Just like the process that reached Pamir's ears before, the news from the southern part of the Principality that it was occupied by a certain force swept through the Free City in the east of the Free Continent like the wind, and then spread rapidly throughout the Free Continent with the same wildfire power.
The news spread. The negotiations between the two countries, which were originally popular among players, were also overshadowed by the light of this news. They were pushed to the top of the news that players paid attention to. Then, with all kinds of discussions and speculations, the two countries located in
The attention of players from all over the free world was quickly drawn to the south of the continent - just like the previous war between the principality and the empire, the place where the conflict broke out was always one of the major events in the game that players were scrambling to get involved in.
What's more, the shady story of the war that had been secretly passed down for a long time actually jumped to the surface this time. Many players with various purposes also rushed to the vicinity of Kalon Pass, hoping that they and their team could be here.
To gain their own interests in a new war that is about to start, but this war, which later generations call the "Rise of the Empire", will never be called a war for the indigenous people who have already established a foothold on the Free Continent.
A good thing.
Just like the Lord of Freedom City who has already foreseen the future of war at this moment.
"We...we did encounter attacks by some suspicious people when we came here."
In the hall of the tower, which already looked a little eerie under the sun, two envoys who had restored their aristocratic style were half-kneeling on both sides of the red carpet. One of them, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, was also answering in a humble tone.
City Lord's question: "But... they were repelled by our team later, so we didn't take it to heart..."
"Tell me about the appearance of those people." The messenger cavalry who had arrived here and was panting at this time retreated, and the ethereal voice belonging to the city lord came from the end of the dark hall: "They... all like it
Wearing all black?"
"Yes."
Bart Tristan hesitated for a while, and finally replied in a low voice: "Although I only glanced at it once or twice, my vision was pretty good at the time, so I shouldn't have seen anything wrong..."
"Are you sure... you are their target?"
"...It's not clear, but they really want to kill everyone." Bart's voice became heavier: "We sacrificed some adventurers and some escort members. Fortunately, other members of the convoy were not injured.
It has not developed in a more intense direction..."
"Why hide these things?"
The sudden question interrupted the middle-aged nobleman's words, and at the same time made him break into cold sweat: "Why...Why did the Lord of the City say this? We..."
"You and Rondoer have been back in the city for two days, but you didn't come back to report immediately. Even something as big as being attacked... is not enough to drive away your vigilance." The city lord's voice still echoed in the stone hall.
Above, but the voice became a little colder: "You didn't rush over to attend last night's City Lords meeting. If you hadn't been standing in the City of Freedom for decades... I even began to doubt that you were...
Spies sent by those who call themselves Restorationists."
"I am Denton of the Rondore family! I bear...the honor of the family on my back!"
The young swordsman who was half-kneeling on the other side immediately raised his head, with a rebellious look in his eyes: "I killed several black-clothed assassins that day. I used my own strength,
You have proved the glory of your family! Even if you are the city lord, you should not slander the dignity of the Rondoer family. We..."
"Shh... stop talking."
Feeling the silent response from above, Bart on the side hurriedly stopped the young man from talking with his head held high, and then took the lead to calm down the weird atmosphere in the hall before some bad consequences broke out: "That...
Don’t be offended, City Lord, young people are often like this..."
"...Hmph, hey hey hey..."
After a cold chuckle, the city lord sighed meaninglessly from where the throne was: "Young man... the young man of the Rondoll family has not seen a decent guy for a long time."
"……you!"
Denton's face immediately turned red with his head raised, and he wanted to stand up with anger on his face. However, a murderous aura descended from the sky and pressed the young swordsman down before Bart could stop him: "Don't worry, I can
I didn’t say that you don’t have that ability, but... I still have some doubts about the achievements you made before Chasing the Wind Canyon."
The young swordsman involuntarily pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, but his body remained motionless as if filled with lead. His ears, which were sweating profusely due to the influence of a certain aura, continued to echo the city lord's questions.
: "For example...why haven't you come back to repay the work of Tania's trip?"
"Well... because this group of us has experienced too many things this time, and we need to sort out our intelligence." Bart Tristan hurriedly stretched out his arms and replied: "Including the people who were raped on the way back this time.
We don’t know the origin of the attack, so we want to clarify all the information at hand before we can guarantee to give you a satisfactory answer..."
"You have vivid memories of the affairs of the principality. You should be the ones who know the restorationists best."
The city lord's voice returned to calmness again, but the aura that enveloped the city lord's hall did not relax at all because of the appearance of these words: "As a result, you chose to hide before you returned to the city, and even the people who followed you all the way
The goods and messengers are here, you don’t want to take care of them anymore..."
"You, how did you know?"
"Why, you are so confident that... you can even silence an adventurer?"
With the sudden appearance of a certain black shadow, the city lord's voice also sounded in front of their eyes. However, the two people who could not raise their heads due to fear could only see the toes of this black shadow: "If you are
As members of your noble family, if you don’t have a reasonable explanation for this problem..."
"Those two positions... I would never mind having two different owners."
Pointing towards the side where they were, the Lord City Lord let out a colder smile, but in the ears of the two envoys, these smiles were like a death knell ringing: "I
, I understand! It was me, it was me who came up with the idea!"
"I notified people in the family in advance because I know... among the members of the Twelve Thrones, there must be some who don't want to see my safe return." Facing death so close at hand, the middle-aged man replied with a pale face.
: "After that attack, Rondoer raised a possibility, so... for the sake of our lives, I arranged for some people to take us back first..."
"For...your lives?"
"Rondoer said... there must be someone in the Free City colluding with the Restorationists."
Bart's voice lowered again: "They knew our whereabouts and that we didn't have many troops, so they sold our information to the restorationists, and then used their hands to get rid of us. There must be theirs in the principality as well.
The remnants of the forces may have also sneaked into our team, so seeing more and more adventurers joining in halfway, I can’t believe any of them..."
"...Hmph." The black shadow belonging to the city owner made a strange cold snort: "I didn't expect that the head of Tristan's family would be such a timid guy..."
"Excuse me, my lord..."
"So...this is the reason why you sneaked back to the Free City and left those adventurers outside the city?"
"Yes, yes, sir."
"..."
The dark figure with his hands behind his back did not speak anymore, but remained silent for a while. It was not until cold sweat wet the clothes of the two people again that he turned around calmly: "So... you think, this
The city has fallen into the control of the Restorers, and has even colluded with the owner of the Twelve Thrones?"
"We don't dare to slander other people at will. We only suspect the existence of this matter." The middle-aged noble took a few breaths, and then hurriedly continued to answer: "We have just learned about the fact that the restorers have openly resisted the mainland.
The, so, so..."
"Huh, no need to say it."
As the gust of wind disappeared, the invisible restraints on the two men were instantly loosened. The young swordsman, who was already sweating profusely, immediately lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and listening to the last voice belonging to the uncrowned king: "No matter that attack
Whether it was planned in advance, they can't prove anything now, and...since you have fled back to the city in this manner, your status is no longer suitable to continue to sit on the Twelve Thrones."
"Give your report to Reiner, and then retreat." The city lord's voice became ethereal again: "If you are not willing to be punished..."
"The conditions for possessing the Twelve Thrones are still under the guidance of freedom...looking at you."
Disappearing in the sound of the wind as usual, the two aristocratic figures who finally overcame the fear in their hearts slowly stood up, but the face of the young figure among them was that of the lucky middle-aged man.
Completely different indignation: "This, how is this possible! Our throne was simply deposed?"
"Stop talking too much, young man, you have to learn to be grateful." Bart sighed and replied: "It is a very good result to be able to save your life this time."
"No! My family's honor cannot be trampled on!" The young man shouted bitterly: "Without the protection of the throne, let alone my ancestors... Even those guys who regard us as enemies will not
Let us go easily!"
"This time it was indeed our mistake. Even if it was calculated... we should accept it all." Bart replied in a low voice: "But no matter what, this matter has finally passed, and the status is no longer available.
Take it back, if your life is gone...then everything is over."
"...I will definitely take back my own throne, I will." The young swordsman was silent for a while, and then he clenched his fist and vowed: "Whether it's those restorationists or those bastards who secretly do evil...
None of them can stop me!"
"Okay, okay, I believe in your determination, but there are so many troublesome problems, and the plan must be done step by step..." The middle-aged man sighed, then frowned: "Today's...
The thing... I didn't expect that the city lord learned everything that happened so quickly."
"Who told him this?"
"……snort!"
The figures of several adventurers, including Duan Qing, appeared in his mind, and the young swordsman's face suddenly turned red again: "Damnable adventurers..."
"I, Denton Rondall, swear that I will never spare you!"
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At the same time, in Hualan City in the real world, Duan Qing, who was being targeted by the family forces in the game, was standing in front of the stove without realizing it, flipping the frying spoon up and down in his hand - facing the person who just returned
Xue Ling Huan Bing came to the city to make a request. Duan Qing, knowing that he could not deal with it this time, had to go offline and start cooking for other women for the first time, and then swept himself from the supermarket the day before.
The expensive vegetables turned into dishes of food. For Duan Qing, who has been struggling in the lower class society for three years, cooking is not a problem that can stump him, even if the other party is someone
The daughter of a family and a high-ranking official of a huge company, he is also confident that he can use his own skills to satisfy the other party's taste. If you don't consider the price of those green vegetables that are extremely precious in this era, he doesn't have much to do to improve his own food.
However, judging from the other party's behavior after he logged off, even if he made something delicious that is rare in the world, the woman probably wouldn't be in the mood to taste it.
At this time, she seemed to be arguing loudly in her room.
"...Impossible, I repeat..."
"This is a decision that has been made. Even if you tell me it is wrong, I will never change it..."
"Liao Zhishan? His matter is over, why..."
"You want to question the authority of the company? Very good. If you have any opinions, please feel free to mention them at the next board meeting. I will respond seriously one by one..."
It doesn't sound like a normal quarrel...
With these words turning over silently in his heart, Duan Qing put away his desire to take advantage of the opportunity to stab the other party, and then in the cold and calm female voices, he placed the dishes one after another in front of the guest table. With a serious expression,
The cold-faced woman then appeared after a beep that the communication was shut down, and sat sullenly on the sofa behind the square table. Then after a period of indifference, she said her own words lightly: "You...
You eat first, I'm not hungry."
"...Hey, the normal development routine is not like this." Duan Qing then sighed: "Even if it's not for some bloody plot, you can't waste my skills on this table, right?"
"..."
As if remembering the barbecue she had tasted in the game, the woman's eyes when looking at the food changed slightly. She touched the chopsticks in front of her, but her hand reaching for the food stopped hesitantly: "You...
Did you hear that?”
"What?"
"The Restorers have officially declared independence."
She looked into Duan Qing's eyes and spoke word by word.
This chapter has been completed!