It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Wumuda's vision went dark, but his strong desire to survive forced him to keep moving forward.

Can't fall here...

He couldn't die yet, he hadn't killed Butcher yet, he could still -

Wumuda's ears were ringing and he seemed to have some hallucinations. Blood loss would cause such hallucinations.

In the noisy and chaotic crowd, Umuda saw a boy about eight years old in a trance.

The boy had a face exactly like that of little Prince Rickon. He held the cat in his arms and looked up at him quietly.

Wumuda felt that the scene before him was extremely strange.

His ears were already having problems and he could hardly hear what people around him were saying, but the child's tender voice rang so clearly in his ears.

The boy said, "Sir, do you believe in karma?"

The cat in the child's arms cried out sharply, but the cry sounded a little strange, as if it came from the opposite side, but from above.

Wumuda looked up subconsciously.

At this moment, he was supported by the knights and passed by a tree. Umuda squinted his eyes in the sunlight and saw a fat tabby cat squatting on the tree branch.

The cat's name is Ser Assault, and it was raised by the little prince Rickon himself.

Ever since Rickon was murdered, the cat he raised has disappeared from everyone's sight.

The loyal Ser Assault refused to be touched by anyone except his young master. He waited anxiously for a whole day without eating or drinking, but Rickon never came back.

Eventually it escaped from the palace, but the situation was chaotic and no one was in the mood to look for a cat.

Judging from the messy hair of Sir Assault, we can tell that it must have spent some time as a wanderer, and judging from the fact that its weight has not decreased at all, we can tell that this cat lives a relatively comfortable life.

Sir Assault stood on a tree branch, his back arched, his pupils erect, as if he was about to attack.

It has grown fat, but is still as strong as ever.

“Meow——”

Sir Assault pounced down from the tree branch and landed directly on Umuda's face. His sharp claws swung down at a speed that was almost impossible for the human eye to capture, and he blinded one of Umuda's eyes.

Umuda waved his hands wildly, trying to drive away the cat that pounced on his face. The inhuman pain made him scream and fall to the ground.

The knights' defense line collapsed at this moment.

Countless angry citizens rushed over, countless feet, countless legs, like a dark wall falling from the sky, with no way to escape.

After about a few minutes, Sir Assault staggered out from the crowd.

It moved flexibly between the legs like liquid, and then took a little effort to return to the branch.

Sir Assault squatted in the branches, licking his paws intently.

Umuda was lying on the ground not far from it, but the cat would not have any interest in dead prey.

Chapter 91 When I was closest to her

The soldiers' riot continued all day.

After that impassioned speech, mutinies of varying sizes broke out in the five legions stationed in the capital.

These legions had served under General Banur during the war against King Jialan. After learning that the general had been murdered, the angry soldiers took up arms and besieged the Council of State, and smashed the mansions of some nobles.

Some nobles fled in panic with their families, while those who stayed behind hastily dispatched their troops and retreated into the imperial city.

Xiao Niao took advantage of the time when the citizens had vented their hatred towards the nobles and their emotions were beginning to calm down, and stood up again to stabilize the chaotic situation.

The speech at the funeral brought the Imperial Prime Minister's personal reputation to its peak. The people of the capital now had strong resentment towards the nobles, but were willing to obey the orders of the Imperial Prime Minister.

In addition, in the past few days, Xiao Niao has been trying every means to persuade the legion generals who remained neutral to rebel, and finally two legion generals were willing to support and cooperate with her (one of them was the logistics corps where Xiao Niao had once been).

When a riot broke out in the square, the two legions, led by the Red Moon Knights, occupied important roads throughout the city.

Before night fell, all places except the inner city were under Xiao Niao's control.

Unfortunately, the royal guards surrounding Charles I did play some role in the riot.

They responded promptly when the riot broke out, squeezed their way through the rioting crowd, and took Charles away from danger.

As for the other nobles present, they were not as lucky as Charles.

In the evening of that day, those who were unfortunate enough not to escape from the square but were lucky enough not to be killed by the soldiers on the spot were dragged to the Prime Minister's Office.

Ironically, just a day ago, these people had ordered their knights to break into the mansion, rummage through documents, move valuables, and even release horses in the vegetable garden.

Then within two days, these noble lords were brought here with their hands tied behind their backs.

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Xiao Niao sat on the sofa in the main hall of the Prime Minister's Office, looking a little listless.

Her nerves had been tense for two whole days, and her total rest time was only six or seven hours.

High-intensity work is already very exhausting, not to mention that Xiao Niao was seriously injured. She basically relied on exchanging painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs to cope with it. Otherwise, even the physical torture would make her fall to the ground.

There is no specific medicine for the sequelae of puncture wounds and poisoning, and one can only recover slowly by resting, but Xiao Niao does not have that kind of free time at all.

In these short five days, her life has been on the line several times, and even a wrong step would have fallen into the abyss.

The bird's nerves were exhausted to the extreme, but it had to continue to squeeze more potential from its body to cope with the upcoming difficulties.

This is something that cannot be helped. She is the leader and the one who makes the decisions. The life, death and future of countless people will be determined by Xiao Niao's choice - she must be responsible for those who believe in her.

The fireplace in the hall had been relit, and the increased temperature eased the dull pain from the broken bones.

Xiao Niao carefully placed his left wing on the sofa cushion to reduce the burden on his shoulder blades.

While giving the speech, the bird didn't feel much pain. The adrenaline produced by the excitement relieved the discomfort caused by the bone fracture, but the price that came with it was the recurrence of the injury.

Her shoulders sank so much that she could hardly lift her arms.

After the examination, the doctor advised Xiao Niao to stay in bed and rest as much as possible, but even the half-human doctor who said these words knew that this was simply impossible.

Xiao Niao leaned against the sofa, trying her best to relieve the fatigue coming from all parts of her body. She closed her eyes and rubbed her sore nose bridge.

At this moment, something warm gently landed on her left shoulder. A tingling sensation spread along the covered area, ironing the sore flesh. It was hard to tell whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable.

Xiao Niao didn't react for a moment, and she hummed in frustration.

The hands holding the hot water bottle paused.

"...Sorry, sir," the adjutant's voice rang out from behind Xiao Niao, "Did you get burned?"

"No, no."

Xiao Niao murmured vaguely, his head subconsciously rubbing towards the hot water bottle, "...very comfortable, thank you."

Bier lowered her head slightly, and Xiao Niao half-lay on the back of the sofa in a relaxed and tired manner. Her shoulders wrapped in the hot water bottle seemed a little stiff, and her skin above was exposed and a little red from the heat of the hot water bottle.

She thought vaguely that before this, the most intimate time she had with this person was when she helped him straighten his collar under the pretext of being a subordinate, and then handed Butcher to another woman.

The adjutant did not tell anyone how she felt when Butcher returned to the Prime Minister's Office covered in blood late that night.

She remembered that when she ran over to support the bird, her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Bi'er's voice sounded a little hoarse. "The doctor said you need to rest."

Xiao Niao shook his head and said that he was not that tired yet.

"Is the progress going smoothly on Gwen's side?" she asked her adjutant.

Bea said, "Yes, my lord. Miss Gwen started to take action when the chaos broke out in the city. We have people waiting for her at the city wall. She should be on her way to Highgarden now."

"That's good."

Xiao Niao pondered for a few seconds. "Once news of what happened today gets out, the capital will soon become the target of attack by the major duchies. Charles lacks deterrence and his position is not legitimate. The people under him will definitely have other ideas."

It is easy to imagine how many ambitious people will emerge at that time and will raise the banner of supporting the king, but in fact they intend to send troops to capture the capital.

And the Hamilton family would never be willing to sit there and wait for death.

They will definitely find a way to contact their supporters and summon their vassals to rush to the capital for support.

After all, the Hamilton family still holds the title of righteousness, which is the result of feudal monarch-minister education. Even if the person sitting on the throne is an idiot, there will definitely be staunch royalists.

That's why the remaining nobles retreated into the inner city and adopted a passive defense. They must have sent out carrier pigeons to ask for help.

"...In short, whether to leave or stay, we need to make a decision quickly." Xiao Niao gently patted the hot water bottle on his shoulder, signaling Bi'er to move it away. "What about the captured nobles? How are they doing now?"

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The captured nobles are feeling very bad now.

The residents of the capital were generally very enthusiastic. Everyone was eager to get involved and vying with each other, and there were even some minor disputes over who would take action.

On one side were those who were trying to stop the fight, “Stop it, stop it, it’s my turn!” On the other side were those who were being stopped, “Let me kick you again! Just one kick!” There were also a few who were fanning the flames, “Fuck that guy, he’s a high-ranking official, beat him up!”

The three groups quarreled endlessly and beat these noble gentlemen until they were in a state of being neither alive nor dead. Their faces were swollen like pigs' heads and they were taken away by Butcher's men.

When they were taken away from the rioters, they felt a little relieved, thinking that at least their lives were saved.

Then they were sent to the service of several Feather Guards.

Noble gentlemen: ...

The noble lords thought with tears in their eyes: Oh! Why did we rebel in the first place?

Oh, yes, it was because that bastard Shrike set up a secret police system in the capital, and he was worried that he would fall into the hands of those half-people, so he came up with this idea.

Damn it!

Among these captured nobles, the one with the highest status was Prince Wilson. He was also one of the few who could still maintain his noble airs in front of the Feather Guards.

Prince Wilson, with half his face swollen, pretended to be calm and composed. He said to the leading Feathered Guard, "I am a prince personally appointed by His Majesty Lawrence. Let Levi Butcher come and talk to me in person, otherwise I won't tell you anything."

Several Yuyi Guards were temporarily called back after the department had been shut down for nearly two months, but they were not unfamiliar with the business.

The leading Feathered Guard officer looked at Prince Wilson lovingly and said gently, "Okay, then I won't ask."

Then I discussed with a few colleagues: "Let's go through the basic process first."

So they went through a one-stop service of using a tiger bench, pepper spray, and official stickers, allowing the prince to experience the exotic customs of the East without having to go abroad.

Afterwards, Will

Prince Xun no longer held himself in high esteem. When he was lifted off the interrogation chair, he knelt down with a groan: "Sir, sirs, what exactly do you want to ask? I confess, I confess everything—"

All I can say is that he has some backbone, but not much.

The Feathered Guards officer then took out a piece of paper and placed it on the ground, then very patiently arranged the ink bottle and pen. "Who are the nobles involved in the coup?"

Isn't this asking him to be a traitor? Prince Wilson's expression froze, his mouth open but he didn't say anything.

The Feathered Guards commander immediately became displeased: "Didn't you just say you'd confess everything? How come you're changing your mind in the blink of an eye?"

"Men who always go back on their words will be disliked," Yu Yiwei threatened him seriously, "Hurry up and confess, or I'll let my colleagues reason with you."

Prince Wilson glanced at the man standing next to him carrying the torture box.

The latter smiled grimly at him.

"A friendly reminder," the Feather Guard commander said quietly, "My colleague doesn't speak when he's being reasonable."

Prince Wilson frowned, and without saying a word, he rushed to the paper, buried his head and stuck out his butt, and began to write furiously.

The commander of the Feathered Guard looked at Wilson with satisfaction, thinking that it was really great that the prince was so reasonable.

The Feathered Guard circled the prince, who was lying on the ground writing his name, twice more and asked casually, "By the way, is the Tudor family's youngest son still in your hands?"

Prince Wilson has betrayed his teammates and acted like a traitor, and his moral standards have clearly declined.

He was not bothered by the lice and the debts, and replied sternly, "Yes, he's still in jail."

The commander of the Feathered Guard nodded with satisfaction.

The news soon reached the bird's ears.

Chapter 92: Unsuccessful at everything, but the most powerful one in the house

That night, Charles I and his entourage, who were hiding in the inner city, received a letter from the Prime Minister's Office.

The letter accurately conveyed Xiao Niao's intention: she demanded that Charles I hand over the youngest son of the Tudor family and pay the ransom for the nobles who fell into her hands.

Correspondingly, Xiao Niao would return the eleven noble sons, including Prince Wilson, who were held in custody, and leave the capital before the end of the next day.