That night, Thorin Sartre entered Tallinn and told the anxious consul Stark about everything he had witnessed.

In the emergency hearing seat of the parliament, he swore with his ancestors of all generations to ensure that his testimony was accurate and without any selfishness - in fact, he and Grand Duke Stan did not have any hatred.

With the full promotion of the consul and the Federal Parliament, the fate of Grand Duke Stan was determined overnight.

The next day, the incident broke out completely.

The Federation declared that Grand Duke Stan had committed crimes against humanity. These crimes were rare in the Free Federation of Long Island, which was advertised as freedom. Even if you run outside the Stark's house to shit, you will at most insult the nobles. No one will mention the anti-humanity.

Only the Holy See always beat people to heresy and executed stolen on crimes against humanity.

Fortunately, the Holy See has been much more restrained over the years, at least it won’t burn anyone to death if it’s okay.

Not only do the poor in the country there rarely starve to death and freeze to death—the church will take in and rescue them, especially those who die of illness—but become the place where the three kings have the strongest sense of happiness.

Grand Duke Stan's crime against humanity is very simple, it is to use people to experiment.

Although most of them were burned to ashes by the dragon, it was not difficult to collect evidence in this regard, and some evidence were also arrested.

What's more, Grand Duke Stan has sent such finished monsters to the battle.

Grand Duke Stan was a little stunned when he received the news. He asked in confusion: "I just caught some untouchables. Is this a matter considered anti-human?"

His left and right Ai Jiang stammered and could no longer say anything comforting.

"Sir, the splitter ran away!" Someone came to report, and the disaster did not happen alone, not just the splitter ran away.

Continuous reports of someone running away.

Grand Duke Stan sat dejectedly on the chair. He sat stunned for a while and asked foolishly: "Why don't you leave? Are you all gone?"

"Sir, I am a flying ability user. I can leave any time if I want to leave, so there is no need to leave now." said a capable user.

"Then do you think I am anti-human?" asked Grand Duke Stan.

"I don't know, and I don't want to care. I only know that after following the grand duke in the past few years, my family has built a big house, my brother has become a nobleman, and I have also enjoyed all my glory and wealth, which are something I never dared to dream of in my dreams." The capable person answered honestly.

"What about you?" Grand Duke Stan asked another one.

The man knelt directly on the ground and said, "I was originally a death row prisoner. I forced the woman from the noble family to demolish the noble family. You see, I am a talented person and force the noble to swallow this breath. If you fall down, the noble family will never let me go. Instead of hiding for the rest of my life, I might as well follow you to fight."

"Butler, what do you think you should do?" Grand Duke Stan suddenly remembered the steward who had been silent behind him. He should have to discuss it with his plan and let him come up with a complete plan.

"I don't know who promoted this, Evra, we might be losing." The butler sighed.

"Then... are you leaving?" asked Grand Duke Stan.

"I am so old, and it's not a few years away from dying early or late." The housekeeper said calmly: "I don't know why this matter attracted the attention of the remnants of the Sartre family, and it also gave the consul a sharp knife. It's obvious that someone is planning to us."

"Butler, why do you want to do this? I don't need to die as a wise ghost. I don't want to die." Grand Duke Stan roared as he grabbed the butler's arm.

"Look at how many soldiers are left, Evra, the only thing that can save us is force." The old butler looked at the person he guarded with mercy.

Grand Duke Stan staggered out the door and asked someone to beat the drums and gather troops.

He was so rich, his soldiers were well equipped and could get a lot of money. Although deserters appeared at this moment, the Ten Mile Barracks were not in a mess. The federal spies who went to the barracks to spread news first and hoped that the bombing camp would not have achieved much effect.

With the expansion of magic, Grand Duke Stan's voice reached the ears of everyone in the Shili Barracks.

"I, Stan, are a selfish person, I'm sorry to me, I don't treat them as human beings, my father is sorry to me, he died, my brothers and sisters are sorry to me, they are dead, and there are many people who are sorry to me, they are all dead..."

"But I, Stan, are the best of my own people," said Grand Duke Stan, "You said, have I treated you badly? When you were not food or clothing, who gave you gold coins so that you would not freeze and starve to death? What did the nobles of the Federation do for you when you need help the most?"

"The untouchables burned, killed, looted, robbed your bread, robbed your children, robbed your wives. Where were the nobles of the Federation at that time?"

"No one, no one came out to resist them!"

"It's me! Evra Stein! It's me who stood up and called you to fight for this minor federation!"

"I just dug some corpses from the tomb and let the necromancer turn them into combat power, thereby reducing the casualties of your brothers. This is called anti-human. You have also been loyal to an anti-human lord. Are you convinced?"

"Anyway, I am not convinced. I am worthy of heaven and earth, the Federation, and you brothers!"

"I won't stop you from leaving. Go back to live your poor days. Those who are willing to stay will double their food and salary. If I, Grand Duke Stan, become the consul, or even become the king, you are all heroes and nobles!"

"You can build a big house in your hometown, and you can build it as big as you want. By the way, you can marry the most beautiful Muliang from the neighboring village home."

"Swear to be loyal to your great Lord!" I don't know who took the lead, but the Ten Mile Barracks shouted.

The Grand Duke of Stan, whose troops were already close to 200,000, had already gone through this turmoil, and the number was less than 150,000.

It doesn't seem to be a damaging force, but it actually hit him very hard.

His commercial empires spread throughout the Federation suddenly became illegal property, and countless maggots pounced on them and gnawed them.

In fact, he couldn't hold on to the double salary promised by Grand Duke Stan for too long.

However, he still didn't fall.

He looked at the sword in his hand, fantasizing about the scene where it pierced everyone, the enemies, the betrayers, the residue that prevented him from stepping onto the Supreme Throne.

On this day, the entire Federation was earth-shaking.

The consul hopes to dismantle a noble boss in this way, but no one expected that Grand Duke Stan could survive.

To sum up, there may be three reasons.

Stan was good at employed people and was indeed generous to his own people. He was not a moral gentleman, and his daily work was not good. There were few moral gentlemen gathered around him.

He misinterpreted the Necromancer's experiments with living people, and the purpose was to reduce the casualties of soldiers, and washed away a lot of dirt on his body in an instant.

In fact, these are all superficial reasons.

The most fundamental reason is that the Federation is sick and now it is turbulent again. After these soldiers escape, they have no way to survive. They can't even survive. Who would obey the laws of the Federal Parliament?

What made the consul even more desperate was that as Lord Stan launched a stern attack and plunder of nearby aristocrats, nobles from all over the country recruited soldiers to prepare food and grass. In a moment, dozens of famous and surnamed figures stood on the hill.

It's like a person has dozens of abscesses.
Chapter completed!