Chapter 455： Summon

Forty-six days.

Baron Sunderland sat quietly on the single bed of his own, facing the wall, counting the scratches on the wall from the beginning to the end, and then counting from the end to the end.

He has been in this cell for forty-six days.

As a member of the Southland aristocracy who responded to the Count of Hosman, he knew that he was very lucky. Because of the low title, he was not qualified to be close to the ranks of the Count of Hosman, so he escaped the shelling on the gravel ridge. And then because of the low position, he was thrown away by the large forces when he fled, and it became one of the first aristocrats captured by the Cecils. Instead, he was less likely to survive the night and night in the wilderness. Some hardships.

But he doesn't know how long his "lucky" can last.

The defeat of the aristocratic coalition seems to have been a thing of the last century. The inspiring but end-of-life tragedy has now become a nightmare that has been deliberately avoided, but is constantly being replayed in the mind, Baron Sunderland knows. Except for the Cecil family and a small number of people who were loyal to Cecil in advance, all the nobles were finished, even though he had been so illusory when he was just locked in this cell, fantasizing the Cecil. Lost in the follow-up battles, and finally reached a stalemate with the Southland nobility, but he finally waited for one after another new "Prisoners"

A familiar face was thrown into the cell, and each face meant that a new piece of land fell into the hands of the Cecils. When more than half of the aristocrats in the South appeared in this “prisoner of war camp”, Viscount Sunderland accepted the fact that there would be no turning point.

Now, like all other aristocratic prisoners, he can only stay quietly in this cell, waiting for the Duke of Govin Cecil to call himself one day and give a clear result.

There was a commotion from the cell next door.

Baron Sunderland looked up and saw the Viscount of the "Prisoner" who was in the same room as himself. He also raised his head. The two men listened to the movement in the cell next door and looked at each other for a moment. Shaking his head and smiling.

"It’s the ones who got back from the Rock Fortress," said the Countess Trier, smiling. "It seems that they are not adapted to the 'rules' here."

"The same was true at the beginning," Baron Sunderland also said with a smile. "Listen, they ask the guards to salute them, and ask for red wine and pillows, and even emphasize the problem of ransom... I haven’t heard it for a long time. These words."

The people who lived in the cell next door were only taken in a few days ago. They came from the Rock Fortress. Baron Sunderland once thought that these people had escaped the pursuit of the Cecils and returned to their respective territories, but now Only then did they know that they just hid in the fortress in the north.

These new "Prisoners" brought amazing news to the aristocratic prisoners in the prison camp. According to their description, the Rock Fortress has fallen under the attack of the Cecils. The legendary fortress has persisted for two days. To.

Even according to some sayings, the real offense only lasted for about half a day. In two days, it was the time to set up the Cecil people to camp.

Baron Sunderland has lived here for forty-six days. He has successfully adapted and accepted the status quo at the moment, but it is clear that those who have just entered will need a period of buffering to understand the situation.

After the movement in the cell next door finally came to an end, Viscount Trier asked: "What do you think the Duke of Govin Cecil wants?"

"Perhaps the unconditional allegiance of all the southern nobles, just as loyal to the king," Baron Sunderland said of his own speculation. "We can already see that this war is actually driven by him. He obviously wants Returning your own things to the South will re-emerge as the Principality of Cecil."

"...the Principality of Cecil," Trevor Trier said for a moment, and sighed. "I thought so after he was not asking for a ransom."

Baron Sunderland picked up: "It could be worse..."

Viscount Trier wanted to ask the other person what the "worse" in the mouth meant, but before he spoke, the sound of a military boot on the concrete floor interrupted his door and opened, wearing a magic armor. Cecil soldiers stood at the door and said in a cold voice: "The Duke wants to see you."

The Baron Sunderland and the Viscounts of Trier suddenly raised their heads and looked at them with surprise and surprise:

After waiting for so long and worried and worried, did Gao Wen Cecil finally summon the nobles in the South? !

......

In the city of Cecil, in the lounge next to the conference hall of the Office of Government Affairs, Gao Wenzheng waited leisurely, next to him was Heti quietly standing and amber that was not quiet.

"Hey, hey, do you think that the nobles will be convinced by you?" Amber glanced at the file on the table next to him and couldn't help but get together in front of Gao Wen. "These things are almost dead for them."哎"

"Slightly pay attention to a little etiquette?" Hetty couldn't help but frown. "This is in the Office of Administration, you must at least be conscious..."

Amber akimbo, plausible: "I noticed, I just saw you from the door, you didn't see it?"

The occasional squabbling of the two was already a commonplace. Gao Wen directly ignored this, but said without hesitation: "Convince? I didn't intend to talk to them, and the choice was not in their hands."

"To tell the truth, why don't you just send them all to the mine, dig the stones and dig them to death, and pull them out to let them 'actively' give up the privilege of the nobility," Amber said inexplicably. "In any case, their territory has been taken up by you, and their army has been defeated by you. Even their people are already in your cell..."

Gao Wen smiled and shook his head, then looked at Hetty: "Hetty, you explain to her."

Heti looked helplessly at Amber. Although he did not want to take care of the elves of this elf, the elders still had to listen: "The migration of the ancestors and the construction of a new city are underway. Currently, Hosman City, Leslie City, The transformation and construction of Gülen City and Kant City are entering a new stage. However, as the population continues to concentrate and the new government order is continuously implemented, the resistance of various places is gradually emerging.

“The three regions of Leslie, Gülen and Kant are in good condition. The biggest resistance comes from the Hosman region and almost all the old aristocratic territories outside the four new cities.

"The influence left by the old aristocracy is still there, and it is quite tricky. Many local rich peasants still have doubts about the new lords. A considerable number of local scholars and businessmen still support the old lords, or simply the old ones. The 'private' of the lord, the second-level government office wants to recruit people in those areas is very difficult, and commercial transformation has also encountered a lot of obstacles.

"In the western Pelop region and around the Carroll region in the north, some exiled knights and aristocrats have been converted into bandits. They are afraid to stay close to the Cecil Corps, but they will frequently harass the village because of the Cecil Corps. The manpower is limited, and the progress of the robbery of these exiled knights is not satisfactory. And worse, some of the exiled knights in the northwest are in contact with Lu’an, and they may be transformed into the armed forces of Lu’an Cathedral.”

Amber's eyes widened: "And there are exiled knights and aristocrats?! They are not all killed or caught!?"

"70,000 people, running around on the plains, there will always be a net leak," Gao Wen shook his head. "And the 70,000 people that Hosman pulled up could not be all aristocratic troops themselves. Every nobleman must at least How many knights and soldiers to watch in the castle? After the news of the defeat of the nobility coalition was passed back, the more alert ones of these left-behind knights ran almost immediately, and they became exiled knights."

"It’s really a trouble..." Amber listened to this kind of thing and it was a big one. "You can’t use it for a few days when you hit the South. How do you maintain order? It’s more trouble than laying down the entire South...”

"Governance itself is more difficult than occupation," Gao Wen squinted amber. "I took you down from the window sill for only a second, but this is more than a year. Wouldn't you still jump into the window and enter the house?"

Amber: "...I am asking you to mess with you..."

Gao Wen ignored the amber protest, but said: "The troubles we have encountered are really tricky, and some of them may even lead to the retrogression and repetition of our new order construction, some of which are troublesome. It will last for a long time, and may even last for a full or two generations... but I am not worried at all."

A lot of footsteps came from the hall next door, and Gao Wen showed a smile and stood up.

"Besides the problem that the folk custom is difficult to change and the human heart is difficult to raise, it must rely on time to solve the problem. Most of the other problems are actually concentrated on the nobles and the traditional order they maintain. I am the origin of those nobles and traditional order. ""

The attendant stood in front of the big conference hall and shouted in a loud and powerful voice.

"The guardian of the South, the pioneer of Ansu, the founder of the kingdom, the ruler of the Principality of Cecil, the Duke of Govin Cecil"

Sitting at the long table in the big conference hall, I was so upset that the South African aristocrats who were still whispering at the moment had closed their mouths almost at the same time, just as there were dozens of invisible hands that caught their necks at the same time. Let these people look up neatly and turn to the direction of the hall door.

They stretched their necks like dozens of funny ducks.

Gao Wen, who was wearing the black duke, walked into the hall. He looked at the southern aristocrats who had stretched their necks on both sides of the long table. These people had been deliberately hanging in the captive camp for a long time. The longest time was even in it. Forty days, except for a few people who had just caught back from the Rock Fortress, the remaining nobles had already been greatly frustrated. When they saw their eyes, Gao Wen knew that today's things would be easy.

The nobles got up, and although they sat for dozens of prisons, the courtesy movements engraved in the muscle memory allowed them to almost instinctively complete the most standard tribute process.

Gao Wen calmly accepted the tribute of these losers and strode to the top of the conference table. He did not have any nonsense, but waved his hand to the clerk who came in behind him: "Send them."

The two clerk held dozens of documents in their hands and began to distribute them to every nobleman on the scene. The nobles looked at the scene with horror and curiosity, and even daring to talk about it as they expected. The “calling” process is very different, and this “Cesil-style” rule makes them feel helpless.

The aristocrats who received the documents immediately turned their attention to the printed matter in front of them: they first noticed the incredible uniformity of these prints, and each character, each line of text, and each segment were accurate to none. It is picky, even the best artisans can't engrave such plates, but soon their curiosity about "prints" is broken up by the specific content of the documents.

The aristocrats who saw the contents of the document all showed a horrified expression.