Throne of the Myriad Civilizations
Chapter 1687

Quite the Spitting Image of Our Ancestor

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In Charman's eyes, the noble class of the Holy Roland Empire had long since rotted away.

Previously, he had been helpless against those people because they had become tightly entangled with the Holy Roland Empire itself, effectively forming a community of shared destiny with the empire.

If he wanted to forcibly remove them, it would be tantamount to peeling away flesh and scraping out bone for the Holy Roland Empire. One careless move, and it could trigger a devastating shock.

There was even a good chance that their noncooperation would make the decrees he issued impossible to enforce.

But things were different now.

The Holy Roland Empire had fallen!

Could there be a more devastating shock than that?!

What did he still have to worry about?

Now was the perfect time to purge the noble class!

As Charman said this, both his eyes gleamed.

Zhou Xu could clearly feel that Charman had truly endured those people for a very long time.

If he could, it seemed he wanted to personally handle the job of confiscating their estates and wiping out their families.

Yet if even Charman had thought of this, how could they not have?

In fact, long before news from the front lines reached Great Zhou, Li Ce, who had been assisting with the campaign, had already proposed the idea.

In Li Ce's view, those nobles were all unstable factors and had to be dealt with as quickly as possible.

"The front-line troops will handle this matter, but your approach is too extreme. Now that the Holy Roland Empire has submitted to Great Zhou, we naturally have to proceed according to Great Zhou's laws."

"The front-line troops will reclaim all private property in accordance with Great Zhou's laws."

At this point, Zhou Xu felt there was no need to

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