The expected chaos did not befall Golden Spike City, and the direction of the situation was completely beyond Bell's imagination.

As the clerk of several city lords, he naturally knew what it meant to break a city—looting, killing, disorder, exile...... It doesn't matter if it's knights, mobs, or pirates who enter the city, there is no essential difference. This was true of His Majesty Tifeco's suppression of the rebellion, as was the accession of the new duke.

The food and wealth of the city were the best reward for the usurper, and it was only natural that they should be kept as much as possible, just as the nobles were born nobler than the common people.

It has also been proven correct many times in the records of the history books.

This time, however, the situation was completely different - instead of stabbing the townspeople, Roland's army began relief and pacification work, and the large piles of wheat found in the ducal castle were boiled into porridge and distributed to the hungry, and a large number of recruitment messages were posted in the center of the square, and the participants could receive a certain amount of remuneration in addition to food! Could it be that the fourth prince traveled thousands of miles to conquer Golden Spike City just to squander his treasury?

Throughout the books, Bell has never seen such an absurd precedent in history.

But this was only a surprise to him at best, and another thing was a deep fear to the clerk.

That was the castle fire a few days ago.

The propaganda is full of loopholes in the rat arson, he served three dukes, lived in the castle for more than twenty years, and never found the entrance to the secret passage.

This life-and-death escape must be designed to be very hidden and safe, even if it is difficult to find traces inside, let alone invade from the outside. If those guys had this ability, they wouldn't have become street rats.

The fire was set by Roland's men.

Realizing this, Bell felt his heart pound against something.

For the first time, the nobles ceased to be nobler than the commoners, and their lives were as safe as those who were filled into the walls.

Perhaps even more dangerous.

And the big family that has not yet been served by Roland has obviously thought of this, and their reaction is very direct, that is, to leave Golden Harvest City...... Even leave the Grey Castle.

So what's next?

Could something like this happen to him?

In recent days, the clerk's hair has fallen out in clumps and cinches, and the empty space on the top of his head has become larger and larger.

This fear was not a fantasy, for for the past decade or so he had been known as a nobleman without a title, or the closest to a nobleman—he had served many lords, was well-informed, and had read more books than most of the sons of the family. Because of this, whether it was Garcia's sacking or the alternation of the eastern realm, he survived unharmed, even if the people in the city were sifted over and over again like straw, he still had the energy to observe and record those scenes.

Now, however, Bell can't even sleep when he sleeps.

Although that powerful army had not yet moved against any non-nobles—even ordinary people who had served the Great Family, he was not sure that the other party would continue to do so in the future.

He couldn't beg the families to take him with him, because he was still a commoner. He didn't want to sit still, he always wanted to do something.

In front of the flickering candlelight, the clerk turned his gaze to the chronicle of Golden Spike City, which was still being written.

Thinking of what he had written, Bell couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

That's right, I almost forgot about this......

Then he flipped to the last few pages, tore them off, and set the shredds on fire until they were reduced to ashes.

No, maybe that's not enough.

Bell pondered for a moment, then drew a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and stood on the paper.

"Whatever the outcome, you have to record it truthfully, understand?" - the words of Duke Willion rang in his ears.

Of course, he will now record it truthfully.

This is the duty of a registrar.

However, there is no absolute objectivity in this world, and it is not surprising that he now lives in a city ruled by Roland, and it is not surprising that he is a little biased, or rather, this is part of objectivity.

Bell took a deep breath and quickly dropped his pen.

"An emissary sent by the great King Roland Wimbledon has arrived today in his faithful city of Golden Spike......

On the outskirts of Chishui City, the camp of the First Army.

"Your Majesty, there is a secret letter from the East. ”

The nightingale leaped out of the mist, holding a gray goshawk in her hand. The latter raised its paws at Roland and grunted disapprovingly, as if complaining that the letter was too heavy—it had six rolls of paper tied to its paws, which took up almost all the space in its legs. It wasn't until the nightingale handed him a handful of grilled dried fish that the flying messenger fell silent.

Well, that's not a secret letter anymore.

Roland unfolded six densely written notes in turn, and quickly skimmed through them, the sender was an iron axe, and the main content was a routine summary and situation report after the war.

In the first half, as he had predicted, the Eastern Front Army easily captured the Golden Harvest City, and the mortars showed their might in the battle, and in the face of the fire delivery efficiency far exceeding that of the twelve-pounder field guns, even in siege warfare, the enemy was powerless to fight back.

However, seeing the second half, Roland was a little surprised "Huh".

"What, what's wrong over there?" asked the nightingale.

"Hmm...... It's not a problem, it's just a little strange," he said, handing the fifth piece of paper, "Look here." ”

"Burn the dungeon where the nobles are imprisoned?" Nightingale swept her eyes and immediately caught the point, "This is not your order?"

Roland shook his head, "No, I just told him that he was solely responsible for the war on the Eastern Front. ”

"That'...... "Since you are solely responsible, any kind of action taken is considered a normal measure, right?" ”

"You're right......" Roland touched his chin and said, but he always felt in his heart that this method of dealing with it was too literary - the eastern border was the place where the second prince lived for a long time, and capturing the city was only the first step, and the next battle with the surrendered nobles was the point. Therefore, he handed over most of the novice officials trained in the city hall to the east, and appointed the iron axe from the Shamin to be the commander of the Eastern Front Army.

According to his expectations, after Iron Axe took the Golden Spike City, in order to purge the enemy, there was a good chance that he would use his torture skills to the extreme - even the high priests of the church could not survive the torture of this Mogin, let alone those delicate nobles. Through bloody interrogations and executions, the old power of the nobility is destroyed step by step, and a new order is established in the east.

And just putting a fire on it doesn't seem to fit the style of an iron axe.

Roland thought about it for a while, and decided to put this little surprise behind him, and wait for the two armies to converge in the future to make inquiries - after all, as the nightingale said, the effect of this fire was surprisingly good, and the big family was directly frightened, and no longer cared about their fiefdoms, and began to flee abroad in a swarm.

At this rate, Seabreeze County and other territories should also be completely controlled by the city hall within a month, I thought that the situation on the eastern front would be stalemate for a long time, but I didn't expect that now there is a trend of surpassing the progress of the western front.