The sun rose as usual.
Aïtantin Castle regained its liveliness.
It was as if the chaos last night was nothing but a nightmare, melting away like snow when the sun rose.
Merchants started to move in and out of Central Third Ring.
Soldiers started to go on duty.
Civilians started to work again.
Other than the slums of Lower Seventh Ring being locked down, there was no difference.
Old Warton stood at the entrance of the locked down area, listening to the words of the temporary person in charge. Although the person was young, the old marquis didn't neglect his words.
That was because he knew who this person represented.
It wasn't just the Mist.
There was also the Snake school Monster Hunter.
Especially the Monster Hunter, it had become a part of Aïtantin VI's plan.
He wouldn't allow any mistakes.
"We will listen to our lord's arrangements and head to the temporary shelter.
But before that, we need some food, water, and some tents. "
Erin stated her request.
Her words were steady and clear.
She forced herself to stay calm in front of the marquis. In her heart, she was muttering the title of the Mist.
It seemed like it worked.
At least Sivalka heaved a breath of relief in the crowd.
He could tell the old marquis didn't mean any harm. As long as Erin didn't make any mistakes, they would get the food, water, and tents that they needed the most.
Especially the latter!
The winter in the Northern Lands was very scary.
Without food and water, one could survive a few days.
But without a tent, a single night would cost one's life.
"Very well.
The food, water, and tents will be here at noon.
"I give you my word."
Please send my regards to His Majesty. "
The old marquis showed a kind smile.
Irene nodded her head slightly.
"Thank you for everything you have done for us."
The little girl then walked back into the crowd and told the good news to the people who were waiting for her.
The people cheered right away.
"Thank you Mist, thank you Lord!"
"Thank you Mist, thank you Lord!"
…
The cheers sounded one after another.
The old marquis smiled as he watched the cheers, but the moment he turned around …
The smile on the old marquis' face instantly vanished.
He had predicted how things would develop and was prepared for everything that was about to happen.
However, when he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that the influence of those existences on ordinary people was far beyond his imagination.
"You never knew that in a country, the king is the most important!"
"As for the others?"
"They are all subsidiary, secondary."
"Including …"
"God!"
Looking at the scene, the old marquis was even more certain of his thoughts.
No one knew when the power of gods had overridden the power of kings.
Perhaps it was after the assassination of the first life?
Perhaps it was after the reforms of George II?
He didn't know.
But he knew that a great talent in one life would lead to prosperity in the second.
Only a truly wise monarch was everything to a king, not a god.
"Another fellow as greedy as a wild dog has appeared in Castle Aïtantin!"
"I hope you won't be blinded by ambition and do something bad!"
"Otherwise, you will only fall into regret!"
The old Marquis muttered in his heart and strode towards the city gate.
A group of royal guards had been waiting for him there for a long time.
After the old marquis returned to the group, they went through the passageway of the city gate and arrived outside Castle Aïtantin. Riding on his horse, the old marquis looked further away. When he saw a group of royal guards appear on the horizon, especially when the flag of the royal guards was displayed, the old marquis showed a smile on his face.
It wasn't a fake smile like before.
It came from the bottom of his heart.
It was a flag with a long sword.
In Aïtantin, everyone knew that it was the family emblem of the viscount of Sicar.
However, the difference was that this flag didn't have the blood-stained sword emblem.
There was only a sharp longsword in his hand.
The blood-stained sword had always been the emblem of the War Shrine and it had always been on the viscount's family emblem. It was a well-known fact since the viscount was a devoted believer of the War Shrine.
But now?
The old marquis smiled again.
"Let's go welcome the new lord of Sicar!"
Said the old marquis before he rode off.
The royal guards quickly followed.
Further away, the people of Sicar already saw the royal guards coming but they didn't stop. They followed their lord's orders and continued forward.
Inside the biggest wagon, Erin Sicar was a little nervous.
The last time she came to Aïtantin Castle was when she attended the ball of the king with her brother.
It had been 10 years since then.
Back then, her old butler and brother were in charge of everything, all she had to do was sit there quietly. Now, the old butler had passed away and her brother had died not too long ago.
Fortunately, Simon was still beside her.
Instinctively, the baroness grabbed 'Simon's' hand.
She needed comfort.
Bloody Mary clearly sensed it.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Bloody Mary said confidently.
It followed its boss' order and completed the early stages of the plan.
Whether it was the Mist or the Snake school, everything was done.
Now, all that was left was the group from Sicar.
Or more precisely …
The king of Aïtantin VI!
Bloody Mary's boss had confirmed the malicious intentions of the king.
As a matter of fact, Bloody Mary had to thank Kurtzargert.
Kurtzargert's memory and imagination helped a lot.
At least, Kurtzargert made up for a lot of things that they didn't know and made their next move clearer.
"Do I need to do anything?"
The baroness heaved a breath of relief when she heard Bloody Mary's comforting words, but she still hoped to get more pointers from Bloody Mary, as if only that could calm her down.
"Just be your usual self.
"If you can answer, just answer."
If you can't, leave it to me. "
Said Bloody Mary.
"I understand."
The baroness nodded.
At this moment, the convoy came to a halt and Rogart's rough voice rang out.
"My lord, baroness, the emissary to welcome us has arrived."
"Got it."
Bloody Mary signaled the baroness with its eyes before it got off the wagon.
At the same time, the old marquis also nimbly jumped off his horse.
Both of them were 10 meters apart, sizing up each other.
His face was normal but his gaze was kind.
'Emissary of God?
Sure enough, everything was deceptive.
I hope you can have the same attitude later. '
The old marquis sized up Bloody Mary's face and thought in his heart.
Bloody Mary, on the other hand, was a lot more direct.
Bloody Mary's [Instinct] allowed it to acquire more information.
A sense of malice and schadenfreude amidst the calmness?
Did you want to watch a good show between the Mist and God of War?
I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. '
Bloody Mary had a rough idea of what kind of state God of War and Lady Calamity were in. It chuckled coldly in its heart, but the kind smile on its face didn't change.
"Greetings, Marquis Horton."
Bloody Mary bowed.
It wasn't the northern nobles' etiquette but the Mist religious sect's etiquette.
His hands were put together in front of his face, five fingers on one hand and two fingers on the other, forming the number seven before he bowed.
"Greetings, Emissary Simon."
After the meticulous northern noble etiquette, Marquis Old Warton straightened his back.
Whether it was Bloody Mary or the old marquis, neither of them asked the childish question of how the other knew their identity.
Similar to how both of them purposely ignored the fact that Aïtantin VI once sent out a group of royal court guardians.
They looked at each other and smiled, then started their conversation as if it was a normal procedure.
"Where's the baroness?"
The old marquis asked.
"The new lord of Sicar is in the carriage.
"The continuous journey has made His Lordship exhausted."
The cold wind last night made the lord uncomfortable, so it's not convenient for him to receive guests. "
Bloody Mary replied with a smile.
"Is that so?
The royal family has a lot of good doctors, do you need me to make arrangements? "
The old marquis asked again.
"That really couldn't be better."
Bloody Mary replied.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
The old marquis signaled his horse. After Bloody Mary nodded, the old marquis got back on his horse. Bloody Mary also returned to its wagon.
When they couldn't see each other anymore, both of them thought in their hearts —
Heh, tui.
The old marquis already knew everything that happened in Sicar in detail.
He hoped to convince Sicar to be the ally of Aïtantin VI.
Unfortunately, the test just now had stated that the new lord wasn't on Aïtantin VI's side.
The new lord was no different from the traditional party.
All he cared about was his title and territory.
He never looked at things from a higher perspective.
"What a pity."
The old marquis sighed.
Bloody Mary sighed as well.
"That Aïtantin VI is much more ambitious than we thought."
Bloody Mary looked at the puzzled baroness and quickly explained.
"The new decree is just the beginning.
"The new nobles are just His Majesty's test."
Once it succeeds, it will be the time for the king to truly bring the land under his control. "
"How is that possible?
Even His Majesty the Sixth can't change the decree of the second king! "
The baroness said in shock.
"It's not change!
It's … "
"If there's no one to inherit the land, it will naturally become his."
Bloody Mary reminded the baroness.
"You mean … the Southern Isles?"
The baroness, who wasn't stupid, immediately thought of something.
Aïtantin's plans for the Southern Isles wasn't a secret.
Anyone with a slight understanding of the nation's situation would know that after the south was pacified, the Southern Isles would become the kingdom's next strategic target.
War could break out at any moment.
However, Aïtantin wasn't worried or gloomy about it.
Quite the opposite, the whole of Aïtantin was excited.
Whether it was the new nobles or the traditional nobles, it was the same.
Breaking the ground and expanding their territory was what every noble hoped for and also the fastest way to rise.
As for failure?
No one would even think about it.
After all, compared to the whole Northern Land, the Southern Isles were too small.
Although there were a lot of islands, there were only a bunch of natives and pirates on the islands. Against Aïtantin's regular army, they couldn't even withstand a single blow.
Therefore, all the nobles were eager to try.
But what if they lost this war?
Or worse, what if they lost the war and a huge number of the nobles died?
The baroness shuddered when she thought about it.
She could already imagine the nobles who died without an heir would become heroes and the ones who survived or had an heir would become the sinners!
The sinners who lost the war!
The crimes were all ready-made.
For example, delaying the battle, stealing military merits, framing comrades and so on.
Huu, Huu, Huu!
The baroness's breath hurried.
She shook her head, trying to throw the image out of her mind.
She knew if everything went according to her plan, Sicar would become the king's eyesore, a thorn in his flesh, and from then on, the kingdom would be targeted everywhere.
Even more so, if the king held the thought of pacifying the internal affairs before dealing with the foreign invasion, Sicar would suffer a heavy blow.
It wasn't a difficult task at all.
The easiest way was to kill the baroness.
Then, she would kill her son.
Without an heir, Sicar would naturally fall into the hands of Aïtantin VI.
The baroness, whose face was changing non-stop, unconsciously grabbed Simon's hand tightly.
She was thinking about how to change her current situation.
She could ensure her own safety and protect the land of Sicar.
If it really didn't work …
Exchanging the latter for the former wasn't impossible either.
The baroness was born with the understanding of following her heart, she wasn't a stubborn person.
She knew what was most important to her.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to Aïtantin Castle right after her brother died. Back then, she had the thought of exchanging Sicar for her own safety.
Feeling the intense thoughts in the baroness, Bloody Mary couldn't help but place its hand on the baroness's.
"I've said it before.
Things aren't as bad as you think.
Even … "
"From a certain aspect, it is beneficial to us.
Don't forget who you are.
"You are not only a noble, but also a believer of the Mist."
Bloody Mary reminded the baroness.
"My lord will help us?"
The baroness asked.
"Of course.
In fact, my lord has started to help us. "
Bloody Mary then softly told the baroness about how its boss acquired a piece of land and the Demon Hunters would be stationed there.
The baroness' eyes shone right away.
She had read about how powerful the Demon Hunters were in books before.
If more demon hunters came to help her, even His Majesty the Sixth would not be able to do anything.
His methods could never be shown in public.
It could only be done in private.
Looking at the baroness who showed a comforting smile, Bloody Mary subtly retracted its hand and quietly wiped it behind its back.
It still wasn't used to it.
It was still awkward.
Even though theoretically speaking, demons had no gender.
But its memories came from Mary.
The memories made it feel like it was sitting on a bed of needles. If it wasn't for its boss, it would have turned its hand into a knife and given Mary a quick death.
Sigh.
Bloody Mary couldn't help but sigh.
It knew the hurdle before its eyes was just the first one.
The second and third ones would be here soon.
It would be much harder than the first one.
It wasn't something that could be brushed off with words.
'Hope it won't hurt too much.'
Bloody Mary prayed in its heart.
At that very moment, a group of men appeared at the gate of Aïtantin Castle.
They had an extraordinary presence and overflowing battle intent.
They were dressed in …
War Shrine attire.
Each of them looked at the convoy that was slowly approaching, their eyes filled with hostility.
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