Your Highness, Don't Be Like This Chapter 414

Looking at Amy on stage, Chris warned himself not to be impulsive-those damned! A beast of utter conscience!

They are deliberately showing it to everyone!

Never be impulsive! Otherwise, once someone reveals their identity today, everyone of yesterday will have to sacrifice in vain in the painful torture of that prison.

Amy's parents also died in vain.

"What are they going to do to that kid?" A suspicious voice sounded beside Chris.

Chris looked back at'Roy', pursed his lips, and gave him an answer in a low voice: "They are testing whether the magic on the icicle has reached the standard for use... Don't be impulsive, Roy, They are showing us deliberately..."

At this moment, Chris clenched his fists tightly, and the palm of his hand was pierced with blood.

'Roy' nodded, moved his fingers, and muttered a curse silently.

Stand in the distance.

"Seven minutes." A wizard guard said to his companions with a smile while applying ointment on Amy's arm: "At most seven minutes, no one has ever lasted so long-hug her high, Let the people below see the effect of this criminal law."

As he said, another guard showed a cruel smile, hugged Amy high, and then pressed her hand on the icicle.

A slightly cold feeling passed to Amy's hand, and in a blink of an eye, the hand froze.

Throughout the process, Amy, who was at a loss, was at the mercy of a thin little doll, even very cooperative.

But her body was too small, and the guards' actions were too rough, which caused her to fall off the improper leather shoes on her feet when she was picked up by the guards.

The leather shoes rolled at the feet of the benevolent Baron Alfie, who bent down and picked up the shoe.

"This is not a shoe. This is, a riot!"

"This is, death!"

The benevolent Baron Alfie looked at the leaders in the audience blankly, and vented his anger in peace with that sonorous voice.

"Outside Irilinda, it is the end of the world! The old gods have been raging for three thousand years, and they will continue to raging!"

"Our ancestors (referring to the Erilinda nobles), in this peaceful land, gave you these useless and lowly **** everything! But there are always people who want to destroy this peace!"

"If it weren't for the kind me, you would have died at the end of the day!"

"Bonglets! This territory is my home. And you are just a group of temporary guests!"

"You should recognize who is the master of this place! Because here, there is only one my mercy between man and the end!"

The audience was silent, and the crowd scanned by the Baron's gaze cast down their gazes of fear or anger.

But no matter what those people's eyes were, the Baron didn't care, because it was enough for them to lower their heads.

Everyone's reaction made the anger in the Baron's heart slightly reduced. He nodded in satisfaction, and his words became softer.

"The Red Pearl Collar is not the best territory in the world, and I am not the best lord. But you should feel fortunate to be able to live here. Because compared to the people of other territories, your life is It's too generous."

"You can eat here and have clothes to wear. I even allow you to ride horses and use magic wands! I will even choose students among you mixed breeds!"

"I gave you everything, and all I asked for was order!"

"And you should also bring this land back to order, because order is a barrier, it protects all of us, it resists the old gods and death!"

"And order means that everyone stays in their place! Once someone wants to cross the boundary, there is no order!"

With that said, Baron Alfie looked at the ignorant, dull and stupid untouchables under the high platform, and suddenly felt a little unreasonable and incomprehensible.

He suddenly found a suitable analogy, and then he put the shoes in his hand on little Amy's head. I asked under the high platform, looking at my own eyes with thousands of eyes.

"Do you put shoes on your head? Shoes shouldn't be on your head, shoes should be under your feet."

The baron took off his beautiful large eaves feather, flicked it, and put it on his head again.

"The hat should be placed on the head."

"I am the hat. You are the shoes. The pureblood wizard is on the head, and the lowly **** is under the feet."

"This order was determined from the very beginning by your origins, by your humble parents, and by the humble blood flowing through you! This is an order that has existed for thousands of years, and it allows us to do what we are doing. It can't be disobeyed.”

"The eternal order is determined by the sacred bloodline. All things come from the sacred bloodline. All things should have their own parts!"

"When the feet want to be the head, they cross the line. Remember your position, stay in your position. Be your shoes!"

In the baron's preaching, the whole square was silent.

The old butler not far away has been waiting for the Baron for a long time. He seems to have something important and has looked at the Baron many times.

The baron nodded, and he glanced at the crowd below one last time. Seeing that kind of people bow their heads in fear, anger, or unwillingness, the baron ended his speech.

The guards checked Amy's situation-in order to confirm whether the icy stake could be used by the prisoners.

The baron ignored the guards, let alone glanced at the 'Lambs' below.

He had something more important today-the baron looked at the steward in the distance.

After receiving the baron's signal, the anxious butler walked up to the high platform and leaned on the master's ear and whispered: “Master, it's already 16 minutes late. The whole banquet is waiting for you. Mrs. Angelina has urged you. Three times."

Hearing this, Baron Alfie couldn't help but glanced at a balcony on the castle. There, many aristocratic wizards were holding tall wine glasses, looking at this side while laughing and talking. And a certain beautiful lady on the balcony had an impatient look on her face.

There was a trace of guilt in the baron's eyes, and he said to the butler to himself:

"Oh~ my dear Ms. Angelina... I'm so sorry, I said a bit too much today, take me to apologize to her-tell her, I will be here soon."

The words of the baron were very elegant, but he was even more angry in his heart.

He is indeed too angry.

First, the assassination last night, made myself ashamed in public at the banquet. After that, 'Sir Bart' did not come on time. This led to another riot in several mines this morning-they unexpectedly put down their work in the mine at noon and gathered in the town!

Thinking of the big riot at noon, the Baron still feels a little scared.

They gathered together, what do they want to do!

What are they going to do!

Fortunately, the surrounding lords provided timely support. So that the riot was finally suppressed.

But now, the nobles in the surrounding territories are all on the balcony of their home, watching their jokes!

Now, everyone thinks that Baron Alfie is too kind!

Even the Viscountess Angelina, whom she has been pursuing, is also dissatisfied with the turmoil of the Red Pearl Collar in recent years!

Today, I must not let my lord, my beloved, Madame Angelina be disappointed in herself again.

The red pearl collar must not rebel again!

At this time, there was a burst of noise from the icicle in the distance, and the baron looked over there and found that the guards were sweating profusely, looking at little Amy's arm with a dumb look—not even frostbite. , It seems that there is something wrong with the magic on the ice stake.

"Are you not ready yet?" Baron Alfie frowned--this bunch of trash! Can this be done? !

"Master, it's been 17 minutes." The butler urged gracefully. As a butler, he has the responsibility to supervise the host's etiquette. And some of the host's performance in front of the nobles in the past two days has hurt the Red Pearl family. Decent.

"Master, as a nobleman and a host, it is very rude to let the guests wait so long at the banquet."

"kindness."

The benevolent Baron Alfie nodded, and with the handkerchief that was about to be dirty, he wiped the fingers that he had just touched Amy's hair for the last time.

Afterwards, he turned to the stupid and bold **** below. In the eyes of dullness, fear, or anger, I lost my last patience.

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In recent years, the population of Erilinda has become more and more, and a new cycle is about to begin again. The noble lords everywhere have begun to carry out the 'population clearance plan'-they secretly let the rebellion on the territory take this opportunity to reduce the population, and legally use the souls of the rebels to summon more useful demons.

The benevolent Baron Alfie has never done this, because there are too many 'dark wizards' in the red pearl collar, and he is worried that he will play with fire and set himself on fire while allowing himself to rebel.

This made Alfie never carried out a 'population removal plan', and it also made the nobles nickname Alfie a 'benevolent'.

In the past, this nickname has brought Alfie a lot of reputation, but recently this nickname has become more and more trouble for him.

Those guards who were born among the common people have reminded Baron Alfie many times-seven thousand people is already an ultrlarge-scale town.

But this small town has 17,000 people.

They are not grateful to Dade for raising so many waste hybrids for nothing. All I know is to make the master angry all day long-as the guards think, three to five thousand people in this small town are enough.

"Everyone, I'm also going to the banquet-you waste my entire eighteen minutes today."

Having said that, Baron Alfie looked at the noble Miss Angelina on the balcony of the castle and gave a graceful bow.

Afterwards, Baron Alfie looked at the crowd in the audience with disappointment, amplifying his voice.

"Because you made Angelina wait for a long time today, and 74% of the people here will die today."

After speaking, the benevolent Baron Alfie dropped his handkerchief, took his own steps, and left in the direction of the castle.

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