrong, it was for the revival of Ursus, and it has achieved results. The results are so great that it can offset the crime! How about asking Duke Baikal to hand over all the hidden experimental data and punishing him by giving sufficient financial subsidies to the families of ordinary people who sacrificed for the future of Ursus? Then this matter will be over."

This old duke, who advocated for war, seemed to speak quite competently, but in fact he easily diverted his crimes by making them into the revival of Ursus, and even proposed to offset the merits and demerits.

In an instant, the momentum of the war faction rose. As in the past, they collectively petitioned Fyodor, and the peace faction had no way to do anything at this moment. They wanted to say something, but were afraid of being accused of hindering the revival of Ursus.

The pressure at this moment suddenly fell on Fyodor again.

In the past, he would have been very anxious and then been led into the rhythm of this group of old aristocrats, but now, he sneered.

"What a great way to restore the empire, what a great way to offset the demerits..."

"In your opinion, the revival of Ursus is more important than the lives of the people?!"

"Isn't it, Your Majesty?"

The old duke said: "First there was Ursus, then there were the people. Without Ursus, they are nothing. Or rather, it is Ursus that gives them glory and makes them proud to live in Ursus!"

"Didn't the late emperor teach you this, Your Majesty?"

The old duke was so aggressive that all the peace-loving nobles were completely speechless.

However, at this time, Fyodor laughed, and his laughter was particularly hearty.