Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 425 Minister: You should remove Mo Yu

Najenda's efficiency lived up to her reputation as a former imperial general; she was decisive and efficient.

After Mo Yu delegated the authority, the reforms began quickly and without any hindrance.

The first step was to gradually reduce the intensity of military control in the areas controlled by the Church of War, with the county town as the center.

There was no other way; all the original officials had been removed. If military control were to be lifted, Najenda wouldn't know how to find an alternative administrative system to replace it.

Therefore, the intensity can only be reduced so that people can enter and exit freely after reporting their whereabouts and carry out spring plowing.

What? Can't you just recruit another batch of officials?

Well, the background of the Empire is roughly during the late Han Dynasty and the Dong Zhuo period.

Just like the most troublesome problem in the Qin Dynasty, the literacy rate in this era was equally frustrating, with most of the knowledge being held by aristocratic families.

And what about those powerful, corrupt families like the aristocratic clans?

Najenda glanced at the bloodstains on the floor of the governor's mansion, which still hadn't been completely cleaned up.

While Buck and his tribal warriors might not be skilled in governance, they were quite adept at killing people.

I'm telling you, I won't let a single member of your whole family escape!
Even if some fish do manage to slip through the net.

After the humiliation of having their homes ransacked and their families wiped out, would Najenda really dare to promote them to official positions?

This is also the fundamental reason why emperors throughout history had to compromise with the scholar-official class.

Even if Qin Shi were to have an overpowered advantage, he would still have to hold back and continue to build up his power before he could amass a sufficient number of trustworthy mid- to low-level officials.

Although Najeta had the will, with her limited political acumen, she was naturally unable to solve this age-old problem that remains unsolved to this day.

So after she took power, she found that there was really no other way but to impose military control. Even the first decree was drafted by Mo Yu in advance.
Najenda looked at the contents of the paper and was deeply shocked:
"If he were willing to govern wholeheartedly, perhaps in just a few years, the country would be well-governed and reach the legendary golden age?"

Her fingertips traced the lines of text.

After being taught to recite the poem line by line, hundreds of the more intelligent soldiers dispersed to various gathering points to spread the word to the world.

"First, all land will no longer belong to its original owner, but will all under heaven be divine land! Wherever the sun and moon can shine, and wherever rivers can flow, will belong to the God of War!"

The former landlords and some self-cultivating farmers were heartbroken when they heard the news, and almost fainted.

As long as technology has not reached interstellar level, land remains a vital resource, especially for agrarian civilizations.

Immediately, many people became enraged and, losing their minds, stepped forward.

Just when he felt like he had been struck by bad luck, not only was he unable to go to the front lines to fight, but he was also assigned to the dreadful task of relaying orders in the rear. The messenger, who always had a sullen face and was like an emotionless broken record, suddenly brightened up and became energetic.

Military regulations stipulated that during peacetime, he could not wantonly slaughter the people under his jurisdiction, as that would be subject to military law.

But the military regulations also stated that the heads of rioters could be exchanged for military merits!

The messenger stared intently at the men before him, waiting for them to make their move so he could add a few more heads to his military record.

The sound of armor plates colliding and the chilling sensation on the back of their necks quickly brought the red-eyed crowd to their senses. Standing before them were not the incompetent scribes who used to recite official documents, but fully armed, bloodthirsty barbarians!

Let alone a group of unarmored civilians, even if you replaced them with a fully armed imperial regular army, it would only excite the enemy more; the heads of the regular army are more valuable.

Seeing everyone retreat in fear, the messenger, his face full of disappointment at losing the military merit he was about to receive, resumed using the emotionless communicator:
"Secondly, all people who have registered their household with the church may choose 30 mu of land to cultivate, based on the number of people. Of the harvest, 30% shall be handed over to the church and 20% to the military rank of the person in charge."

"In addition, there is a minimum yield standard for each acre of land every year. If it is not met, not only will the shortfall be made up, but the land may also be lost and the church may take it back."

After finishing speaking, the messenger yawned. It had taken him almost half an hour to memorize these two decrees. He should have pretended to be a little dumber.

In the crowd, everyone stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something next, but he remained silent for a long time.

Someone blinked, mustered their courage, and asked cautiously:
"May I ask, sir, what is a military rank? And what about the remaining 50%?"

The messenger's eyes lit up instantly, and he stood tall and proud, saying:

"How do you know I've just been promoted to the third rank of military rank, with a fief of six people, three acres of land, and a fine warhorse?"

The man's lips twitched. "Who asked you that?"

However, everyone probably understood what a military rank was.

Seeing that the tribal warrior was relatively easy to talk to as long as he didn't show any aggressive tendencies, another person immediately asked again:

"Sir, what about the remaining 50%?"

The messenger, who was just about to boast about his heroic deeds, glanced at him unhappily and said:

"What's the point of asking? You can keep the remaining 50% for yourselves."

"Oh, by the way, Lady Najenda said that this is the divine decree of the God of War, and it will never be changed. Anyone who dares to collect extra taxes can be reported to the church, and there will be a reward after the investigation is completed."

The crowd immediately erupted in cheers.

“Fifty percent?!”

It's not high, it's low, it's fucking low!
They actually managed to keep half!
It should be noted that tenant farmers who previously rented land already had to pay 50% of the land rent.

Even if it's your own land, all sorts of taxes and miscellaneous charges add up to about 30% to 50%.

After all, the empire was built on the foundations of a late dynasty, burdened with exorbitant taxes and levies, so it was normal for it to be struggling to survive.

Otherwise, the original owner of the "Slaying Sister" character would not have needed to go out to work and earn rice in order to save the village.

If land rent could truly be kept at 50% forever, it would be a blessing for the people living in the present.

Someone else mustered up the courage to ask:
“Lord Third-Rank Military Officer, I can cultivate a hundred acres of land by myself. Can I take a share for my son and cultivate it for him?”

The messenger recalled what Najenda had said and replied:

"Anyone who is a child of the God of War, regardless of age or gender, can apply. However, they must meet the minimum standard every year and can only choose land that no one has chosen before, and it is not certain that they can be in a contiguous area."

What the hell!

You can even choose your own location?!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"I'll sign up! I'll register!"

"Don't push! I got here first! I want that sunny, sloping spot!"

"Get lost! That fertile field is mine!"

For a time, the various registration offices were bustling with people, who rushed to get a good spot, afraid of falling behind.

“I’m just a messenger, not someone who’s registered with me, and I can’t read.”

The messenger casually pointed in a direction.

In an instant, there was no one in front of him.

They swarmed into the church office, and the few remaining literate people were already extremely busy.

A completely new order is about to be rebuilt from the ruins.

However, relaxed military control always allows some scoundrels to sneak in through the analysis.

An inconspicuous alleyway.

Two figures leaned against the corner of the wall, disguised as ordinary citizens, coldly observing the bustling land registry office not far away.

Bill looked at the crowds who were grateful to their "new master," spat in annoyance, and muttered angrily:

"A bunch of ungrateful scoundrels! The empire has raised them for so many years, and they turn around and become dogs for a bunch of barbarians, and they're even happy doing so!"

Gozchi made no comment on the public's reaction. As the head of the Empire's secret service, he knew better than anyone just how corrupt the Empire had become.

A pair of sharp eyes surveyed the surroundings, and slowly spoke:
"The situation is not quite what we expected. There are not many tribal warriors left in the city. Most of those who are actually responsible for maintaining order and carrying out orders are... our people."

Bill followed his gaze and indeed found many soldiers, many of whom were former Imperial garrison troops from Jiuyuan County.

"A bunch of traitors!"

Bill gritted his teeth. "The more crucial one is the person in charge."

Gozchi's gaze fell upon the former governor's mansion in the distance.

"According to the intelligence we have received, the current 'Grand Administrator of the Rear Area' in Jiuyuan County is Najenda."

"That woman?"

Bill frowned.

"Isn't she General Esdeath's second-in-command? How could she be..."

"She surrendered too."

Gozci's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"Moreover, it seems that she is highly trusted by that high priest."

Just then, a man walked past them with his head down and casually slipped a crumpled roll of paper into Gozchi's hand.

Gozchi tucked the scroll into his sleeve, gave Bill a wink, and the two turned and disappeared into the depths of the intricate alleyways.

Inside an abandoned house, Gozchi unfolded the scroll.

This is the latest confidential letter from the capital, from their superior—Minister Ernest.

The more Gozci looked, the more his brow furrowed.

In the letter, Minister Ernest first highly praised their "achievement" in successfully turning the three tribes against their will, even though the rebellion ended in an extremely bizarre way.

Then, the minister emphasized.

High Priest Mo Yu is the core and soul of the entire Church of the God of War!
As long as he is eliminated, the Church of the God of War will fall apart. The remaining hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, though powerful, are nothing more than barbarians from the north and are not worth fearing!

So, you, remove Mo Yu!
"..."

Götzki was truly bewildered by the minister's 'mysterious' instructions.

Anyone who isn't blind knows how important Mo Yu is to the Church of the God of War.

Does this require Your Excellency to analyze it from thousands of miles away?

The question is, how do we get rid of him?
Me? I hit Mo Yu? Really?!

Gozig stared intently at the letter in his hand, as if trying to see through the paper what was going on in Minister Ernest's mind.

Esdeath, the strongest in the Empire, was defeated by that person.

Two days ago, Gozchi did not witness the "divine judgment" of one against one thousand people, but through cross-referencing of information from multiple sources, he has fully confirmed its authenticity.

A thousand elite tribal warriors surrounded one man, but the man only suffered a few tears in his clothes and didn't bleed a drop.

Even for Gozchi, it would take considerable effort to confront an ordinary tribal chief head-on.

Would he use his head to kill Mo Yu?
Yes, based on the current situation, even if the Imperial Arm Murasame in his hand has the so-called 'power of a war god', if it is hit, he will still be cursed to death!

Theoretically speaking, as long as he can hit Mo Yu and successfully break through his defenses, there is indeed a very high probability that he can send this high priest away directly.

But... such a monster.

Unless he stood still and let Murasame cut him, Gozchi couldn't imagine having any chance of Murasame's blade touching his body.

Moreover, according to rumors, Mo Yu has also performed the "miracle" of regenerating severed limbs.

This means that even if you manage to cut off a limb, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll kill them instantly.

It must be the neck or the heart.

How to accurately attack vital points in the face of such a monster?

The more Gozich thought about it, the more desperate he felt.

Mo Yu's absurdity has exceeded the imagination of normal humans in this world, unless you have actually faced him and confronted him directly.

Otherwise, simply being in the rear, holding distorted information that has been passed through countless hands, would make it impossible to have a clear understanding of Mo Yu.

"Minister, he..."

Bill, who was standing nearby, had also finished reading the letter, and he too had a constipated expression on his face.

"Is there some misunderstanding about our strength?"

Goziqi wearily pinched the bridge of his nose, crumpled the letter into a ball, and swallowed it.

“He didn’t misunderstand, he just… doesn’t need us to come back alive.”

In any case, for the two die-hard loyalists of the empire, there was always a final attempt to save the empire.

At the very least, the demon sword Murasame theoretically does have a very high probability of killing Mo Yu.

……

Just as the two "fathers" were feeling gloomy and distressed about this doomed mission.

In the steamy bath, Akame was holding a towel and carefully washing her younger sister Kurome's back.

The mist blurred the girls' delicate faces, revealing only their similar long black hair and equally slender shoulders.

They are the Empire's most elite assassins, the two sharpest knives in Gozchi's hands.

But at this moment, they are just two sisters who have been separated for a whole year and are finally able to reunite.

"Sister... use more strength."

Black Eyes lay by the pool, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Ah."

Akame responded, and indeed increased the pressure on her hand.

Both of them are cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and not good at expressing their emotions. Even if their hearts are churning, they remain calm on the surface.

A silence fell between them, but it wasn't awkward; instead, it felt peaceful and serene.

They cherished this opportunity to reunite so much.

In that hellish place where nothing but killing and training existed, they were each other's only source of strength.

"Black pupil."

Akame spoke softly.

"Ok?"

"After this mission is over... let's never be apart again."

With a lollipop dangling from his black eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

She didn't turn around, but simply rubbed her cheek against the cool edge of the pool and nodded vigorously.

"Lord Bill said that as long as we can complete this mission, we can have whatever reward we want."

Black Eyes' voice carried a hint of joy and anticipation.

"So, I will definitely work hard. And then, I will always be with my sister."

"Ah."

A gentle light also flashed in Akame's eyes.

For this goal, they will accomplish no matter how difficult the task.

Even if the goal is God.

(End of this chapter)