Killing nobles, especially large-scale massacres of nobles in non-battlefield environments, is almost unimaginable in a world like the social environment of medieval Europe.
Because the privileges of the aristocratic class are based on all-round monopoly control from economy to politics to force and spirit.
The economy is manifested in the complete possession of land, the most important means of production in the non-industrial era, and the strong personal dependence of tenant farmers, serfs and servants on their aristocrats under the manorial economic system.
Even transportation channels such as roads and bridges were also owned by the nobles.
Caravans had to pay valuable tolls when passing through noble territories.
In many aristocratic territories located at transportation hubs, the economic benefits that a bridge or a dock can generate may account for a staggering proportion of income.
And politics has made it so that if a person does not have aristocratic blood, he can basically say goodbye to power in this life.
Although in the church system of the King's Hall, soldiers with outstanding military talents have a very low probability of crossing the class, their upward path has a very obvious upper limit and ceiling.
In other words, although civilians have a very small chance of becoming a member of the ruling class, at best they are at the level of middle- and lower-level bureaucrats.
As for the dominant interest groups at the upper levels, they are without exception the nobility and their heirs.
Especially those second sons, third sons, and fourth sons who were unable to inherit titles and territories because they had received education and strict training since childhood.
Coupled with the additional bonuses brought by aristocratic blood, they are often more likely to be favored by kings and other nobles than commoners, and then they can be canonized as knights for their military exploits.
Even the bishops, archbishops, and religious knights of the French King's Hall are basically the exclusive domain of nobles.
In terms of spirituality, the idea of ​​"divine right of kings" has been deeply rooted in people's hearts for hundreds of years. Everyone believes that nobles are naturally superior to others, which is determined by God. Therefore, no matter how much anger and dissatisfaction there is, they can only endure it.
Even if an uprising broke out among the peasants who could no longer survive in some places, no one would dare to shout out words such as "Princes and generals would rather have their own kind" and raise a banner to overthrow a country's political power and reshuffle it.
Most of them just grabbed some food and treasure, and then tried to use this as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the noble army that came to encircle and suppress them after winning a few battles.
The end result was basically massacred without mercy.
After all, all feudal nobles are essentially semi-independent warlords, and force is the foundation for them to maintain their rule.
It can even be said that war is the privilege of the aristocracy, and it is a way for them to redistribute interests internally, and civilians are not even qualified to participate.
To sum up, anyone who dares to blatantly massacre nobles is unlikely to end well, and will 100% be besieged by other nobles.
So when Zuo Si killed all the nobles who came to attend the wedding, the entire castle was shocked from top to bottom.
Everything happened so fast that the castle steward and captain of the guard had no time to dissuade him.
The servants were so frightened that they even slumped on the ground as if they had seen the end of the world coming.
Because this was not a simple killing, but a breaking of the sacred and inviolable iron rules of the nobility, and a declaration of war on a forbidden area that had lasted for hundreds of years.
The look in his eyes that completely ignored authority and wanted to subvert everything made these mortals who were completely controlled and enslaved from mind to body feel deep fear.
After all, all living things, including humans, are instinctively unwilling to step out of their comfort zone, and they don't like drastic turbulence and changes in the surrounding environment.
Especially those who are qualified to live in the castle, even slaves, think that they are superior to the common people outside, so they are often staunch defenders of aristocratic rule.
But before these people could recover from the shock, Zuo Si issued an order that made them explode even more.
That is to gather the army to launch a war and attack all the noble territories that just died.
"Sir...Sir, I must remind you that even if we mobilize urgently, we can only recruit no more than 1,500 troops from the territory, and the nobles you killed can gather more than tens of thousands of troops.
Army."
Bertrand, the castle butler, reminded with a slightly trembling voice.
As someone who had served Viscount Lister Roald, he originally thought that he had seen the "big world".
Whether it is the former's status as an apostle or the monster offspring he gave birth to with Naberal, it is enough to leave a lifelong psychological shadow on most normal people.
But not only did he survive, but he also won the trust of Viscount Lister Roald, and was neither alienated nor killed.
He even secretly helped this terrible master see many shady things.
But all of these combined could not compare to the madness Zuo Si was showing right now.
Because even if Viscount Lister Roald became an apostle, his thoughts and behavior patterns would still be those of a nobleman.
Zuo Si, on the other hand, turned over the table without saying a word, exuding a kind of contempt and disdain for the aristocratic class of this continent from the bottom of his heart.
The nobles on earth who died miserably are living examples.
Especially the terrifying swordsmanship, which even the best knight's plate armor could not withstand. More than fifty knights and more than three hundred retinues were killed with ease.
These people were all brought by the nobles who came to attend the wedding. They were all the best among the best and could handle a small war.
But now they were all massacred by one person within a few minutes.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bertrand, the castle butler, would never have believed that personal force could reach such an exaggerated level.
The most important thing is that Zuo Si holds the signet ring of the Roald family in his hand, and he has also legitimately and legally obtained the right to dominate the family through his marriage to Miss Mana.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! So now he is theoretically the head of this family and the new generation of Viscount Roald. No one in the entire castle can raise any questions, let alone dare to
He resisted the orders he gave in a subtle way.
After all, whether it was the killing of apostles and lions, or the killing of nobles and their accompanying guards and servants, it showed that this new master was a ruthless character.
"Take all the money in the treasury and go to the towns to recruit mercenaries and young adults. Recruit as many as you can.
In addition, if I guess correctly, Viscount Lister Roald should have been preparing for war these years, right?
He also used all the weapons and armor he had accumulated to arm these recruited soldiers.
I'll give you four hours. After four hours I will see an army ready to go.
Do you understand?"
Zuo Si stared into the eyes of the castle steward and gave an unquestionable order directly.
As long as the other party dares to say no or hesitate at all, he will directly choose to kill to establish his power.
As a person who has a deep understanding of the operation of power, he knows very well that when he first takes office and does not have his own confidants, any questioner below him will cause his own prestige to decline, so he must not be lenient.
Bertrand obviously noticed the warning in his eyes, and could only nod his head bravely: "Understood! I guarantee that you will have a sufficient and fully equipped legion in four hours."
"Very good! Remember, as long as you are willing to follow me and work hard, I will give you everything you want. Whether it is wealth, status, money, or a real noble title."
A look of satisfaction appeared on Zuo Si's face, and he raised his left arm and patted the butler's shoulder gently to show encouragement.
"What? Noble title!"
Bertrand suddenly raised his head with an expression of shock and disbelief.
Because in this country, the only person who can ennoble a noble is the king, and the royal family, which has been ousted by big nobles such as dukes, will not grant a title to a person who is born as a commoner and does not have any aristocratic blood.
Zuo Si responded meaningfully: "Don't be so surprised.
You have to understand that in this land filled with chaos and war, power is violence.
As long as I have the most powerful violence, no matter whether it is a noble or a royal family, everyone must kneel on the ground and surrender.
Otherwise I will run over and sweep them into the dustbin of history.
Nobles are also human beings and can be fooled and killed. Their blood has no sanctity at all.
So when I won the war, I naturally had the qualifications to redistribute land and power.
Those who are willing to follow me to complete this great deed will all be richly rewarded."
"You...you want to build a country of your own?"
Bertrand finally realized how big Zuo Si's appetite and ambition was, and his mouth opened in disbelief.
"Ha ha ha ha!
No, just one country cannot satisfy me.
You should have heard that there was an overlord who conquered the continent a thousand years ago - Garcelik, right?
He is the one I want to emulate.
And I will do better than him..."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly told these people who had lived in the shadow of Viscount Lister Roald his plan.
Because if you want to establish more causal connections, you must let yourself care about something and have more people or things you care about.
So there is nothing better to integrate into the web of destiny woven by the God of the Abyss than to build a huge empire.
To a certain extent, Zuo Si felt that he and Griffith actually had many similarities.
To be continued...