Divine Kingship

Chapter 579 Stability 30, City Fall Imminent

Today, Allen met the sailor from the dark alley again.

He didn't see him during a normal holiday; rather, he escaped during the chaos of a disturbance in the military camp.

The sailor in the alley said he could arrange another smuggling trip.

It was still midnight.

Allen knew this was his last chance.

It would be much safer to sneak out than to be captured after the city falls.

After all, even though they saw news that their friends were alive, they could be killed at any time during this chaotic period when the city fell. In such a situation, the enemy troops who had breached the city could kill anyone they wanted.

Allen packed his personal belongings.

He first went to visit the family of his friend, who had been arrested for assisting nobles in smuggling themselves across borders.

He has now become a corpse on the gallows.

Allen saw his friend's child.

My friend's wife is dead; she hanged herself at home.

The child's eyes were swollen from crying, and he was now lying unconscious in bed.

Allen fed the child some food and water.

Then he told the child to wait for him in the house.

With some time before it got completely dark, Allen visited many more trusted acquaintances he knew.

Many acquaintances said they had ways to escape or hide.

Some of them had already been robbed by soldiers and thugs in the city, and some even had their relatives killed.

Some of them were originally sergeants, just like Allen.

The main reason they stayed at home was due to injuries.

Some were already dead, and others were critically injured and dying.

The glory of the past seems to be long gone and untouchable.

The city's upper echelons continued to form search teams to hunt down fleeing citizens and soldiers.

The higher-ups and officers continued to shout for glory and justice.

But they don't care at all about the families of the soldiers who have died in battle.

They don't care about those who are injured.

Perhaps to those in power, these soldiers and knights were merely expendable resources.

Allen had never thought about these questions before, because for someone as young as him, there seemed to be many opportunities to be promoted to the Cavaliers.

He was also loyal to the Kingdom of Bologna.

But now it seems that there are very few nobles who are truly willing to save the country.

As for the royal family, Allen could only see the old king standing on the city wall, bearing some wounds and looking somewhat tired.

Those nobles and the new king just stay in the palace shouting about glory, while they send their people to fight the madmen of the Frostmoon Kingdom.

The city was already in chaos, but the upper echelons still controlled the port.

But their strength was no longer sufficient to maintain order within the city.

Although Allen doesn't value so-called glory much anymore, if he can hold onto it, then the merits and wealth will definitely be real.

It is now clear that this city can no longer be defended.

Allen had to admit that the theatrical performance on the giant screen of the Frostmoon Kingdom across the way had indeed had a profound impact on him, as well as on the people around him.

The war had already caused him immense suffering; he was already covered in wounds.

But give up now.

It seems like this could make life quite good in the future?

Allen brought his friend's child to the sailors in the dark alley.

Alan decided to give the opportunity to smuggle himself into the country to his friend's child.

After all, in the chaos of a city falling, the probability of a child dying is very high.

night.

"Uncle, where are you going?" Allen asked his friend's child, puzzled.

Allen also knew that handing the child over to the smuggling sailors was an extremely irresponsible and risky act.

If Allen hadn't felt these sailors were reliable, he would have thought it would have been more dangerous to leave the child with them.

Now that Allen himself is in dire straits, he has no other choice.

Allen looked toward the port. Several unfamiliar large ships had docked today. Judging from their insignia, they seemed to be from the Kingdom of Lensa. He didn't know if they were carrying supplies or something else.

Several secret agents frowned, wondering how anyone could entrust their child to people like them.

Children are the most difficult to handle; they are prone to making noise and are uncontrollable, which significantly increases the risk during the smuggling process.

Damn it.

"Prepare some food for him and find a safe place to hide him."

The spies knew about the child's past and were very familiar with the surrounding area.

However, the spies absolutely could not take the risk, so they decided to break their promise and prevent the child from participating in the smuggling.

Compared to the life of a child, Rand's mission is far more important. These people were trained by Rand to do anything to complete their mission.

For secret agents, the mission is the most important thing; other morals and bottom lines have to take a backseat.

After the sailors took the child away, Allen returned to his home, put his armor back on, and went to the city walls.

Many of his comrades have already taken advantage of the chaos to escape.

Allen had heard many of his comrades decide to surrender or prepare to escape.

Even when Allen was heading to the city walls, he encountered several colleagues who were fleeing towards the port.

But Allen ignored them.

Allen still intended to go to the city walls; he planned to make one last attempt to defend the city.

Indeed, the city was beyond saving. The city's upper echelons were treating the soldiers and knights as expendable resources. Allen even discovered that some members of the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Bolen had escaped by ship.

But regardless, Allen still didn't want to run away.

If he were captured, he would surrender, but if he didn't intend to just run away or give up, then what difference would he make from those disgusting nobles of the Kingdom of Bolun?
Allen didn't want the glory he had upheld to turn into shame.

Allen intends to fight to the very end, not necessarily to the death, but he actually wants to experience life at a resort.

But before that, let's fight.

Allen's return to the military camp was not too troublesome. The camp was short of manpower, and after asking a few questions, the officer assumed that Allen had just gotten lost in the chaos and had now returned.

Allen checked the weapons and armor one last time, then, as the standard-bearer, raised the wave-sail flag representing the Kingdom of Bolen.

It was already dawn when Allen, holding a flag with waves and sails, stood beside the old king, who was wearing fish-scale armor.

The flags fluttered in the autumn wind.

……

The new king did not appear in the palace meeting room today; he also saw the photo session that Rand had prepared in the field for the residents and soldiers of the Bolen royal city.

The new king could certainly understand what the screen was trying to convey.

The pointless resistance could have ended long ago; surrendering would not have resulted in mistreatment, and might even have allowed for a new life.

And their new life might even be better than their current one.

Clearly, people's yearning for a better life is strong and indelible.

The new king was furious and smashed almost everything he could in his room.

Until his door was knocked on by a servant. "Didn't you say not to bother me?" the new king roared.

"The reinforcements from the Kingdom of Lensa have arrived," the attendant whispered. He was clearly afraid of the new king's wrath, but this news might save the country, so he chose to risk the king's anger to report it.

"Oh?" The new king's annoyed voice calmed down a bit. "It's only arriving now, but it might still be useful."

The time from when the message was sent back to when the powerful figures from the Kingdom of Lunsa arrived was ridiculously fast.

It's just a pity that the situation in the capital city of Bolun changed even faster.

"Where are those people?" the new king asked.

“Still at the port,” the attendant replied.

"Send them directly to the city walls. The Frostmoon Kingdom's offensive is very fierce right now." The new king didn't actually know the specifics of the Frostmoon Kingdom's offensive.

The city walls are too dangerous; it's not something a noble person like him should risk going to check.

The new king didn't really believe the situation would change.

Even if the elite professionals sent by the Kingdom of Lunsa are very strong, it's still the same.

The atmosphere inside the city was already tense, as the soldiers on the city walls suffered heavy losses due to the continuous attacks.

In this situation, the soldiers were on high alert, and because they were at a great disadvantage, the atmosphere was also somber.

Furthermore, the theatrical film projected by Rand completely destroyed any reason for the fight.

The new king was furious, but somewhat helpless.

The thought that if he really couldn't defend the capital, he might be captured by the people of the Frostmoon Kingdom...

The new king trembled slightly.

He summoned a servant.

He began, “Our war with the Frostmoon Kingdom will inevitably be protracted and tortuous. We should not be preoccupied with gains and losses in a short period of time or in a particular place, but should persist in a protracted war.”

The attendants could not understand what the new king meant from these words.

"The Frostmoon Kingdom's evil invasion has been condemned by the international community of our Southern Kingdom. Many countries have voiced their support for us and agreed to contain the Frostmoon Kingdom. Soon, the Frostmoon Kingdom's evil invasion will be stopped."

The attendant somewhat understood the meaning of the sentence. It probably meant that the Frostmoon Kingdom was destined to fail, and the Bolun Kingdom was destined to win.

But what use would it be to say these things to a servant?
Is it because there is a shortage of troops, and it is necessary for him, the king's attendant, to also go up to the city walls to guard the royal city?

The attendant's elder brother had already died in battle on the city wall.

However, if it is necessary for the attendants themselves to also go up the city wall to guard it.

It is also one's duty to serve as an attendant.

Attendants are also considered to have noble status. As members of the Bolen Kingdom's nobility, it is their duty to protect the glory of the Bolen Kingdom.

The new king continued speaking.

"In order to maintain the legitimacy of the Kingdom of Bolen, to ensure that the Kingdom of Bolen can continue to fight and reclaim its land after victory... we should start making some preparations as soon as possible."

The attendants did not understand what the king was trying to say.

Seeing that the servant still didn't understand what he was saying, the king frowned.

The people around him are all so stupid.

It is because of these fools that the Kingdom of Bolen has fallen to such a state.

Extremely stupid!

But he had no choice but to employ these fools.

The new king felt sorry for himself, but then he had to explain: "Go to the port and prepare some ships. I need to be ready to command the army at sea."

The attendants now understood the new king's meaning.

He looked at the new king in shock; he was now somewhat unkempt and pale-faced.

He couldn't help but blurt out the words that had been on his mind in shock: "You're going to run away?"

The new king was furious.

"What are you saying!" the new king roared.

The new king reached out and grabbed the servant by the neck.

The power derived from his bloodline allows him to possess the strength of an elite professional even without much training.

The servants had not expected the king to attack them personally, and they were no match for the new king, who was blessed with the bloodline of the Bolen royal family.

The servant's face turned a purplish-brown.

His eyes bulged out, staring intently at the new king's distorted face.

Soon, with the sound of bones breaking, the servant's neck was snapped by the new king.

The new king relinquished his grip.

The servant's body, bleeding from his mouth and nose, fell onto the magnificent red carpet.

The new king was panting.

Crushing an ordinary person who isn't even an elite professional doesn't require much physical effort.

However, the new king still felt extremely exhausted, sweating profusely.

The new king quickly regained his composure and summoned his guards to dispose of the body of the servant who had attempted to assassinate him.

Subsequently, the new king planned to find someone to restart the plan for commanding operations at sea.

The Kingdom of Bolen has always had a naval advantage, which is a strong guarantee that the legitimacy of the Kingdom of Bolen will never be extinguished.

As for staying in the city...

The new king felt that it was enough to leave the soldiers and knights below, as well as the professionals from the Kingdom of Lunsa, to stay here and cause trouble for the people of the Frostmoon Kingdom.

Other countries have now agreed to provide aid and support to the Kingdom of Bolun and will launch a siege against the Kingdom of Frostmoon.

The new king believed that once more and more countries realized the evil of the Frostmoon Kingdom, they would surely gather their forces to besiege it.

At that time, he, the great hero who protected the orthodoxy of the Kingdom of Bolen, would have achieved feats far surpassing those of his father and his brother Alex.

The true hero who saved the kingdom of Bolen.

The new king was quite satisfied with the title.

The new king summoned several nobles who also harbored ambitions for overseas rule. These nobles were able to understand his intentions quite well. Indeed, the folly of nobles of high bloodline was less than that of those of lower bloodline.

These nobles didn't want to stay in the city anyway, and it was clear that the capital was no longer defensible.

Then there's no need for those of noble blood to remain in the city and share life and death with those of lowly birth.

If they were captured by the people of the Frostmoon Kingdom, their noble bloodline would likely suffer disgrace.

Fortunately, the new king is not a rigid and inflexible ruler, much better than the old king who is still on the city walls.

This relieved the nobles who wanted to rule the oceans.

As for those stubborn nobles who want to defend the capital, that's fine. Let them fight against the people of the Frostmoon Kingdom. It will give those of you who value the big picture a chance to escape.

Those who were originally meant to stay behind to delay and fight are now perfectly suited for this task.

“That’s how it will be done,” the new king of the Kingdom of Bolun instructed the nobles who shared his idea.

The new king sneered. The royal family of the Kingdom of Bolen still had a trump card. When Rand invaded the city, they would give him a hard time.

……

Meanwhile, Rand had already left the military camp and arrived at the front lines.

The Minister of Military Affairs, the thirteenth son of the Marquis of Black Brown, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Marquis of Buck, had been mobilizing from the rear, but now that their work in the rear was almost done, they came to the front lines to help.

This also gave Rand and Marcus some free time to come to the front lines and oversee the final battle to breach the city.

The stability should have dropped to 30, Rand judged, and the time was right.

(End of this chapter)