"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something is wrong, those damn bastards! They actually gathered together to start a rebellion and capture Tilesburg. According to information sent by the fleeing merchants, almost all the food and necessities destined for the capital were forcibly seized. In less than half a day, the price of all food had tripled, and at this rate, the whole city would be plunged into famine within three days. ”

A bureaucreator who had been promoted from the bottom rushed into the palace in a panic, shouting out of breath.

He looked so nervous at the moment, as if the sky was about to fall and the end of the world was coming.

But it's no wonder, after all, he was born at the bottom of society, and he knows better than any nobleman how terrible things can happen in the event of famine.

Driven by hunger and death, all the desperate civilians will rise up, either killed by heavily armed soldiers or rush to grab whatever food they think they have.

In contrast, the aristocrats who watched from the sidelines were extraordinarily calm, as if they did not take the crisis seriously in the slightest.

Know that for the nobles who remain neutral for the time being, whether this rebellion succeeds or not, they can get enough benefits from it.

If they fail, they can complete a bloodless expansion by devouring the wealth and land accumulated by the rebellious families for generations or even decades.

But if they succeed, they can overthrow the queen, who sits on the throne and does not represent their own interests, and return to the good old days of royal and aristocratic co-governance.

As for the untouchables at the bottom of the dead end, they are like rats anyway, no matter how many deaths they have, they will increase rapidly as the situation stabilizes.

Looking at the ugly faces of these vassals, Vilia kept sneering in her heart.

After a long while, she deliberately pretended to be careless and asked, "Oh, rebellion, haven't those fellows voluntarily renounced their titles and domains and are ready to go to a foreign monarch?

"Your Majesty, as is customary, the royal family should quickly send an emissary to ask what is going on. A nobleman stepped forward and offered to propose.

You don't have to ask to know that he's trying to help the rebels stall for time.

"Emissary, a group of civilians have taken over my land and tried to cut off the food supply to the kingdom's capital, and you still want me to send an emissary?" Vilia's tone changed suddenly, and her eyes burst with a light as sharp as a knife.

"Wan ...... I'm sorry!I've forgotten they're no longer nobles!" The man with the goatee shuddered for a moment, and took the initiative to bend down and bow to hide his true intentions.

Vilia was not a fool and understood that from the day he intended to centralize power, he was already on the opposite side of all the nobility.

The creatures standing in the halls of the palace are not so much vassals as potential enemies and moths that must be cleaned up in the future.

Thinking of this, she ordered without thinking: "Mobilize a large army at once, and give me three days to retake Tilesberg." Remember, all the participants are extremely family and are punishable for treason. The main culprit and the male heir were hanged, all property confiscated, and all female members were exiled. ”

Bang!

"Your will is our command!" the old man, standing on the right-hand side of the hall, stepped forward and slapped his solid breastplate hard.

As one of the few generals in the army to climb from the bottom, he knew very well that his queen needed a glorious victory to prove herself, and by the way, show the enemies who were hiding in the shadows that the kingdom was already that powerful kingdom.

Therefore, there must be no difference in this war, not only can there be no difference, but it must also be won quickly and steadily, so as to deter everyone.

Of course, after experiencing the battle of the country not long ago, he also had full confidence in his army, and did not feel that a mere rabble could withstand the frontal crushing of the steel puppet army.

It doesn't take much to have a battle in the open terrain, and the low-level soldiers will scatter and flee because of the collapse of morale.

"Very good! Go, my general, go and bring me the leaders of the rebels, and I will cut off their heads with my own hands, and hang them on the head of the city for every subject to see what will happen if they dare to provoke me. With that, Vilia stood up and drew his sword, which he placed in the old man's hands as a symbol of military power.

Without saying a word, the latter fell to one knee before striding forward, and took the king's sword, studded with gold and silver jewels, with both hands.

From beginning to end, the two ignored the great nobles who hung countless titles, including the Duke of Blonnhilda, who had long been the commander-in-chief of the three armies,

Fortunately, the duke's self-cultivation is not bad, at least on the surface, there is no contempt and contempt.

When he saw the lucky man, who had climbed from a soldier to a general, leave the palace and gather the army, the other duke finally couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, are you sure that a fellow who has only commanded two local battles will lead the army alone?"

"Why, is there a problem? Or do you think my army is not enough to destroy the rebels?" asked Vilia, squinting her eyes and smiling.

Her attitude was clearly tinged with anger, anger towards the entire aristocratic class.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have enough talent on hand to run the country, she would definitely let these bastards who are full of ideas about the supremacy of family interests go as far as she wants.

"No, I mean, you should send at least a few nobles with you. The best way to know is to break down an alliance from within. All it takes is a few nobles as lobbyists who promise benefits to some of them who are willing to get lost, and you can put down the rebellion with minimal effort. The Duke undoubtedly felt the disgust on his face, but he explained unhurriedly.

He understood that this rebellion had made the young queen hostile to the entire aristocratic class.

But so what?

Looking at the commoners who were promoted from the bottom, how many could replace the nobles in important positions?

So far, not a single one.

That's right!

That's the reality!

Brutal reality!

Even if the young queen knew it, there was nothing she could do!

It's okay to have grievances, just find a time to vent and be fine.

Anyway, as they grow older, impulsive young people will always become stable, gradually realize the irreplaceable importance of nobility, and finally reach some kind of cooperation agreement.

When the powerful queen dies, everything will be back to its original state......