At this moment, Keynes completely tore off his disguise and looked coldly at the nobles with their various expressions.
His gaze swept over her, then he slowly began to speak:
“Duke Daniela, you secretly control all the slave trade of the Silver Council, and you also hold auctions of Awakened in your private organization.”
"Marquis Heaton, your son once forced several Awakened Ones to become your slaves by lending them money and then forcibly taking it back."
“Count Schneider, your daughter takes pleasure in torturing others and has forcibly kidnapped forty young girls and imprisoned them in the basement.”
“Count Gomes…” Hmm.
One horrifying thing after another came from Keynes's mouth, and the atmosphere in the space became increasingly strange.
The expressions of each member of the Eli family acting as assassins changed slightly. They gripped their weapons tighter and tighter, and the guilt they had shown earlier when looking at the group in front of them was gone.
These people deserve to die; none of them have clean hands.
The strangest thing was that the nobles who were surrounded by them did not show fear, but instead looked confused.
Rather than the fear and unease of being exposed, I felt it was absurd.
We looked at each other and saw the same bewildered expression.
"Wait a minute! Are you serious? Not to devour our family, but for such a... reason?"
ah?
Just for something like this?
Are you going to attack us?
Do you think you're some kind of champion of justice?!
Hearing the man's stammering question, Keynes shut his mouth, looked at him with pity, and then sighed:
“Even now, you still don’t think you’re wrong. What arrogance that is.”
"Are things that are conventionally agreed upon necessarily right? Should we insist on doing things the way they have always been?"
"You yourselves know perfectly well what you've done."
Sighing and shaking his head, Keynes was once again disappointed in them.
"But this is for the best, you've made something clear to me once again."
"That is, you have no remorse whatsoever."
"It wouldn't have happened in the past, it doesn't happen now, and it's even less likely to happen in the future."
"Thank you for your pure depravity, so that I will have no regrets."
Although, it would never have happened in the first place.
And just as Keynes was completely losing confidence and preparing to close his eyes and stop looking, a loud bang came from beneath his feet.
Thump!
A tall, slender figure stepped forward from the crowd, forcefully striking the wooden mallet in his hand, drawing everyone's attention.
"Betrayal? We betrayed the Silver Pact?"
What nonsense are you talking about?
Even though he was about to become a prisoner, the figure still tried his best to maintain the dignity of a nobleman and refused to bow his head.
Everyone present knew who this person was: the current Speaker of the Silver Council.
He held his head high the whole time, glaring angrily at Keynes, who sat atop the steps.
"Don't believe him! Everyone, don't listen to his nonsense, he's lying to you!"
"How could anyone question our loyalty? This is a provocation against our honor!"
The tall, thin old man was furious, even his meticulously manicured white beard was trembling, but his imposing manner was by no means weak.
"Even if what he says sounds noble and righteous, so what?"
"Isn't everything we've done for the glory of the nobility? Isn't it to ensure that mortals can continue to survive? What have we done wrong?"
"The Watchers are not to be trusted; mortals have long since lost their future."
He glared at Keynes with a pained expression, as if he were looking at a sinner who was about to bring about the death of all mankind.
"And what are you doing? What you are doing now is sending the Silver Council to the guillotine, you are ruining the future of the nobility!"
Raising his finger to point at Keynes, the Speaker angrily rebuked him:
"What you're doing now is just whitewashing your atrocities! We will not bow down to people like you."
"The bloodline of silver will never bow down!"
Inspired by the speaker's performance, he successfully rallied a group of nobles to join him in the chorus of protest.
Never!
"You can kill my body, but you can never destroy the spirit of Silver!"
Long live the Silver Council!
They shouted and vented their anger.
Yes! We are clearly thinking about the future of humanity, so why are we being treated as sinners?
This is unfair and unreasonable!
They must resist!
Resist to the end!
However, unlike those who were gradually going mad, most of the nobles remained silent, watching the farce unfold before them with cold eyes and inwardly sneer.
"A bunch of idiots and a madman."
Yes, this is a farce.
The speaker was at his wit's end; his last resort was to incite others to save himself.
But they didn't stop it, because the farce gave them a little breathing room.
These truly rational nobles had long been secretly mobilizing their forces, preparing to fight Keynes to the death.
Those people are idiots, while Jasmine's family are the real lunatics.
Keynes not only genuinely believed that those established conventions were sinful, but he also genuinely wanted to fight against everyone on his own.
This can't be explained by arrogance alone; it's downright insane!
They have to admit that Jasmine's family is indeed very powerful, with unfathomable resources.
But so what?
No matter how strong your family, Jasmine, is in terms of economy and overall strength, so what?
What truly determines the outcome of a battle, what truly determines victory or defeat, is always the power at the high-level.
But nowadays, the strongest are nothing more than legends.
And legends... are something almost every company has.
No matter how powerful your family, Jasmine, is, or how well prepared you are, how much of your resources can you possibly deplete?
Once they are ready, the farce of "Jaslin's Rebellion" will come to an end.
At this moment, the Speaker, who had gained the upper hand, was still putting on a show, gazing affectionately at Keynes:
"Turn back!"
"It's not too late!"
"You must understand, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have recommended me back then, would you?"
He would never have been able to hold onto his position as Speaker without Keynes's support.
So Keynes...
No, you're wrong.
The indifferent voice shattered the Speaker's last hope. Keynes fiddled with the gold coin between his fingers and calmly spoke:
"Because you are the one most likely to fall into depravity."
speaker:?
His pupils contracted in that instant, and the speaker suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
No, no, no... something's not right!?
"When I became speaker again and failed once more in trying to govern you sick and dying roots, I gave up."
He said:
"You are not worthy of being saved."
“Damaged roots should be cut off directly.”
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