You don’t need to give instructions for things to happen; countless people will actively ponder your preferences and intentions.
It’s like dating a handso, wealthy person, there’s no difficulty at all.
In the upcoming chaotic tis, strength is Byron’s greatest asset. Even if he stands there doing nothing, countless people will jump onto his ship.
...
At this mont, deep within the heavily fortified Ganquan Palace.
The First Beauty of the Channel Islands, Elizabeth Woodville, dressed in finery, is sitting at the vanity, applying her makeup.
Despite having birthed ten children over the years, she remains radiant and alluring.
Coupled with the Blood Brew Bloody Mary tribute from the Bloodthirsty Cult, of which she receives a bottle each ti, her appearance seems forever frozen a decade ago.
This "first beauty" never loses her charm.
However, hearing the commotion outside now, her hand trembles slightly.
Yesterday, she witnessed a stream of black water flowing from the void and sweeping away all eight of her children, born with Edward IV.
Especially considered the next King, Edward V’s eldest son was her greatest reliance.
In just a few months, she lost her entire family, husband, children. Now, every step closer the new king takes to Ganquan Palace, her "queen" rank strips away a bit, and her last standing is about to be lost.
Elizabeth gently stroked her red lips, exquisite clavicle, her profound confidence returned to her face:
"It’s okay, no man can resist my charm, especially those mighty kings.
As long as Byron Lancaster sees with the King’s identity, he’ll certainly want to possess madly and no longer look at other won.
He doesn’t love girls, only loves widows.
Humbly kneel on one knee, placing the queen’s crown back on .
Just like when Edward worshiped at my skirts back then!
At that ti, everything will return to again."
She stood up and waited quietly at the palace gates for the arrival of the new king.
As the sound of hooves echoed, the white roses throughout Ganquan Palace blood continuously, yet upon blossoming, they all turned red.
Even in a world holding extraordinary power, this scene resembled a divine miracle!
As if the Mandate of the Red Rose is little by little reclaiming this place.
However, Elizabeth was not greeted by the new king.
Instead, it was Catherine, who fled two years ago and has grown from nineteen to twenty-one.
Her golden hair dazzling like the sun.
Fiery red lips bloom, lake-green eyes like bays of pure water, delicate skin white and flawless.
Wearing a lace-trimd exquisite gown, sculpting out a figure bearing fruit on slender branches, revealing a delicate clavicle, along with a touch like snow.
It possessed the vivacious allure of the Flower of the North, along with the brilliance of the Mithril Dragon, akin to a brilliant jewel, truly dazzling.
"It’s you? Where’s the new king?"
Seeing Catherine at this mont, Elizabeth felt a pang of jealousy, sensing her beauty seed to fade three shades in front of her.
Still, she secretly boosts her morale:
"It’s alright, I’m The First Beauty of the Channel Islands, no matter how beautiful other won are, as long as title power still remains there..."
Crack!
Just as that thought arose, a sound of so invisible object shattering echoed above Elizabeth’s head, turning her face pale.
Her title of The First Beauty of the Channel Islands suddenly... collapsed at such a pivotal mont.
"No—!"
This is the flaw with titles and Sacred Relics that contain words like "most" or "first". When replaced by soone else, the abilities they possess instantly crumble.
As the once sowhat immature Flower of the North gradually unfolds, revealing her colors, Elizabeth’s title as the first beauty becos untrue.
"Ahhh... Give back my title!"
As Elizabeth, who had lost everything, hysterically intended to scratch Catherine’s face to reclaim title power.
Having always pursued Woodville family mbers but never able to do anything about this forr queen, the Demonic Spirit Bloody Mary quietly appeared behind her.
Opening its gate-like black mouth, swallowed her in one bite.
Elizabeth beca the first person to be... "beautifully killed" by Catherine!
Only Catherine, who hadn’t figured out the situation the whole ti, scratched her fragrant cheek, waved her hand to have the maids clean the palace.
Byron never went to the bedchamber, nor did he intend to et any widow queen, but instead led his King’s Right Hand to the Privy Council, starting the final cleanup task layout.
"Star Chamber Court responsible for the Uptown District, Storm Cloak for the manors outside the city, Royal Tax Inspection Bureau getting ready for official travels..."
Death Knight Andrew’s Star Chamber Court, Phantom Blade Gus’s Storm Cloak, Blood Red Whiskey Alfred’s Royal Tax Inspection Bureau — these three coaches jointly ford the secret police force maintaining Royal Iron.
Especially Alfred, the Gourt of the Gold Sequence responsible for the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau.
They are equipped with ard personnel: ard inspection squad, prisons, courts, lawyers, intelligence departnts... able to go head-to-head with any dostic great noble.
Responsible for collecting taxes on land, rchandise trade, comrce, and imports, striving not to miss a single copper coin’s tax.
Departnt’s maxim: "Only death and taxes are inevitable."
When these three go out together, they beco the king’s personal army:
"Cases the Tribunal Sequence can’t solve, I will solve; people the Tribunal doesn’t dare kill, I will kill; matters the Tribunal doesn’t dare handle, I will handle.
In a word, what the Tribunal can manage, I must manage; what the Tribunal can’t manage, I will manage even more, swift action — Royal privilege!
This is the Star Chamber Court/Storm Cloak/Tax Officer, clear enough?"
Simply put, they are Byron’s East, West, and Central plants.
Once the army has been organized and tasked, the Royal Capital goes under imdiate curfew as night falls.
Tap-tap-tap...
Dense footsteps resounded throughout the Royal Capital.
Three sides fully mobilized, following previously collected intelligence and the enemy list Byron saw himself during the day, began comprehensive purging.
Blood Mist enveloped the entire city in the blink of an eye.
The Royal Iron Rule - Great Charter above the Kingdom rapidly grew stronger, every resolution of a person with dissent brightened the Law Net a bit.
Byron stood on the tower of the Royal Palace, feeling the blood energy above the Royal Capital gradually reach its peak.
Deeply exhaling.
From his pocket space, he took out the Golden Fleece obtained from Goat Captain Alex and pulled out three strands of wool, blowing on them forcefully.
Whoosh—!
The three strands of wool rapidly expanded in divine aura, continually absorbing the blood energy diffused over the city and the land peasants’ two hundred years of hatred towards the land nobles, transforming into three golden sheep-headed people.
More accurately said, a Fourth Order Bizarre - Man-Eating Sheep!
Previously, Man-Eating Sheep consud peasants, but this ti, grievances and debts have an owner, and today they beco those land nobility.
Starting with those nobles with the most innocent blood on their hands, embodying the most resentnt, one after another they devour.
Land nobles can, of course, flee like peasants used to, abandoning their property, but as soon as they flee, the Royal Tax Inspection Bureau will reclaim their land.
Just like they’ve treated peasants for two hundred years.
His Majesty Byron, as the guardian of the realm, is the king of the nobles, but also the king of the peasants, embodying absolute fairness and impartiality, treating all equally.
Baa-baa-baa...
The three sheep called to Byron twice and instantly transford into light streams, disappearing into the night.
At the mont, he seed a truly fitting king, his face expressionless:
"Since I possess absolute power, who has the leisure to play the Ga of Thrones with you?
Only after clearing the house can we welco the ’guests.’"
He paused briefly, turning his head towards the Third Ring Current Zone.
"The ti left for is truly running out."
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