Briburn, a barracks in the 116th Heavy Archérenadier Division of the Irlanhill Empire, neatly lined up barracks, training soldiers are practicing formation on the school grounds.

In the distance, resting soldiers were playing football, and neatly parked armored vehicles that had just been driven out for regular maintenance and cleaning were parked under the greenery.

The soldiers of the logistics and maintenance units and the crew members of the armored vehicles carried buckets in twos and threes along the smooth barracks road, and from time to time there were huge transport planes climbing and flying in the distance.

Not far from this barracks is a large military airfield that has just been built. Many planes carrying relief supplies take off from here, and there are also many transport opportunities that transfer here.

Outside a barracks of the 116th Division near the division headquarters, soldiers wearing power exoskeleton armor stood neatly facing outward in the vicious sunlight with weapons in their hands. They were responsible for guarding the prisoners in the barracks, and they had to change their guards every two hours.

In the barracks, at the end of the humble wooden table, an old man dressed in a traditional Greccan magic robe, holding an inconspicuous-looking staff, said with a smile on his face, "Look, look! Don't be nervous...... I'm not trying to kill you......"

He is the Grand Consul of the Southern Regions and the head of the exclusive economic zone in the southern regions of the Irlanhill Empire.

Sitting on both sides of this long table at this moment are the officers and soldiers of the 116th Division who he ordered, the old nobles and the old bureaucrats who "please come back".

As the supreme administrator here, Yalvis has been here for some time, but he can clearly feel that the control of the Ellanhill Empire over this land is really infinitely close to zero.

So he was very angry, and the violent magical energy in his heart was actually tumbling all the time, after all, every magician's temper was actually not very good, and their bodies were more or less full of some violent genes.

The smile on his face was barely squeezed out, in fact, he really wanted to slap the table now and use the fireball technique to greet these bastards in front of him.

It's just that now he knows that it is of course the best choice to solve the problem with a friendly solution.

So he smiled reluctantly, trying to use a softer tone, and said to these stubborn, sinister, cruel, and shameless fellows, "I just want to know, why do you want to oppose the entire Ranhil Empire?" ”

Hearing him ask like this, an old nobleman immediately began to complain: "My lord! My lord! You are mistaken! We, we're not against the Ranhill Empire......"

"We all still have the flag of the Ellanhill Empire in our homes...... We are loyal supporters of the Ranhill Empire! Another nobleman followed suit.

They are very familiar with this kind of superficial work, and according to their understanding, as long as these face projects are done sufficiently, under normal circumstances, no one will question their loyalty.

It's just that they don't seem to realize that this time is somewhat different from so many times in the past.

Yalvis, who didn't eat this at all, still said to himself: "I think you have made a mistake, I came to you, not to entangle with you, what do you think in your hearts." ”

Speaking of this, he didn't care about the old nobles and old bureaucrats with very ugly faces, but continued: "I came to you just to make sure that you can use everything you have to support the Irlanhill Empire and make your due contribution to the Irlanhill Empire's complete control of the southern region. ”

"First of all...... Quite simply, you have to give you enough wealth to atone for your sins...... Don't tell me you're not guilty, if the money you give out doesn't match the sins you have committed, then I'm really going to discuss with you what kind of death is more comfortable. After he said this, without a pause, he continued: "Secondly, you must make sure that your men are honest and obedient, and if any of them is unwilling to cooperate with my work, then he and you as your boss will die!" ”

When he spoke, he also ignored the old nobles in front of him who had already exchanged their heads and expressed their strong dissatisfaction with their eyes.

I only heard him say his request in righteous words: "Then, I don't think you deserve to be a nobleman, and you can't continue to enjoy the glory of the title of nobility...... Therefore, surrender your titles and move out of your estates. ”

Hearing these demands, the old aristocrats immediately exploded, some of them had even stood up, others pressed their hands on the table, biting their lipes and staring at Jarvis who spoke.

If it weren't for the fact that the person who spoke might have been a powerful magician, they would have all rushed forward and eaten the bastard who spoke alive.

How many years? No one dares to talk to them like that? They are like Earth Emperors here, and no one has ever been able to snatch food from their mouths!

Is there any royal law left? How dare they rob them of the benefits they already hold in their hands? Is there any more reason? It was bullied to the heads of the nobles and bureaucrats!

"In the end, if you are willing to cooperate, I will let you out of here alive as I promised, how about it?" Just when these nobles were about to explode, Yalvis also finished what he wanted to say, and asked in a summary manner.

"So...... So, how much ransom do we need to pay to get rid of our sins? An old aristocrat laughed angrily and looked at Jarvis with a sneer, his eyes full of hatred.

He even forgot that Jarvis was actually a powerful magician because of his anger. Now the tone of his voice is no longer the slightest respect.

Jarvis didn't care about his disrespect, but continued to state the facts: "It depends on the source of your funds and the previous crimes of oppressing civilians. To put it simply, you may need to surrender all your possessions, including the manor or castle you live in. ”

"Our subordinates, still have to honestly obey your orders?" The other nobleman couldn't hold back either, and asked in a cold tone.

The private army, or the city guards who obey their orders, is the foundation of these old nobles who bully the weak and live in peace, if these private armies obey the orders of others, then who will guarantee their safety?

"Actually, it would be accurate to describe that the empire does not allow private armies to continue to exist, so the old city guards, including your private armies, must be disbanded." Yárvis replied businessmantly.

"Then when we get out of here, we may be attacked by a group of rioters who are trying to disrupt the peace, and when the time comes, isn't it an empty word that you promised to let us get out of here alive?" The old nobleman, who was the Earl Herman, sneered and asked.

In fact, at this time, he is still not too flustered. He knew that his men had already started to act with rumors, and soon the deputy prime minister would be in a position to be passive and would have to cooperate with them.

So he still looked like he was winning, and said to Jarvis coldly: "We need to discuss it, and it may take a few days to discuss the result...... Prepare food for us that matches our identity, and provide hot water and soft beds...... We'll discuss the results and let you know. ”

"I'm afraid it won't work! Mr. Herman. Jarvis was also reluctant to call this young earl of dozens of years old in front of him, in his eyes, the vulgar nobles of the southern region were not nobles at all.

In contrast, he admired the new northern aristocracy who were polite and made great contributions to society. The new nobles who are loyal to the Iran Hill Empire and willing to give their lives for Chris are more like real nobles in every way.

"When will you do what I say, and when will you be able to eat the food?" Jarvis interrupted Herman, then emphasized his position.

"It doesn't make sense! Why can't we talk about it? Why didn't we get food when we couldn't get a result out of it? The nobleman closest to Yalves banged his hand on the table and shouted menacingly.

His words resonated with many nobles, and everyone began to get restless, willing to be quiet, and fewer and fewer people listened to Yárvis.

"Also, the environment here is terrible! I asked for a change to a more decent place for us to rest! In the midst of the noise, a nobleman waved his fist and shouted loudly.

His proposal caused many of the nobles to applaud as if they had already won, and the sound of cheers, cheers, and whistles came and went, and for a time the whole barracks was quiet.

"I'm so envious...... The magicians of the past...... In the era of these noisy guys, they can use the flames to solve the problem quickly. Jarvis sighed softly.

"I'm here to witness this." A petite black-clad figure sitting next to Yalves with a mask spoke.

Who would have thought that the princess of the Irlanhill Empire, Her Royal Highness Jessica, was sitting here, supervising Jarvis to deal with the contradictions in front of him.

"Since I'm sitting here, I can't come for nothing...... I will explain to Your Majesty what I have seen and heard...... So, you now have the right to use any means to dispose of this garbage. Jessica said politely to Jarvis.

"Your Highness is considerate of your subordinates, and your subordinates are really grateful." Jarvis smiled and looked at the old nobleman Herman, who was not far from him: "Let them be quiet, and sit down honestly for me, or I will burn a random ......"