289 – Let’s uproot and burn those who are trying to assassinate us. (2)
There is a saying that I once heard.
‘If you are in a situation where you have to persuade someone, persuading a large group is easier than persuading a single individual.’
You may be wondering what this means, but the meaning behind it is roughly this.
No matter how hard I try to tell a good story and present good conditions to change a person’s beliefs, if the person rejects it, there is absolutely nothing I can do.
If the target I am persuading is a group, even if everyone stubbornly refuses at first, one or two people who are interested will gradually appear.
This means that gradually, the number of people who change their minds in favor of my opinion will increase compared to the number of people who oppose my opinion.
However, unlike changing beliefs, having a specific group betray you means that if you convince just one person, everyone will struggle to survive.
According to this logic, the first thing I have to do now is to get one person to betray me.
“If you were brought here anyway, aren’t you destined to be tortured and die in pain with your limbs being torn apart, or to be executed in a cruel way in the square at the Reich Marketplace? Why would I lie to you like that? All you have to do is use more brutal torture to make them spit out the truth. Then I won’t have to go through the trouble of talking to you, which may be unfortunate for you, but it’s very convenient for me.”
Actually, I also really don’t want to do torture.
Of course, it is less difficult for the torturer than for the person being tortured, and I will feel more comfortable as an observer than a torture technician who performs the torture by moving his body.
Still, my ears hurt when I hear the screams of those being tortured, and the sight of human blood and flesh splattering, just like on a battlefield, is not a very nice sight to see.
There are some crazy people who enjoy it as if they were looking at the naked bodies of beautiful women, but I don’t have that kind of taste and don’t want to do it.
I don’t have even a speck of sympathy for them.
“And I will show you that I really have the authority to take you out and exonerate you. “You will believe it when you see this.”
After saying that, I took out His Majesty’s royal decree from my pocket and showed it to the assassins.
“No matter how blind you are, I believe that as you live your life, you will know that His Majesty’s seal stamped here is always included in documents announcing important matters of the empire. “This is a real royal decree containing His Majesty’s orders, and it states that all authority over this investigation is delegated to me, Captain Peter Yeager.”
I intentionally interrupted the conversation, and the assassins muttered among themselves.
“That really seems like an edict, oh sh*t. “That seal is the same as the one that was attached to the official document announcing the birth of the emperor’s son.”
“I don’t think it’s a lie…”
“f*ck, come to your senses. Crazy things! Do you guys believe that? Just because it’s true, let’s say we get away with it. Do you think the guild leader will spare us and our families? It won’t work. “I should just die here.”
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As expected, rather than capturing one person at a time and persuading them one by one, they are urging betrayal on several people, and even those who were shouting to f*ck the Empire just a moment ago are quickly shaken.
Actually, gangsters like the 4-star gang in 21st century Korea always talk about loyalty and loyalty, but if you look closely, they are bastards who can kill both older and younger brothers for their own benefit without even blinking an eye.
I already knew that thugs would be shaken if they were given a way to live by filthy scum that made them look like noblemen.
“If you want to believe it, believe it. If you don’t want to believe it, don’t do it. Do whatever you want. However, I will exclude those who provide quality information from here. “It also protects the safety of the family.”
If I were to say that I would protect them, it would be at the level of stealing their family members when they become slaves according to the empire’s unique and cruel laws regarding attempts at civil war, and putting them in decent service positions.
But usually, when they are involved in a crime like this, they, who were commoners, pay for their crime by being tortured until they die in places such as mines for men and warehouses for women.
This alone can be said to be sufficient mercy.
That said, I think that the laws of this era, where the punishment is different depending on one’s social status even if one commits the same serious crime or a crime of rebellion, which is the same as treason, makes no sense.
While I was thinking that, the guy who just asked me if it was true carefully opened his mouth.
“We are first-class assassins belonging to the Black Night. The orders we received were to eliminate Captain Peter Yeager and eliminate as many witnesses as possible.”
People around me say, ‘Hey, you f*cking bastard! A noise like ‘Why are you saying that!’ Was heard, but I commanded the torturers with hand gestures to put gags in the others’ mouths.
The fact that they can only say ‘eup, eup’ suits their situation well.
Anyway, even if it is not in the top five, it is a thieves guild that is counted in the top ten in the Empire during the Black Night.
To give these guys a request that would make everyone ready to go out and die on charges of ‘rebellion’.
I know for sure that the mastermind is a group of people who can use enormous power and enormous wealth.
In other words, it became clear that it was a civil war involving a significant number of nobles.
“We were scheduled to be given 140 gold per successful request.”
“140 Gold is a considerable amount. “After you succeed in this mission, it will be a mouthful to quietly go down to the countryside and never come up again.”
The guy who was answering me quietly nodded his head.
“It’s nice to see you being honest. Okay, then who are the guys who gave you the request?”
The assassin looked into my eyes and made a silent appeal.
Yes, there is no way you can trust me, no matter how f*cking cornered you are.
In return for giving you some information, I’ll give you peace of mind for a little while.
“I swear on my honor. You will get out of here alive, and your family will be protected by me. “If that information is true.”
“I am a level 1 assassin, so I was next to the guild master when they accepted the request. So I was able to find out their identities… They were Count Manstein and Baron Pietro. They said, ‘Kill the treacherous Marquis Peter Jaeger, who prevents the black eagle from flapping its wings and taking flight.’ They made a large advance payment of 50,000 gold. It is said that the money was raised by the efforts of nobles who shared the same interests as them.”
50,000 Gold, a huge amount equivalent to a year’s minimum living expenses for 50,000 households of serfs in this era, by cutting my head.
f*ck, when I just possessed this body, my head would have been worth less than 1 gold, but in life, you never know.
I can’t help but sigh because I find it absurd that these people are gathering together to rip off my head.
I was able to ask the same questions to other people and get similar answers, and the inspector general looked at me with deep admiration for my resourcefulness and said,
“It is truly amazing that you can so quickly open the mouths of vicious assassins who would not open their mouths even through torture.”
“It’s not that great. Then, as promised, I answered first, what is your name?”
“This is Bink. “There is no last name.”
“Binkra, I made a promise in my name, so I will get this guy out of here.”
Having said that, I signaled with my hand that I would kill him outside without being seen by Bink and the other assassins.
“Is it really necessary for the person in charge of the royal decree and the command of the inspection department to ask me for permission? “Do as you wish.”
The torturers released Binck’s chains, and Binck and I, guided by an agent from the inspection department, escaped from the inspection department and went out to the outskirts of Reichburg.
Bink must have been so happy that he came back from the dead. He bowed his head and said hello to me several times, saying that he would live a good life from now on.
It’s unfortunate for him, but I had no intention of saving him from the beginning.
However, since I have done so well, I am only planning to give him a favor that will leave him as psychologically stable as possible and with less pain.
“Did you say bink? Now here’s 20 gold. Take your success reward and run away with your family as quickly as possible. To seek asylum in another country. Then, no matter which rural area you settle in, you will be able to live as a free farmer with your own land.”
Bink shed tears at my words and bowed his head several times to thank me.
When the guy lowered his head completely, holding a bag of 20 gold in his hand and letting go of his guard against me, I pulled out the sword I wore around my waist and hit the guy in the neck.
His head was blown off and some blood splattered out, but the guy searched in peace, not knowing that his head was being cut off.
I said, taking 20 gold out of his hand before taking a step toward the imperial palace.
“Since I died outside the inspection department without being tortured further, I have kept my promise. Also, instead of selling your family to the mines or the mining industry, I will consider turning them into government slaves who can at least be enslaved.”
And a week after that day, the Imperial Inspection Department mobilized the Imperial Imperial Guard and part of the 7th Guards Division under my command and arrested Black Moon and all the nobles associated with it.
I had to make preliminary arrangements with His Majesty on how to deal with these guys, but this time, the place to meet and discuss with His Majesty was not the throne room… But it was decided to be a bar because we had to meet in secret.