"Your Highness the Princess." Werther's voice pulled Lydia back from her memories to reality.

Lydia looked at him in a trance, and then at the number of rebel generals behind him, and it seemed that they should not have come to sweep the graves of Freette and Nini, so she replied rashly: "This is not the capital of the gods, there is no highness. You don't have to be too polite, just call me by name. ”

Several of them looked embarrassed.

After all, they didn't know that Lydia, the nominal princess, was not a royal family. For these private soldiers, who are mostly from the common people, it feels arrogant not to kneel down to greet them, and it is even more difficult to let them call them by name.

Werther had anticipated a large passage, but suddenly the subject was lost, and there was a sudden structural confusion. Looking at the tombstones of the two people, he could only squeeze out a few words to ease the awkward atmosphere: "We think...... They...... Burial of this ......"

Lydia patted the dust off her ass and stood up, "Do you think it's wrong?" I also know that they did betray their marriage, but they have paid a terrible enough price. You also know that they really love each other, so let them be together after death. ”

"The princess misunderstood." Witt hurriedly waved his hand, and finally decided to add the title of princess, "Thank you for allowing them to be buried together, and praise your kindness." ”

Most of Ferrette's men were thinking of Nini's benefits, and Lydia was already grateful for this arrangement.

Merely...... Lydia looked at the people present and found that in addition to the soldiers of the "Golden Lion Regiment" such as Werther and Drogg, there were also many private army leaders she had never seen before. It doesn't look like they know Ferrette and Nini, what are they here for?

Looking at the embarrassed expressions on their faces, it seemed like something unspeakable.

Lydia had been fighting for many years, and immediately understood their concerns: "If you don't have a place to stay, you can discuss it with Buxiao." It's the guy who spooky all day, with no smile and a black cloak. ”

The expressions on the faces of the leaders of the private soldiers became even more ugly, and it seemed that what was happening in the Iron Lady Hall had frightened them a lot.

Lydia looked at them with a grin, "I was scared of him at first, but he was actually quite talkative. The Red Pavilion is now developing, and there may be a suitable opportunity for you. ”

A few words made the leaders of the private soldiers see the light of day. If they betrayed the Iron Lady, they betrayed the Garmo clan of Black Steel, and as long as they step into the Black Steel Empire in the future, they will not escape the fate of skinning and cramping.

Harold also instigated beside him, "Brother Werther, you have also seen it, the master of the Red Pavilion has superb soul skills and amazing wisdom. Thousands of miles away, you can still see through the Iron Lady's conspiracy. With such a leader, what other enemy in this world cannot be defeated? ”

There was an imperceptible bitterness on Lydia's face.

Most of the private soldiers are free and scattered, and if they connive at these people to merge into the Red Pavilion army, I am afraid that it will be a miasma in less than half a month. It was not easy for her to set the three disciplines and eight points of attention, if they made it yellow, wouldn't it be a failure.

But these private soldiers are indeed a good fighting force. The Red Pavilion army has a total of only 2,000 people, which is not enough to even plug the teeth in front of the major lords. If you can select some excellent people to join, it is not impossible.

Lydia's gaze circled on the faces of those rebels, and she suddenly had an inspiration, and continued to follow what she had just said: "Joining the Red Pavilion is not necessarily the only way to join the army, we are developing new cities, building new homes, and we also need people from all walks of life. ”

The private army leaders were in high spirits.

It is no wonder that usually only the declining aristocracy and the commoners who really have no way out will go to work as private soldiers, living a life of exchanging their lives for rations. Only a very lucky few were able to enter the regular army, and most still longed for a peaceful life.

"But...... We don't have any other craft ......" someone voiced some concern.

"There's no craft to try and learn." Lydia struck while the iron was hot and continued, "The tribes of the forest have no other skills than hunting and fighting. After joining the Red Pavilion, many people acquired new skills and became farmers, blacksmiths, and other craftsmen, and lived a stable life. ”

The privates were even more excited, chirping this and that like birds in a meeting. It's a pity that many of the city's management policies were formulated by the copper hammer, and Lydia didn't know much about it, so she could only vaguely promise them: when Chishui Bay was conquered, she would take them to the city of the Red Pavilion to see.

Everyone returned satisfied, and the crowd dispersed. Only Werther, Harold, and Zorg were still standing waiting for Lydia.

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When the people were gone, Witt coughed again and pointed to the tombstone next to him: "With all due respect, in fact, we came to you for another purpose, which is to avenge them." ”

Lydia suddenly realized, "You're in such a hurry to pull out the Iron Lady and Balom and chop them into pate?" ”

Zhuo Ge clenched his fists angrily, "That vicious woman doesn't need any judgment at all, and death is all merciful to her." ”

Lydia let out an "oops" and pretended to be aggrieved, "If the prisoner is executed without trial, what should I do if there are rumors that I am also a murderous poisonous woman like the Iron Lady?" ”

This was a tactful remark, and although they rejected Zogg's offer, they also felt that it was very inappropriate to compare Lydia to the Iron Lady. I just don't feel so happy, but I can't object.

This kind of talking strategy that ignites the body is naturally also a speech technique that Lydia was good at in her previous life. Seeing that their mouths were temporarily gagged, Lydia hurriedly channeled their emotions: "Don't worry, the people in the Red Pavilion are collecting evidence of their crimes." The trial in three days will be open and fair, and we will give justice to everyone – including both of them. ”

"I understand the princess's intentions, but I still don't quite understand." Werther's thinking still couldn't turn, "We all know the sins of these two people, why bother to judge them?" Wouldn't it be more convenient to hang them directly? ”

The question was quite deep, and both Harold and Drogg nodded their heads.

Lydia suddenly realized that "when the book is used, there is less hatred". You must know that she did not study law in her previous life, and only knew the conclusion that "the trial is very important", but if she really wanted to explain the legal principles to explain the reason, it would kill her.

Fortunately, she is a princess of Shendu after all, and she has listened to the priests all day long about physical souls, and she has also learned a little bit of skin, so she simply explained nonsense according to her own understanding: "Directly executed Madame Tie, and only killed her body." It seems simple and happy, but it lets go of her sins. Judgment is a sacred ritual that makes sin clear to all and kills it. ”

This statement is quite similar to the relationship between the body and the soul, and the three of Witt felt both familiar and strange when they heard it, and they all sighed that Lydia was extremely intelligent, skilled in martial arts, meticulous in strategy, and good-looking......

Just as Lydia was crying and laughing in embarrassment in this series of rainbow farts, suddenly a dark wind hit behind her. The chill shocked everyone present and couldn't help but tremble. Looking at Werther's frightened eyes, Lydia had already guessed that there must be a cold-faced man in black who exuded an ominous aura behind her.

"It's getting late, let's retire first." It was still afternoon, but the three of them made up the most unreliable reason and fled, leaving Lydia standing in front of the tomb.