Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 928 - 508 Well then Ill go first
Chapter 928: Chapter 508 Well then, I’ll go first…
Chapter 928: Chapter 508 Well then, I’ll go first…
Nevin was shouting as he approached the crowd ahead; in the dim light, he couldn’t see clearly who they were, but he faintly made out that they seemed unarmed—a good sign that suggested their rebellious spirit wasn’t very strong.
In the recent past, Nevin had been running around non-stop, maintaining order, suppressing rebellions, and exterminating bandits. Although busy to no end, he had gained significant experience, especially in discerning right from wrong.
Some Noble Landlords were disgustingly deceitful—they would rob others of their belongings, lands, houses, and even abduct their wives and daughters, and then they would present a pile of evidence claiming those were theirs, demanding that Nevin administer justice for them.
Nevin used to struggle with such situations, but not anymore. Lord Anthony had taught him the principle of “limited order with a basis for highly autonomous derivations” @￥@…||#*￥#%
The strange characters were because Nevin didn’t understand them, and in the end, Lord Anthony had to simplify it for him—so long as no one died, it was all good.
No matter who was right, so long as no one died, it was all good; no beating people up either. Just reason with them, and once you’re done, I’ll handle the rest.
This method of handling situations, highly suitable for a violent group like the Spirit Dragon Knights, saved them from having to reason with others. The Knights were awful at reasoning, but the principle of “so long as no one died, it was all good” fit them perfectly.
This gave rise to principles like “just don’t get physical, whoever instigates the fight takes the blame, whoever draws a weapon faces heavier punishment,” etc. With minimal effort, they maintained limited order over a large territory.
From then on, Nevin began to comprehend the concept of limited order, so long as no one died, it was all good. As long as no one died, no brawls broke out, no weapons were drawn, no matter the quarreling, the order wouldn’t collapse, society wouldn’t descend into chaos—unless there was a famine.
As long as food supplies remained uninterrupted, and a limited order was preserved, all kinds of conflicts could be resolved or postponed through arguing, conceding, and compromising.
Lord Anthony had once gravely said to him, “This way, fairness and justice are impossible to achieve, because determining what is fair and just requires specialized knowledge. Many things that people take for granted or have been accustomed to throughout history aren’t necessarily right.”
“As long as chaos doesn’t ensue, everything can be redeemed. With the fewest people, you can maintain the most places. Once every place settles down, once everyone is fed and clothed and safe, they will pursue higher aspirations. Then we can train more knowledgeable judges and Judgment Knights to pursue fairness and justice.”
Through Lord Anthony’s explanations, Nevin truly understood the meaning of ‘limited order.’ Were the graveyards constructed by the Monarch in every city for the sake of this ‘limited order’?
After his ‘internship’ during the prior period, Nevin had grown into a qualified Referee who wouldn’t blindly take sides or arbitrarily decide who was good or bad; he just wanted to know if there had been any fatalities.
However, seeing that the people across from him were unarmed, he felt much relieved. At least, the situation hadn’t escalated beyond control.
A chubby little landlord caught up, anxiously saying, “My lord, what wrongful accusations? No one would falsely accuse a bunch of stinky peasants. They’re the right ones, they killed my three servants and slashed my guard’s hand. It’s them, arresting them is correct. You were the one who said murderers should be beheaded, so behead them!”
“Shut up!” Nevin was enraged; inciting conflict under these circumstances was like asking for trouble, and Nevin really felt like beheading him first.
Just then, one person from the group stood up and turned to face them.
Nevin cautiously rested one hand on his sword hilt and said loudly, “Don’t be nervous, please put down your weapons… ”
Then a white glow illuminated from the palm of someone on the other side, lighting up the entire group. Nevin’s legs buckled, and he almost fell to his knees, as he saw a group of horrifying figures.
The fat landlord asked in surprise, “My lord, why did you kneel?”
Having no time for the accursed landlord, Nevin bent over and scuttled over saying excitedly, “Lord Ange? Lord Anthony? Lord Durken? What are you doing here?”
Anthony smiled and nodded, patting his shoulder contentedly, “We came out for a walk after dinner to help with digestion. What about you? What brings you here?”
God, help with digestion, Nevin nearly choked on the spot, but luckily Anthony asked a question in return. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have known what to say. He quickly responded:
“A small landlord reported to us, claiming that his tenants had rebelled, murdered his servants, and attacked his guard. So, I came to take a look. My lord, did you see any of those tenants?”
“It was me,” Anthony answered.
“What?” Nevin was momentarily stunned.
“It was me who killed his three servants and cut off the guard’s hand,” Anthony said straightforwardly.
“Oh, so it was Lord Anthony who passed judgment. Then they must’ve done something unforgivable,” Nevin stated confidently.
Anthony looked troubled and said, “Not really, they had their IOUs, and indeed, they owed money and rent for grain.”
Nevin gave Anthony a reproachful look, then suddenly yelled, “Oh no, my hypoglycemia is acting up! I can’t… I’m going to faint.”
And with that, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the ground motionless.
This act left Negris and the little landlord dumbfounded, with Negris exclaiming in shock, “Is that Nevin? The upright and courageous Nevin? How did he become as slippery as you?”
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