I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 246 The Judge, Strikes with Power
Rewind one hour.

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Many players joined the expeditionary force, went to Hygrand, and fought against the Bohemian Empire, but this was not the case for everyone.

He didn't go after hacking through one street because there were more interesting chain quests with richer rewards to do.

Many individual players didn't go either. Even if they could sign up, not joining any faction meant that even if they joined the expeditionary force, they would only be a lowly soldier being ordered around.

Many freedom-loving players are unhappy about this. They curse the game designers and shout the slogan "Solo players will never be slaves!" while remaining in Voltradnoy.

There are quite a few of these casual players; if you count them, there are probably four or five hundred.

These four or five hundred men became the best source of manpower for the newly appointed judge to go on a rampage through the street.

To make it easier for players to log in and out, Chris even set aside a military camp in Waterladnoy for players to move into for free.

So much so that when the judge who ran out of the sheriff's office wanted to gather manpower, he didn't need to run around at all; he could just go straight to this player's military camp.

"Brothers, brothers!"

Standing on the training ground in the center of the military camp, Kuang Kan Yitiao Jie rang the alarm bell on the side of the square, summoning all the players remaining in the military camp. Then he shouted loudly to the hundred or so people below the platform.

"Some things have happened recently in Waterladnoy. Some reckless NPCs have dared to challenge the majesty of our beloved and great Prince Chris!"

He slashed through the street, brandishing the Court of Judiciary badge with unrestrained brilliance, his smile as radiant and undisguised as a sunflower facing the sun.

"Just last night, I personally witnessed a village head and two yamen chiefs being attacked by a group of ruthless gangsters who were even involved in human trafficking while they were out on official business at night. Five were killed and seven were injured!"

Yes, that's the truth, but the "slashing down the street" part left some details out... For example, the five dead and seven injured were actually gang members, not Old Jack and his group.

"How utterly inhumane..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

One player grew impatient and threw the apple he was eating forcefully at the "Crazy Slash Street" on the stage, interrupting his "passionate" speech.

"You've raised this alarm first thing in the morning. If you don't get to the point, I'll go up on stage and kill you right now... I have to go out and kill someone later, I don't have time to listen to your babbling!"

These words immediately won the approval of most of the players present, who all started to chatter and showed no respect to the judge.

He nimbly dodged the flying apple core by tilting his head, his smile instantly vanishing... These casual players are too impatient, they have no patience at all, how are they supposed to accomplish anything great?

While secretly plotting against others, he slashed through the street, subconsciously ignoring himself.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business."

I became a judge. Prince Chris and I had an agreement that I could legally kill and confiscate the property of anyone involved in a conspiracy against the prince, and Chris and I would split all the profits from this process 50/50.

"Don't you think the chaos in Wattradnoy is a great opportunity to make a fortune?"

Make a fortune!

Some quick-thinking players had already realized what was going on at this point, but some slower-thinking players hadn't yet realized the benefits of slashing through an entire street and were still asking questions.

"What opportunity to make a fortune!?"

"Brothers, think about it. Aren't those thugs who are attacking the village chiefs and other civil servants in this city potential social destabilizers? Are they targeting civil servants because they're dissatisfied with Prince Chris? Could they be involved in a conspiracy against Chris?"

Beneath the wooden platform, a hundred or so players looked at each other in bewilderment before bursting into laughter.

Holy crap! You can do that?

"This logic chain... is amazing!"

So you mean...

He hacked through the entire street, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"That's right! According to Article 7 of the Special Wartime Laws, any attack on government personnel is considered rebellion!"

With a snap, he picked up a sheepskin bag from his feet and pulled out a black iron badge with three horizontal bars, bearing the letter "I" but without a skull. "This is my Inquisitor's Attendant Badge. It's valid for three days. Wear it, and you are my Inquisitor's Attendants, with the authority to execute any anti-prince elements without prior authorization!"

A thief player with the ID "Professional Gold Raider" had his eyes light up. Like a model student in school, he raised his right hand and asked a question loudly.

"So...we can legally rob people now?"

"You son of a bitch, can't you even speak?!"

A player with the ID "Patrol Captain" next to him slapped the back of his head hard.

"We call this serving the prince and the country, not legal robbery. That sounds awful!"

He nodded in satisfaction after hacking down the entire street.

"The patrol captain is right! This is 'confiscation of illegal gains,' 'recovery of stolen money.' As the judge's attendants, any spoils seized during the mission must be handed over to the authorities. Half will go to Chris, and the other half will be split 50/50."

He dumped the medals from the bag onto the ground.

"One per person, first come, first served. Those who understand this rule can come forward and claim theirs. Those who disagree can do the tasks themselves!"

No one had much to say about the rule of hacking through the street, and the players pounced on the medals like hungry wolves. A player with the ID "Honest Man" was at the front, but suddenly stopped.

"Wait, why is there a serial number on this medal?"

"Oh, that one~"

He hacked through an entire street with a harmless smile on his face.

"This is to make it easier to track your 'law enforcement results.' After all, we need to split our spoils 50/50 with Prince Chris, so don't lose this thing, and don't forget the serial number."

The professional tomb raider immediately spotted the key point.

"What if we accidentally underreport the number in the statistics?"

The judge hacked through the street and blinked.

"As long as you have enough reputation, you don't really need to care about this rule."

"leave……"

Some players were immediately disappointed and booed in dissatisfaction.

Nevertheless, in less than three minutes, all 500 medals were snapped up, not a single one was left... Yes, not a single one was lost, simply because many players took several extra medals to give to friends who hadn't logged on yet, or who just happened to be away from the camp.

"Now, I declare the 'trial proceedings' officially commence!"

He chopped down an entire street with a single, sweeping gesture.

"Remember our code of conduct..."

"Better to kill a thousand innocent people than innocent people!"

The players responded in unison.

"wrong!"

The judge sternly corrected the man who had hacked down an entire street.

"It's better to investigate a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. Brothers, let's enforce the law civilly, avoid neutral units, and don't lose reputation points!"

"Of course, we will be very civilized!"

One player replied with this sentence, which immediately caused the other players to burst into laughter.

When the players rushed out of the military camp, their excited appearance was just like that of someone going to participate in a free shopping event in the United States.

Upon seeing this, the NPC residents on the street quickly hid inside their houses and locked their doors and windows. They could sense that these heavily armored warriors were probably a more terrifying presence than the gangsters.

(End of this chapter)