"Resist! We have to resist! Overthrow the nobles and the Eternal Church and establish a fair and beautiful country like the Maplemoon Free Territory! "
In a small tavern in Manya City, a clearly drunk man angrily said.
His voice was very loud and could be heard clearly in the small tavern. The people around him couldn't help but look at him with fear, admiration, and some alienation and pity.
Almost in an instant, there was a lot of emptiness around him, leaving only his companion with a frightened expression. He nervously tugged at his sleeve, glancing worriedly in a certain direction of the tavern. He couldn't help but anxiously remind him in a low voice,
"Are you crazy?! The guards are drinking over there. They heard your complaints and will come to arrest you in a while! "
Hearing his companion's words, the drunkard burped.
His eyes, which were red from drinking too much or being too angry, glared at the silver-armored guard sitting on the other side of the tavern. There was also a large empty seat next to him. Endless flames seemed to be shooting out from the depths of his eyes.
"So what if I'm arrested? At most, I'll die! Rather than being forced to death by the new tax bill and conscription decree, it's better to stand up and resist! If I die in Dororia Castle, I might even be remembered by the world like Sir Saint John! "
The drunkard slammed his fist on the table and roared angrily.
Hearing his words, the people in the tavern had complicated gazes.
As if thinking of the recent series of events that had happened in the kingdom, a feeling of sympathy for the loss of the rabbit spread in the tavern.
The drunkard's complaints continued. He drank, roared, and cried bitterly.
Influenced by him, the tavern's customers became disappointed and sorrowful. Under the sorrowful mood, there was suppressed dissatisfaction and anger.
Voices of discussion rose one after another.
"But … What can we do? The nobles are too powerful, and we have nothing … "
"Yes, a single spell from the noble lord can raze this entire tavern to the ground. How can we resist?"
"No! Can't we resist if we're weak? I think he's right. Even if we're weak, we have to bite off a piece of meat from these hateful noble pigs and church dogs! "
"The Life Church is right. We are all citizens of the Empire. Why do they have to be so high and mighty? Why do they have to be superior to us and oppress us?"
"That's right! The greed of the nobles and the Eternal Church knows no limits. If we don't resist, our situation will only get worse and worse! "
"We must resist! We must overthrow this rotten country! "
The more they spoke, the more agitated and angry they became. In the end, the entire tavern seemed to be burning with the anger of the commoners.
It was not until the guard sitting inside stood up that the tavern regained its silence.
Only Extraordinaries could serve as guards, and the Mannians who were loyal to the Empire were also the hunting dogs of the royal family, nobles, and churches.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the guard. Their gazes were filled with intense hostility, dissatisfaction, and fear that was hidden deep in their hearts.
The guards did not pay attention to the gazes of the commoners.
He stared at the drunkard who complained first with a deep gaze.
Sensing the guard's gaze, the drunkard glared at him and roared:
"What are you looking at? Didn't he want to capture the followers of the Life Church? Didn't they want to capture the rebels? Come and catch me! You are a lackey of the Church and the Empire! Bah! "
The guard frowned and walked towards him. However, he was quickly stopped by the tavern owner with a fawning expression.
"Mister Knight, Mister Knight, calm down, calm down. Don't care about a fool like him. I know this guy. He's usually very honest, but he must have drunk too much today! Please don't lower yourself to his level … "
At the same time, a few young commoners who had expressed their intense disgust towards the nobles and the Church stood up. They either stood in front of the drunkard or stood together with him.
The guard raised his eyebrows and walked past the tavern owner.
On the other hand, the commoners on the drunkard's side quietly picked up the wine bottles and fruit knives on the table. Some even picked up the stools.
They glared at the guard as if they were facing a great enemy.
A hostile atmosphere began to spread in the tavern.
"Come on! Lackeys of the nobles! Let me see if you bastards of the guards are as powerful as the legends say! "
The drunkard cursed with red eyes.
For a moment, the smell of gunpowder in the tavern grew stronger, as if a fight could break out at any time.
The tavern owner's expression changed slightly. He looked left and right and hurriedly stopped the waiter. He ordered something and the waiter hurriedly ran out.
However, just when everyone thought that a fight was about to break out, the guard only reached out his hand and patted the drunkard's shoulder lightly.
"Calm down, friend. It's meaningless to rely on hot-bloodedness alone."
After saying that, he walked out of the tavern without looking back. However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said,
"Also, I'm only a guard. I'm not a noble, nor a monk."
Then, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.
Only the drunkard and the other commoners were left with a confused look, as well as the tavern owner who heaved a sigh of relief.
After a while, a warrior who was obviously dressed as a mercenary walked in under the lead of the waiter. His gaze wandered around the tavern and he frowned.
"Where are the guards?"
"Gone, they've already left."
The tavern owner said with lingering fear.
"Gone?"
The mercenary was stunned.
Then, he had some doubts.
"Can those bastards leave so calmly after a conflict?"
"Who knows … I don't know when these days of fear will come to an end …"
The tavern owner sighed.
"Heh, if I can't take care of the noble pigs and the Church's dogs, I'll never be the head!"
The mercenary sneered.
The tavern owner was stunned. He did not expect that the mercenary in front of him, who was said to be frequently hired by the Empire's officials and had a good relationship with the Manya City Guards, would say such a thing.
…
On the other side, the guard who left the tavern turned left and right and soon turned into an inconspicuous alley in Manya.
He entered the depths of the alley and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
A vigilant voice asked from inside the door.
"It's me, Bowen."
The guard said in a low voice.
The door quickly opened and a young man appeared. He said in surprise, "You're right.
He said in surprise, "Captain Bowen, you're here!"
The guard named Bowen nodded his head slightly.
"Is the teacher here?"
He asked.
"He's already here and waiting for you inside. Also, there's a new guest today."
"A new guest?"
Bowen raised an eyebrow.
After saying that, he looked at the excited look on the other party's face and had a thought.
"Could it be someone from the southwest?"
The young man seemed to have realized that he had let it slip. He quickly covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, then slowly put down his hand and smiled mysteriously.
"You'll know when you see the teacher."
Bowen laughed when he saw the young man's secretive look.
He shook his head slightly and walked into the room.
After Bowen entered the room, the young man looked around vigilantly before quietly closing the door.
After entering the room, Bowen walked through the living room and corridor and came to the deepest room.
"Teacher, Captain Bowen is here."
The young man knocked on the door and said respectfully.
Immediately after, a voice full of energy came from the door.
"Come in."
The young man retreated to the side, and Bowen took a light breath, tidied up his armor, then pushed the door open and entered.
This was a small conference room. A small and beautiful statue of a goddess was placed at the front, and a middle-aged man in a white priest robe sat at the conference table.
Bowen knelt down on one knee and drew a standard symbol of a scepter on his chest. He said with a solemn expression:
He said with a solemn expression, "Bowen, deputy commander of the Seventh Imperial Defense Legion, greets the teacher!"
"Don't be so formal. We're all believers of the goddess, comrades who fight for our ideals."
The middle-aged man smiled.
After saying that, his expression turned serious and he asked seriously.
"Lord Bowen, have you received any news recently?"
Bowen sighed softly.
"Ever since the new law was implemented, it has become more and more chaotic. Before coming here, I almost had a conflict with someone in a tavern, and the cause was only because I'm a member of the Imperial Defense Legion."
"It's hard to suppress the anger of the people …"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed deeply.
"It can't be helped. The nobles and the Eternal Church have never treated the ordinary people, especially the masses of the lower class, as compatriots. This is the tragedy of the Empire, and also the tragedy of humanity."
Saying that, he asked again.
"Right, how are things with the legion?"
Bowen's expression turned serious.
"Apart from the commander's trusted troops, 70% of the soldiers are willing to join the righteous side at the most crucial moment to resist the decadent Empire!"
"Very good! With your participation, we will definitely triumph over the darkness and usher in the light! "
The middle-aged priest was overjoyed.
Hearing his words, Bowen sighed with emotion.
"As you know, most of the members of the Seventh Imperial Defense Legion are selected from the commoners. Everyone has long been dissatisfied with the Empire's actions in recent years.
"It's all for the future …"
The middle-aged priest sighed softly.
Bowen thought for a moment and said worriedly, "Teacher, our Seventh Imperial Defense Legion is too weak.
"But … Teacher, our 7th Imperial Guard Legion is too weak. Even if all of us join the rebellion, I'm afraid it'll be difficult for us to defeat the nobles and seize control of the council."
"So, we have to find a stronger force!"
The middle-aged priest said with a firm gaze.
Bowen's heart skipped a beat.
"Teacher, I heard from Joffrey that there are guests today? Is it related to this? "
The middle-aged priest smiled.
"That's what I wanted to say next. Haven't you always been curious about who I learned the teachings of Her Holiness the Goddess? Today, I'll introduce you to my former teacher … "
With that, he stood up and walked to the back door on the other side of the conference room.
Bowen was curious and hurriedly followed him.
The back door of the conference room led to a small courtyard, and in the middle of the courtyard, there was a lush oak tree.
Under the oak tree, a tall red-haired elf was admiring the fountain not far away with her hands behind her back.
An elf?!
Bowen's eyes widened, then he became spirited.
"Lord Demacia, Bowen is here."
The middle-aged priest said respectfully.
Demacia …
Hearing this familiar name, Bowen was slightly stunned.
He vaguely felt that he had heard of this name before, but he could not recall it at the moment.
Until the middle-aged priest reminded him.
"Lord Demacia is one of the compilers of the Holy Bible of Life. He has extremely high attainments in the theoretical research of the Church of Life. It was also him who recorded the legendary story of Lord Saint John and opened up the wisdom of the people for us!"
So it's him!
Bowen came to a realization and was in awe.
He knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully and excitedly to Demacia.
"Life believer Bowen … greets Lord Demacia!"
"Haha, no need to be so polite, and no need to be so nervous. As believers of Her Holiness the Goddess, we are all family."
Demacia smiled.
Needless to say, when this frivolous guy was serious, he really had a bit of a pretentious dog to scare people.
Feeling Demacia's refreshing attitude, Bowen's respect for him grew even more.
The middle-aged priest bowed and said respectfully.
"Lord Demacia, I was just discussing with Bowen. Although we've decided to rebel, our strength is too weak. Even with the help of the imperial guards that Bowen has instigated, I'm afraid that we won't be able to defeat the nobles who have high-level or even legendary professions …"
"You said before that you will bring us new strength. Are you saying that the Elven Forest will send out the Elven Chosen One army?"
The middle-aged priest and Bowen looked expectant, but Demacia shook his head gently.
"No, the crisis of the human world, the history of the human world, of course, is best solved and rewritten by humans themselves."
"Ourselves?"
The two were slightly stunned.
"You mean to say, you mean to say that we still have the strength to fight for?"
The middle-aged priest's eyes lit up.
"To be more precise, they have already been won over. What we need to do now is to liberate them and let them join us."
Demacia replied with a smile.
"Liberate?"
The two looked at each other with a puzzled expression.
Demacia, on the other hand, smiled faintly and asked meaningfully,
"The two of you … Where do you think is the place with the most Extraordinaires in Mania?"
"The Empire Council? Most of the nobles are Extraordinaires with decent strength. "
Bowen pondered.
"No."
Demacia shook his head.
Then, he turned around and looked in a certain direction.
"In Mania, the place with the most Extraordinaires isn't the Council or the Imperial Palace, but there."
The two of them followed his gaze and saw a towering and eerie castle.
That was the castle that imprisoned political prisoners and heretics of the Holy Mania Empire. It was a prison that was said to be impenetrable. It was also the highest symbol of the Holy Mania Empire's authority — Dororia.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
