Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Although Milin's method of taking Escalon City seems like a joke, in this chaotic world, this simple and direct method of changing the king's flag on the city head is actually very common.

The daily life of the residents of Escalon has not been affected by the change of rulers.

As soon as the day breaks, everyone should do what they should do and what they should be busy with.

The wealthy households in the city who would really be affected also immediately prepared a small but not insignificant gift, intending to get closer to Milin.

I don’t ask Milin to give them any convenience, I just ask Milin not to delay their daily production and business operations too much.

As for how the other imperial emperors, especially Queen Gaia, the theoretical supreme leader of the Escalon City area, viewed this matter, these residents had not considered it at all.

The tavern owner Avigo, who had the best relationship with Milin, was chosen by the rich to contact Milin on their behalf.

Avigo originally wanted to refuse this task.

After all, he and Milin are very familiar with each other, but they are not at the stage where they talk about everything as close friends. At most, they are just acquaintances.

Who knows what Milin's true character is.

If Milin doesn't want to stay for a long time, then someone like Avigo who is familiar with Milin will be easily punished...such as being silenced, silenced, and silenced.

He didn't want to go back, but the kickbacks given by those wealthy households were too much. After hesitating for about half a second, the tavern owner still put on a toga and approached Milin as a citizen representative.

However, the courage that was propped up by the dinar dissipated without a trace as soon as Avigo walked into the main gate of the castle.

Even after a whole night, there was still a lingering smell of blood in the castle and the courtyard outside the castle.

The usual guards with eyes above their heads were nowhere to be seen, and the servants who were always starching clothes at the dedicated water well were nowhere to be seen.

In the rather small courtyard, there was only a white-haired child squatting on the ground and playing with a ball.

The quiet and strange scene reminded Avigo of Milin, who always had a smile on his face.

Avigo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and subconsciously came to the child, wanting to ask where Milin was.

As a result, before getting closer, Avigo suddenly discovered that the white-haired child was not playing with balls, but with heads that still retained the frightened expressions before his death.

The most conspicuous of these heads is the one belonging to the former city lord Deus.

Sensing Avigo's approach, Attila, who was treating the heads with lime powder according to Milin's instructions, raised his head and took a look.

The cold and emotionless eyes made Avigo's expression change from confusion to horror, and then the seriously overweight tavern owner rushed into the castle at a speed that was completely out of proportion to his weight.

Seeing Avigo's movements, Attila continued to lower his head and handle the head in his hand without even thinking about it.

Although she didn't know what Milin ordered her to do with these heads by treating them with lime that was usually used for wall painting, Attila still did it very seriously and responsibly.

When he saw the tavern owner, who was wearing a toga and with a big belly, rolling into the hall like a ball, Milin, who was playing cards with Alori, couldn't help laughing and said:

Oh, Lao Wei, what are you doing?

Avigo, who was frightened by Attila, looked at Milin in panic. After confirming that Milin's personality had not changed drastically, he took a deep breath and patted his belly and said:

What a big deal you did.

I can't help it, I'm all forced to do it.

While Milin was talking, Alori, who had changed into a maid outfit at some point, immediately walked to the side and poured two glasses of wine and brought them over.

Milin picked up the wine glass from the dinner plate and took a sip. He motioned to Avigo and said politely:

I'll treat you this time.

Avigo, who had seen Alori sweeping around in the tavern more than once, was stunned for a while before accepting the current appearance of Alori, a humanoid female tyrannosaurus.

But more than Alori's appearance, Avigo now needs a little alcohol to relax his newly frightened emotions.

After finishing the drink in one gulp, Avigo noticed that the wine glass in his hand was a priceless white porcelain cup, and he immediately carefully placed the white porcelain wine glass back on the tray in Alori's hand.

Noticing Avigo's action, Milin also glanced at the ordinary white porcelain wine glass in his hand and asked:

Is this thing valuable?

It's more expensive than all my belongings. Avigo paused for a long time on the white porcelain wine glass and said, It's just a Cathay guy like you who doesn't take this thing seriously.

This was not the first time that Milin was called a Cathay native and he said indifferently:

It seems that the former city lord still has some wealth.

He is a noble after all. I didn't expect you to kill him directly. Avigo looked away, shook his head and said, I thought you would keep him in exchange for ransom.

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Avigo still knew that Milin valued Dinar.

Ransom? No need. I don't want to be remembered every day.

Milin said indifferently.

... Milin's response made Avigo a little strange.

According to the common sense of this world, the captured nobles should eat and drink well and wait for the other party to collect the ransom, so that if they are captured in the future, they can use the ransom to buy their own life.

A person like Milin who directly raises the knife with his hands is easily remembered.

That's it... After listening to Lao Wei's explanation, Milin thought for a moment that the war painting style in medieval Europe was indeed like this, but everything had been done and there was nothing to fix.

It's too embarrassing to point fingers at people who use the dark side of the Force.

Even if Milin knew about the ransom and held back, then Lord Deus should still be in a state of being a stick.

Seeing that Milin also looked a little regretful about the ransom, Avigo immediately asked Attila who scared him in the courtyard outside the door what he was doing and why he was playing with those heads with lime powder.

That's the custom of my hometown. Milin briefly explained what Zhujingguan is.

... Avigo, who had never expected such a terrifying custom in Cathay, once again refreshed his understanding of Milin.

Aren't you afraid of arousing other people's... hostility? Avigo asked carefully choosing his words.

Others? What other people? Other nobles? Milin asked.

Seeing that Milin still looked unconcerned, Avigo nodded cautiously.

If I don't do this, those who should be hostile will still be hostile to me. Milin finished the drink and said: If I do this, those who are hostile to me will still consider their abilities.

Milin's response, which he didn't know whether to be ignorant or fearless, left Avigo stunned once again.

After a long pause, the tavern owner remembered his mission and asked Milin in a slightly worried tone:

Then do you plan to stay here or find a chance to leave here?

It depends on the situation. I am more inclined to stay here. There is a reason why Milin said this. After spending one night to clean up Escalon City, Milin discovered that he had a golden finger. Several places were lit up at once.

A municipal tree, a technology tree, and a town hall.

This city main castle was classified as a town hall by Milin's golden finger.

If you really want to stay here, you need to get the emperor's approval. Avigo thought for a while and said.

The emperor's approval? Milin asked a little strangely.

Seeing Milin's response, he knew that Milin had never thought about this matter. Avigo quickly said: If there is no such recognition, the surrounding lords will definitely send troops.

As for the purpose of sending troops, Avigo knew even without talking to Milin.

Well, this is indeed a trouble. Even so, Milin's calm expression showed that he did not think this was a trouble at all.

But if you get the emperor's approval, this problem won't be a problem. Avigo, who forcibly ignored Milin's attitude, continued: I will call you master then.

Will the emperor recognize me so easily? Milin continued to say indifferently.

Simple but not simple. Avigo touched his round belly and said, After all, there are several emperors in the empire now.

You mean to let me get the approval of another emperor. Milin knew about it when the empire was in the process of dividing the three houses. To put it more simply, Milin only found out about this through the chubby tavern owner in front of him. .

Of course not. Avigo said quickly: Iscalon does not border the territory of the other two emperors.

It is precisely because Escalon City is in the middle of the territory of one of the emperors that the garrison strength is not that strong.

I mean, as long as you can pay enough blood tax and respond to the emperor's recruitment, the emperor won't care too much whether the lord changes, at least not that much. Avigo said.

At least you don't care that much? Milin noticed that there was something in Avigo's words.

Well, this requires a little work, but it's not like this has never happened before. Avigo recalled for a moment and said: As long as you can let the citizen representatives prove to the emperor that the previous city lord did not do good things, you will only do these actions as a last resort. , then the emperor can only temporarily recognize you. If you can make some more military exploits when the emperor recruits you, then it will be a matter of course for you to become the master.

Huh, what is this? Regional Praetorian succession laws? Centurion Law of Succession? This is very Roman, this is very imperial, but then again, does Lao Wei, the tavern owner, know so clearly? Milin looked at the fat man in front of him strangely.

Lao Wei's intelligence style has always been based on hearsay and unreliability.

Because that's how Deus became a master. Avigo said.

Oh, that's it. No wonder that Deus looked so gangster, so that's where he came from.

That guy was originally a barbarian from the west. He used to be called Delite or Delite. He changed his imperial name only after he became the city lord. Avigo said.

Is that so? So I only need to deal with the citizen representatives? Milin nodded.

Speaking of which, what would happen if I changed the name of my empire? Midius? Migo?

This is the simplest thing. Avigo straightened his back and said. In fact, the things he just said to Milin were also the result of discussions among the wealthy people in the city.

Deus, that barbarian, is extorting excessive taxes while not concentrating on cleaning up the banditry in the territory. It can only be said that everyone has suffered from him for a long time, and it is time to replace him.

It just so happened that Milin's security battles in Escalon in the past few months had given the rich people the impression that they were strong, talkative and normal.

Easy? Milin, who knew it was difficult to agree with others, asked curiously.

“Because I am now a citizen representative,” Avigo said.