"Offences include, but are not limited to, murder, ill-treatment or deportation of civilians of occupied territories for enslavement or other purposes, murder or ill-treatment of prisoners of war or wounding, killing of hostages, plundering of public or private property, destruction of towns or villages, or destruction not based on military necessity." ”

"Whoever starts a war under the pretext of trivial and trivial things in order to satisfy his own desires and plunder property will be condemned as a 'war criminal', the principal offender will be sentenced to death, and the accomplice will be sentenced to imprisonment or life imprisonment. ”

Speaking of this, the maid paused, and Cervantes grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth: "Maybe you don't understand, let me translate it! What Serra said means is that there is no war allowed in the Grim Wind Territory, and the side that takes the initiative to provoke the war will be sentenced, and if there is a conflict between adventurers or mercenary groups, they cannot kill people, and the murderer will also be sentenced, and the group of the murderers will be blacklisted by the Grimwind Territory, and they will not be invited to any official event. ”

"Next is a supplementary note: if there is a conflict between the two parties, you can seek official help to mediate, if not, you can apply to the official for a duel, and the type of duel is freely decided by both parties. In other words, without official permission, no one is allowed to die, and even if there is official permission, try to kill as few as possible!"

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing to add. ”

Cervantes licked his lips and looked at the nobles, "All the laws in this Penal Code apply to anyone, including me and Serra—the nobles are no exception. In other words, without our permission, even nobles can't take revenge in private and kill people at will!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

"You-"

"Shut up! Did I let you speak?!"

A grumpy nobleman stepped forward, and the other nobles around him did not hold him, or rather, did not think of holding him.

But as soon as he spoke, Cervantes changed his face—a spark erupted from between his teeth at the whispers of many in the whispers of exclamations.

"I remember, I didn't let you speak, did I?"

Under the persecution of those bright yellow vertical pupils, under the aggressive questioning of the 'lord', the nobleman took half a step back, squeezed out a sweaty head, and his eyes looked left and right, but the nobles around him were silent as if they hadn't seen or heard anything.

"You'd better keep your mouths shut until I give you permission to speak!"

Cervantes bared his teeth and did not tell them what the consequences were, but it certainly would not be a good thing.

Looking at the stunned people, Cervantes grinned, "Leaders, laugh! In the future, no one will be able or dare to take your lives and property easily, in the Sorrowful Wind Territory, as long as you do not break the law and commit crimes, do not commit adultery, and are not a criminal, no one will dare to do anything to you, if anyone really dares to do that, then I will definitely hunt them down - until death!"

"So, cheer!

"For a better future for the sad wind, celebrate!"

As soon as his words fell, the excited civilians raised their hands, and the cheers soared into the sky.

"Long live your lord!!"

"Well done Lord!"

"My lord, let's celebrate with the maid!"

It made the clergy and nobles from Lolandal feel that something 'terrifying' had happened, and the commoners actually made a coax because of this sentence.

"Kiss one!"

"Kiss one!"

"Kiss one!!"

As if sensing something 'glowing', the nobles' faces gradually turned hideous, but when they saw that the knights who had been working against them were also mixed in with the heckling crowd, their faces turned pale for a moment.

The maid blushed slightly, and her free hand quietly pinched the soft flesh of Cervantes' waist.

"You arranged it?"

She asked as she lowered the 'megaphone' a little farther away, her mouth still and the voice squeezed out between her teeth.

Cervantes shifted the Penal Code to his right hand, and his left hand stopped the maid's slender shoulder, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Of course! ”

In the coaxing of 'kissing one', in the uncertain looks of the nobles, the faces of the two 'people' on the giant projection got closer and closer, and the 'human face' of Cervantes, which looked very similar to his father, reminded the people present of their generous old duke, but their old duke would definitely not allow them to make such a coax.

"Wow—oh!!"

People applauded excitedly, men with female friends took the opportunity to hug the person in their minds with trembling hands, and some tried to learn from their lord and maid, but ......

Depending on their appearance and depth of affection, they are divided into two types, one is to get their wish, and the other is to consider whether to join the FFF group.

The nobles had different expressions, their children standing beside them, and some of the young men looked at the commoners with envy in their eyes, obviously a little moved.

The old nobles did not notice the strangeness of their children, and at this moment, their faces were extremely pale.

They had already seen that the woman and their lord were preparing to 'kill' them as nobles, and these mud-legged people no longer had the slightest fear of the nobles in their hearts, and they dared to heckle now, and they would no longer have any reverence for the 'nobles' after that.

When they saw those knights, they already understood that all this must be the woman's plan, and the stupid dragon must have no way to think of such a plan, so this must have been the 'bitch' who came up with it!

It didn't matter why she did it, and now they were sure that the woman wanted to deal with them, whether it was the decree issued in Wende City that 'anyone other than the nobles could become officials' or the way it was now, it was to be expected that when most people had lost the slightest reverence for them, they would be nothing, so to speak.

Even the nobles could not kill at will without official permission, which meant that they could not even deal with untouchables who defied their authority without the permission of the woman or their lord.

As far as they knew, the stupid dragon was obedient to that bitch, and he also said just now that they couldn't start a war because of some 'little things', and they also had enough reason to believe that it wasn't just 'war' if they were going to kill people because someone had flouted their authority, that bitch would never allow it, as long as she didn't allow it, how could that stupid dragon allow it.

“...... My lord, I wonder if we can ask you some questions now?"

But it didn't work to drag on like this, so the nobles discussed it and introduced a 'representative' to ask some questions, and if it was just a few questions, it shouldn't be anything.

Therefore, after hastily blessed himself with a [Illusion Technique], the 'representative' took a step forward and asked.

The amplified voice was also extremely loud in the cheering crowd, because of this sentence, the people gradually stopped cheering and looked at the nobleman who stood up.

Baron Graeme's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he felt like his legs were no longer sensational—his trembling legs, what was the difference between being sceptible and not?

For the first time, he was the 'representative' of the nobility, but he himself knew very well why he had been pushed out to be the 'representative' - even at such times, others did not dare to offend their nominal and 'actual' lords.

Cervantes let go of his hand with some uncertainty, looked at the red-faced maid, and licked his moist lips.

"Of ......course," thought the black dragon, "Sir Graeme, is there anything you would like to ask?"

Because he was in a good mood, Cervantes wondered if he wanted to play with them.

He took the 'megaphone' from the maid's hand and let the maid lean against him, although the soft flesh around his waist was pinched all the time, and there was not much change in the expression on his face, it didn't mean that he didn't feel pain, but this was the punishment he deserved.

"What a bad idea...... "The maid whispered in his ear, grumbling.

Hearing this, he smiled cheekily.

Because when she said this, the maid was also smiling.

Baron Graeme clutched his chest, and as a middle-aged man who was no longer so young, he felt that his heart was beating too fast now.

"What I want to ask is ......"

Baron Graeme gritted his teeth, glared angrily, and asked, "Will there still be a place for nobles to live in the future Sad Wind Territory?!"