I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 240 Release the Players

After reading the letter, Chris fell into deep thought.

There were signs of this. After Chris returned to Bagnia, he had been hinted at to him by people from religious, political, and even military spheres.

Arlanca, Count Dirac Sisso, the now-captured Minister of Finance of the Republic, and other shady characters, such as the messengers secretly sent by the Church of the Goddess of Agriculture to contact Chris, and some local bullies.

Chris could glean very useful information from them, which could verify many things both directly and indirectly. He had also heard of similar conspiracies and schemes.

In fact, as long as the victories continue, there will always be someone reporting to Chris about the losers' dirty secrets, the bad things they've done, the conspiracies they've plotted, and the shady deals they've made.

Chris could conceive that behind these fragmented pieces of information lay a vast and sophisticated network of conspiracies.

Unfortunately, Chris wasn't interested in it.

Simply because the schemes these conspirators were playing were actually quite crude, Chris didn't need much evidence to know what they wanted to do, and he was quite certain that their ultimate result was the Republic we see today.

Even without Chris's intervention, this republic certainly wouldn't have survived for more than a few years. In other words, these short-sighted idiots' plans had already gone awry long ago.

As for conspiracies... they only work when the strength is equal and the person being schemed against is unaware of it.

Now Chris, one of the victims, knows that he doesn't need to know much more; this so-called conspiracy is doomed to fail.

With that thought in mind, Chris stopped thinking and looked up at the street where the slashing had taken place.

"You did a very good job. Are you interested in investigating this matter further?"

Chris asked the player in a very kind manner.

He froze, stunned, while his mind raced as he pondered.

This could be the start of a hidden quest chain!
The man who had been hacking away down the street suddenly lit up, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“Of course I’m interested! Your Highness, what do you want me to investigate? I guarantee I’ll complete the task!”

Chris gave a meaningful smile, stepped forward and put his arm around Kanjie's shoulder, and the two walked to the side to make sure their conversation wouldn't be overheard by a third person.

“Some people have a grudge against me. When I went abroad to study, they cut off my tuition and living expenses, and I almost starved to death.”

Now that I've led my men back, tell me, should I seek revenge?

"Of course we must get revenge!"

Kan Jie answered without hesitation.

"This is an irreconcilable feud, a blood feud that cuts off someone's livelihood!!!"

"That's right, I think so too."

Chris smiled and casually pulled out a medal from his pocket with an "I" with three horizontal bars and a skull in the middle, and handed it to Crazy Street.

"But, as you know, I'm very busy right now..."

He slashed through the street and glanced back at Walter Drnoy.

Yes, this will definitely be very busy. You've just taken over a city, and there are mouths everywhere waiting to be fed. Then there's also a large part of the country that has been burned to ruins by war.

Just thinking about this huge mess, putting himself in Chris's shoes, gave him a throbbing headache.

Prince Chris, who has to deal with all these things, must be as busy as an octopus.

Seeing that Kanjie agreed with him, Chris's smile became even brighter.

"So, there are some things I need someone else to help me with. I'm glad you're willing to help me cut down an entire street... Here's what we'll do: you take this medal and act as a temporary judge. Go and take care of those enemies for me."

During this process, you can raid their property, and all the profits will be split equally between you and me. What do you think?

Kuang Kan Yitie's eyes lit up. What Inquisitor? He wasn't a Warhammer fan and didn't understand this stuff, but he could understand what Chris was telling him.

What judge? This is just the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard, and a special ambassador of the Embroidered Uniform Guard at that, authorized by imperial decree to execute first and report later.

That's some serious savagery, cutting down an entire street like that.

Thinking of this, Kanjie carefully put away the Judge's Medal in his hand.

"This is temporary authority. You can hire some temporary workers to help you with the work until the mission is over."

Is it a permanent position?

"If you do a good job, you'll get a permanent position. If there are similar tasks in the future, you'll still be the one to do them. If you don't do a good job..."

Oh, I get it! When Kuangjie left, he was laughing loudly, and he didn't take the people he brought with him, but left them under the city wall.

Chris peeked out and glanced at the group of people dressed in fine clothes below. After thinking for a moment, he decided it was best not to see them.

The main problem is that it's pointless to meet them. They're all former nobles of the kingdom, now parasites of the republic. With the fall of Waltradnoy, instead of trying to rely on past relationships to pull strings, they're trying to run away, which shows they have something to hide.

And it's a very big "ghost," involved in many things, and it's not a small matter.

If that's the case, why is Chris meeting with them?
Getting close to a garbage dump will only make you feel disgusted.

Chris couldn't deny that there were bound to be some good things accidentally thrown into the garbage dump, but why would he bother panning for gold in the trash and betting on that tiny probability?
Chris's a lunatic!
Therefore, please dispose of the garbage below as soon as possible.

"Send them to the square tomorrow and execute them."

Chris didn't want to waste his time on such trash, so he turned to the clerk beside him and said...

"As for the crime... well, let's just say treason."

Should the trial be public?

The clerk asked one more question, showing his meticulousness.

Chris waved his hand.

"No need, just execute them. The city is in chaos right now; we don't have time to play along with their act."

He turned to look into the city. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire city blood red. In the distance, Crazy Slash Street was leading a group of players excitedly towards the noble district, presumably preparing to "raid" their homes.

This kid is really efficient.

But that's not surprising; it would be strange if players were less efficient in their actions.

"correct."

Chris suddenly remembered something.

"Send someone to catch up quickly and tell the judge to be careful when searching the house; don't demolish all the houses, those mansions will still be useful later."

The clerk nodded and noted it down, then asked another question.

"Your Highness... what should be done with the female relatives and children of the prisoners?"

Chris frowned; this was indeed a problem.

"Let's set some rules: those with irrefutable evidence of guilt will have their entire family exiled abroad, leaving with nothing. Those not directly involved in the rebellion can pay a ransom to save their lives; they can choose to stay or leave."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt somewhat tired. The infighting and scheming among these nobles was truly tiresome.

"Your Highness, something happened a minute ago."

The clerk answered in a very serious tone.

"Recorder A202 reports: The newly appointed High Priest of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess requests an audience with you."

Chris sneered.

"Coming to surrender now? Too late. Tell him he either hands over the church property in the city, or he and his 'Mother Goddess' go to hell. Since he did wrong, he has to accept the punishment; don't try to renege."

The clerk nodded and bowed his head to take notes.

Chris rubbed his temples and turned to leave the city wall when he heard a series of hurried footsteps.

"Your Highness! Urgent military intelligence!"

A messenger came running up, panting, and knelt on one knee.

"Count Dirac Sisso's messenger has arrived. He says he has important matters to report to you personally!"

Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Is it about the Bohemian Empire?"

The messenger dared not answer, for such a matter of national importance was not one he could interfere with.

“Bring him here…no, out of the city, bring him to my tent.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

(End of this chapter)