The reconstruction of Golden City was much easier than expected.
Under Luzarc's command, not only the original slaves but also the original citizens and captives of Golden City, all of them joined the reconstruction work.
The slaves and natives, after receiving the promise of freedom, joined the army of their own free will.
The captives formed by robbers, bandits, smugglers, and slave traders chose to submit to the blades.
Maybe the elite riders of Burning Dawn weren't that many.
But deep inside the palace of Golden City, there was an existence that struck fear into despair.
One man against ten thousand.
One man against a city.
This kind of epic, legendary figure was right there.
No matter how cunning one was, no one dared to make a move recklessly.
Therefore, the reconstruction of Golden City was swift.
A few hours later, the initial results were seen.
Among them, the biggest part of the reconstruction was the walls and arrow towers that Kieran destroyed with his Flame Blast.
First, large pieces of gravel and dirt were used to fill the gaps in the walls. The rest, including the rebuilding of the arrow towers, required the help of craftsmen.
It couldn't be completed in a short period of time.
Therefore, the repair team turned their attention to Golden City.
There weren't a lot of places that needed to be repaired in Golden City, but it wasn't little either.
Soon, the repair team broke up into smaller groups and resumed their work.
Luzarc was standing on top of the walls, inspecting the repaired parts of the walls.
It could be said that after some simple repairs, although Golden City was still a distance away from being an impregnable fortress, it wouldn't be a problem for it to withstand a certain level of attacks.
However, it didn't ease Luzarc's mood.
He was standing on top of the walls, observing the repair work in Golden City while ordering his aide to relay the news to the riders and Walloon who were lagging behind.
"Tell everyone to hurry to Golden City. Although with his lordship around, those bastards won't cause any trouble, his lordship isn't our nanny, he can't clean up our mess all the time.
Also, tell Walloon to rearrange the defense!
His camp and Outpost 11, arrange them according to the frontline fortifications … Remember, tell him not to be careless, this is our only chance, if we fail, Burning Dawn will be finished. "
Luzarc ordered in a heavy tone.
"Yes, my lord."
After saluting, the adjutant galloped out of Golden City.
The news that Luzarc wanted to pass on was too important. It was not something that an ordinary messenger could take on. In this team, other than Luzarc, only the adjutant was suitable.
After seeing his aide off, Luzarc looked down at his feet.
There were some stones of different sizes placed there.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this was no different from a child's toy.
However, those who were familiar with Supreme Road and had a certain level of military training would be able to tell that it was a simple line of defense.
With Golden City as the main force and Burning Dawn's north and south camps as support, the eleven outposts were linked together, forming a line of defense that had almost no blind spots.
This line of defense was aimed at … the direction of Dawn City.
Luzarc was all too familiar with Saint Cyanda's royal family.
Luzarc understood the nobles of Saint Cyanda even better.
The chief cavalryman of Burning Dawn knew what the imperial family of Saint Cyanda would do once the news reached Dawn City.
He also understood what the nobles would do.
After all, the imperial family of Saint Cyanda had been targeting Burning Dawn for more than a day or two, it had been for a hundred years.
Those nobles who coveted Burning Dawn's wealth were like cruel, greedy wild wolves and vultures, plundering Burning Dawn over and over again.
Now that Golden City had appeared, how could those bastards give up?
They would surely be rewarded and reassigned in a grand manner.
Then …
It would be the imperial family and nobles dividing the spoils of war among themselves.
It had always been the same in the past.
But this time, it was different!
The true heir of Burning Dawn had appeared!
The lord that they had been waiting for had returned!
They had to change their methods.
Therefore, war would surely break out!
The allied army formed by the imperial family and nobles of Saint Cyanda would soon arrive at Supreme Road!
"Come on, come on!"
You bastards, it is time for you to pay the price! "
The chief cavalryman of Burning Dawn muttered softly. After giving his orders to the soldiers beside him, he strode down the city walls and headed towards the palace of Golden City.
Inside the palace, all the books, papers, and cloths that could be found were piled up in the grand hall.
Kieran was sitting in the middle of the hall, flipping through every single book in front of him with extreme speed.
His speed definitely wasn't an intensive reading, it couldn't even be considered a thorough reading, it could only be considered as a search.
Grave, treasure, secret, legacy, and a few other words became the key for Kieran to search.
If it was possible, Kieran wouldn't have chosen such a method.
He would have missed out on a lot of useful information.
However, he didn't have a better idea before him.
Fortunately, he found some extremely secretive records in the library of Golden City's palace.
Some of them were related to the grave and some were related to the secret of Burning Dawn.
The book that recorded the information about the grave was a very simple and unadorned book made out of some kind of animal skin.
It wasn't sheepskin or cowhide.
It was a little more tenacious, like … a wolf's skin.
Kieran's Pro level [Mystical Knowledge] and Basic level [Research of Mystical Beings] provided him with a preliminary deduction, it was impossible to go further.
However, it was enough for Kieran.
All he needed to do was to determine whether the information recorded in the book was real or not.
It seemed like it was a very special wolf skin book, the information recorded in it might very well be real.
Even though the information recorded in it was a little unbelievable —
Fenrir took off the crown and threw it further away.
His eyes were filled with pity.
His face was filled with sorrow.
The diseases, plagues, and famine in the human world kept him awake at night.
He needed to relieve the sufferings.
He walked on the path filled with iron thorns.
His blood flowed all over the land.
His will carried out his first wish.
Even though …
The end of the path would be his grave.
…
Some of the recorded words were like poems, and some were like essays.
However, the words like crown and grave caught Kieran's attention.
Regarding the Supreme God and Supreme Road, the natives of the current dungeon world were familiar with the legends, Kieran wasn't a stranger but it was the first time he saw the words' crown 'and' grave '.
If it was just that, Kieran would pay attention but he wouldn't really care.
However, when the secret of Burning Dawn mentioned the word crown, it allowed Kieran to understand that he was getting closer to the truth of the matter.
My army, Burning Dawn won a great victory again.
All the obstacles on the Supreme Road were swept away.
I got the crown.
But my bloodline prevented me from getting close to the crown.
It made me feel depressed.
Left with no choice, I brought it to Dawn City and asked my friend on how to use it properly.
1081, late winter.
…
A piece of paper that didn't have a beginning or an end was mixed in some book.
If it wasn't for Kieran's attentiveness, he wouldn't have noticed it.
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