In the hands of a luxurious and indulgent noble."

"It all boils down to one word, it's called power." Xueling Huanbing, who was sitting on the roof of the rear car, was alert to the movements behind the convoy and commented without looking back: "Excluding dissidents for the sake of power... As early as the establishment of the empire

This was already the case at the beginning."

"As a country that has been established for nearly eight hundred years, it is amazing that the empire can remain stable in this form."

Nodding in agreement, the tall and thin man replied in a low voice: "In addition to the explanation called 'system setting', the glorious tradition from the empire's long history is also one of the factors that maintain this situation.

In their minds, competition and competition are the most orthodox ways to deal with opponents."

"For...the glory of the empire, right?"

Looking back at the piles of corpses dumped on the roadside that had been pushed far away by his own convoy, Duan Qing sighed slightly: "To be able to do this, the Imperial people are really cruel."

"This is not called cruelty, this is called the folk customs."

As the sound of breaking through the air gradually approached, a certain fat player who had been disappearing in front for a long time slowly appeared on the side of the carriage: "Okay, Slender Wolf, don't discuss such an old topic."
Chapter completed!