Chapter 505 - Chapter 505: Chapter 473: Exterminate Meyer (1/2)
Chapter 505: Chapter 473: Exterminate Meyer
In the streets of a Rhea city, where the once bustling crowds had become sparse and silent, people walked quickly with their heads down, their eyes reflecting confusion and fear. Many sought a harbor they could rely on, yet they didn’t know where that harbor could be found.
Perhaps, there never was such a harbor to speak of.
Under the weight of collapse, there is no escape for anyone.
For the cities that had just surrendered, the pace of life for its Rhea inhabitants was completely disrupted. Their once familiar streets, shops, and markets were now enveloped in an oppressive atmosphere.
The shadow of war had not dissipated but had grown even more substantial. The arrival of the Cyart people, the new rulers, filled them with uncertainty and doubt.
The Cyart people were, beyond doubt, synonyms for savagery, brutality, and evil… at least in the hearts of the Rhea people.
So the people began to worry, to suffer, to despair.
Some even chose to end their lives in despair upon hearing that the “Blood Flames King” had died in battle and the Cyart people had invaded.
The Fischer family led the Cyart people here.
Regardless of whether the Rhea people were willing.
After the Cyart people took over one city after another in the southern part of Rhea, they showed an attitude completely different from previous invaders. Instead of immediate widespread looting and oppression, they adopted a more moderate and rational approach to governance.
The reason for this was that through an internal vote within the Fischer family, the management of the conquered regions was entrusted to Christine rather than Darren.
In the eyes of the rational and cold-hearted Christine, hatred was merely a concept that could be harnessed and, in the face of interests, still needed to yield. The interests of the Fischer family were everything!
To stabilize the people’s hearts, Christine implemented a series of measures. First, she ensured basic order and safety within the cities by dispatching troops to patrol and prevent looting and violence.
They also actively sent out intelligence organizations to continuously search for and suppress the opposition while greatly encouraging supporters of the Cyart people, further dividing the Rhea people internally.
For those who obeyed the administration, Christine was seen as a benign and generous ruler, even better than the original Rhea nobles. She not only refrained from rampant looting but also abolished many miscellaneous taxes.
But for the resistors, Christine’s intelligence organization was undoubtedly an evil nightmare, omniscient and always ruthless, secretly executing many Rhea people.
As for how people viewed her… Christine didn’t really care much about that. The most important thing was still the interests of the Fischer family.
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In the city square now ruled by the Cyart people, the intense sunlight shone down, and the towering buildings around cast long shadows. At the center of the square, on a hastily constructed platform, several elegantly dressed Cyart nobles sat with serious and sharp gazes.
Suddenly, the clamor of swift footsteps broke the quiet of the square as a squad of Cyart soldiers escorted a disheveled, panicked Cyart officer into the plaza.
This officer had taken his pleasure with Rhea female civilians without permission, facing severe charges for a serious breach of military discipline, causing great outrage. Now his face was etched with fear and dissatisfaction.
“I am an Extraordinary Exponent! I serve the noble Fischer family, my father is a viscount, I am a Cyart person, you cannot treat me like this!” he bellowed out desperately.
“Let me go! I just had fun with a Rhea beast, and you treat me like this! When it was time to fight, I was always at the forefront, you swine, are you even Cyart people? You damned traitors!”
As the officer was pushed beneath the platform, the whole square fell into a brief silence, with all eyes focused on the scene.
After a brief exchange among the seated Cyart nobles, one of the viscounts stood up, and his voice, amplified by the sound system, resonated across the entire square, each word striking every Cyart and Rhea person’s heart like a heavy hammer.
“Citizens and soldiers of Cyart, today we publicly deal with a Cyart officer who has violated military discipline, as a warning to remind everyone that, regardless of their status, they will receive equal treatment before Her Majesty the Queen’s laws.”
His tone was firm and authoritative, showing no sign of faltering.
“Let me go! I want to see Lord Christine and Lord Darren! I have meritorious deeds and honor, you swine don’t deserve to judge me!” the detained officer continued to yell, but no one paid any attention.
A few Cyart nobles sneered; today, the event was actually under the silent observation of subordinates of Lord Christine. If they showed even the slightest favoritism, they too would be punished.
Duke Darren might turn a blind eye, but for Lord Christine, rules were of utmost importance.
An enforcer stepped forward, and following Cyart law, administered a terrible punishment to the officer with a swift and precise method—flogging.
Throughout the ordeal, the officer clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound, but his pain and regret were vividly etched on his face.
After the punishment ended, the soldiers helped the officer up, and he staggered away from the square, while the surrounding civilians and soldiers fell into deep thought.