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The scene of the conflict in the town center.

With the Night Watchman as their protector and two fellow warriors present, the already furious rabbits found an outlet for their pent-up resentment.

A young rabbit warrior with bruises on his face and red eyes suddenly pushed aside his companion who was protecting him, rushed forward, and shouted accusations at Karen.

"Look at what you've done! You say you're conscripting able-bodied men to fight! But that's what my uncle said when he was conscripted! And what happened?"

"We didn't receive news of his death in battle; all we got was the order that he was used as bait and torn to pieces! They said they were going to investigate, but in the end, they didn't even find his body!"
"Of the hundreds of people you conscripted from the town over the years, which one has returned alive? Which one has sent us even a message? None! Not a single one!"

These words instantly ignited the anger of the onlookers.

No joke, almost every young soldier recruited over the years has a connection with everyone here—someone's son, someone's father, or someone's friend.

"Shut up, you little bastard!"

Karen's adjutant glared at her fiercely, his hand resting on the curved sword at his waist.

"Don't be afraid, kid, speak up!"

Old Mayor Wendell suddenly roared, his hair and beard standing on end, as if his long-dormant warrior spirit had been rekindled.

The anger has already built up enough; there's no need to suppress it any longer.

He forcefully pushed away the tribesmen who tried to hold him back, walked to the red-eyed youth's side, stared intently at Captain Karen, and said, word by word.

"My lord, His Majesty the founding emperor of the empire once established military regulations that require each tribe to provide regular auxiliary soldiers according to the standard of 'one in twenty adult males'."

"It's 'one out of twenty'! Not 'take whatever you want'!"

“Our Turnip Root tribe once numbered no more than 30,000 men, women, and children, with only a few thousand able-bodied young adults. In the past two years alone, over a hundred people have already been conscripted, which has far exceeded His Majesty’s regulations.”

Moreover, this conscription has been going on for more than a decade, and their town used to be much more prosperous.

Even though their ethnic group is large and their town is doing well, it can't withstand such conscription.

The problem is that these conscripted soldiers are not coming back; not a single one has returned. This is the fact that inspires despair and fear.

What if these soldiers develop, or even some return, even if they are disabled?

However, there were none, not even the disabled.

"The town's hunters and guards have already been depleted. And today you're asking for forty more?! You even want to take away promising young men from the guard posts!"
"This is the second time this year. We can't handle this kind of conscription anymore."

"I, Wendell, shamelessly ask you this: Is it that the White Rock Front truly needs so many rabbit sentinels? Or have the various tribes of the Empire completely forgotten His Majesty's rules, using the lives of our rabbit warriors to fill your merit books?!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, patting his chest vigorously.

"You need men? Sure! This old man of mine! And those few young lads, you can have them!"

"Pulling up the last remaining seedlings in our town that can guard our homes and protect us from monsters! We just want a straight answer: if we hand over the required number of people this time, will we never be over-recruited again?!"

The old town mayor's questioning, a mixture of grief and indignation and precise data, resonated powerfully in the silent square.

Not only was Karen speechless, but even the wolf riders behind him had different expressions, some of them hesitant.

They weren't afraid.

It was the emotions emanating from the bloodshot eyes of the rabbits around them that made them feel pressured.

These rabbits seem genuinely desperate this time.

Gertai remained silent, standing like a mountain before the rabbit tribe.

He didn't even look at Captain Karen; his gaze simply swept calmly over the rough stone walls of the council chamber and the bluestone floor in front of the door.

But all the members of the Night's Watch squad, including the two rabbit warriors, were like him, an unshakeable gray barrier.

Although they did not draw their swords, their posture, their eyes, and the lingering aura of battlefield ferocity emanating from them, combined with the old town chief's tearful accusations, weighed heavily on Karen and all the wolf riders' hearts like an invisible boulder.

Karen's face turned from red to green, and then from green to black.

He looked at the stubborn rabbits, then at the six Night Watchmen who seemed to blend into the shadows and remain motionless, especially Captain Gertaire's unfathomable steel-grey eyes.

He could sense the dire wolf's frenzy and retreat, as well as the apprehension of his own men hidden behind their armor.

He had no doubt that if he ordered a forced arrest right now, the seemingly silent Night's Watchmen would instantly transform into a deadly storm of blades.

This was the intuition he had honed through countless battles on the battlefield, and he was also aware of the Night's Watch's formidable reputation.

Even if there were only one Night's Watchman here, they could wipe them all out if they decided to act recklessly.

At most, they could only escape by using their mounts.

The Night's Watch has existed for over a decade, and perhaps in the beginning or a few years ago, some people thought it was just a legend or bragging.

But in recent years, the Night's Watch's achievements have become more and more impressive, and no one dares to question their abilities anymore.

Everyone has only one opinion about it: a war machine born for war.

As long as he can endure the pain, he can fight tirelessly. Even if his chest is pierced, his stomach is torn open, or his arm is pierced, it will not affect the power of his attacks.

The stalemate lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

"Hmph!" Karen spat out a harsh sound through gritted teeth, his face twitching a few times. He then yanked hard on the dire wolf's reins, and the dire wolf growled in pain and turned its head.

"A bunch of stupid trash! Useless long-eared fools! Let's go!" He threw down these harsh words and drove the wolves out of town without looking back.

The remaining wolf riders, as if granted a pardon, turned their wolf heads around, their iron hooves pounding the ground, and rushed out of the oppressive little square in a somewhat disheveled manner, kicking up a cloud of dust.

There was no immediate cheering from the surrounding area; all the rabbits stared with their scarlet eyes at the retreating figures of the wolf riders.

Only when the wolf riders disappeared around the bend in the dirt road at the town's entrance did all the rabbit tribe members breathe a sigh of relief.

Many people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground, letting out suppressed sobs and whimpers.

They did not cheer for forcing the wolf riders back this time.

The old mayor, Wendell, looked at Gerthai, his cloudy old eyes filled with gratitude and complex emotions.

Gerthai's gaze shifted from the nearly exhausted young militiamen, then swept over the Night's Watchmen Toru and Sera's reassuring nods, finally settling on the hilt of his broadsword.

His thumb unconsciously rubbed against the cold metal hilt of the sword.

“Tell the young people in town,” he began, his voice still deep, yet clearly reaching the ears of every rabbit.

"For the next six months, the guild will provide basic training to anyone willing to register and learn to become an adventurer. For quests involving dealing with monsters, the guild will purchase materials at the agreed price."

"Also, the night school that was previously planned will open soon. Anyone who wants to come is welcome to participate and learn more about the outside world."

He didn't say the word "protect" much, but the weight of his words was just as heavy as the silent deterrent he had just delivered.

The warm sunlight shone down on the square again, dispelling the gloom and fear left by the wolf riders.

As people helped each other to their feet, they looked at the night watchman's grey-blue back and, for the first time, a flame called "hope" ignited in their eyes.

For the first time, these rabbits, who had never had any support and were always oppressed, witnessed the power of relying on others. Toru and Sera silently clenched their fists.

They knew that this contest was only the beginning.

Karen's bloodshot eyes as she left were like poisoned daggers, etched into their hearts.

But now, the turnip root is no longer an isolated island at the mercy of others.

At least the Night's Watch is still here, at least the Night's Watch is willing to help them.

The group that had just orchestrated the incident exchanged glances, then pulled each other into the town hall.

The council chamber was brightly lit.

They seemed to want to discuss something in a private room, as they even drew the windows and curtains.

The dull thud of beast hooves and iron boots pounding the ground gradually faded away.

After a brief silence, the rabbit-dwelling residents gathered outside the door began to let out suppressed sobs and sighs of relief.

The heavy wooden door slowly closed, shutting out the outside world's disturbances and leaving only the oppressive air and flickering lamplight inside.

The members participating in the discussion sat around a heavy wooden table.

Captain Gerthai—a Night Watchman, and also the squad leader here.

He sat in the main seat, his grey-blue Night's Watch armor faded slightly from washing, but the bronze torch emblem on his shoulder remained prominent.

His face was as hard as a rock, and his deep-set eyes, like steel, calmly swept over the crowd.

Judging by the Night Watchers' ranks, he was the highest-ranking person here, reaching level nine, a veteran who had been tempered by countless Void Pit trials.

Next to him is Toru, the Night Watchman.

One of Gertai's team members, a male rabbit warrior, had his scarlet eyes burning with suppressed rage and a hint of barely perceptible lingering fear.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white; his level was seven.

On the other side sat Sera, a Night Watchman.

Another member of the Geertai rabbit tribe, a woman. She appeared calmer than Toru, but her long rabbit ears trembled slightly, revealing her inner turmoil.

They are around level seven, and they are the most direct link between the town and the Night Watch.

Mayor Wendell sat opposite Gertaire, the old scar on his face appearing even more pronounced in the lamplight.

The former veteran's brows were furrowed, and his eyes, though weary, held a solemn air of desperation.

Although he was a warrior, he was old and his strength had long since declined, barely maintaining a level three strength.

With the rapid expansion of combat power over the past decade, level three combat power is no longer worth considering.

However, the fact that this veteran had a combat strength of level three before the Night's Watch appeared suggests that he had served in the Orcish Empire's forces, and possibly as an elite Sentinel.

This is why the Night's Watch, an organization with only tens of thousands of members, is able to control the entire world.

While the Night's Watch has expanded its fighting strength, the fighting strength of other nations has not kept pace.

A level 3 warrior is already the strongest in the village, while level 4 or 5 warriors are the strongest in this town and the surrounding area.

Level 5 and above are basically regional powerhouses, and you can only see them in cities or even large cities.

People of this rank generally serve as non-commissioned officers in the military or as captains of various teams.

Only some medium-sized or large countries have the capacity to assemble an elite force of several hundred people at level five or above.

But this level is not even worth considering in the eyes of the Night's Watch; they are merely new recruits.

The average level of the Night's Watch is now above level eight, and there are quite a few level ten Night's Watch members.

Moreover, in recent years, the world's combat power has continued to expand along with everyone else, because the Night Watchers opened up slots and created the adventurer system.

It's a perfectly legitimate scheme, yet no one can escape its trap.

With everyone's strength increasing rapidly, if you don't send your troops or subordinates to become adventurers, your combat power will definitely fall behind.

What if you could turn your troops and warriors into adventurers and gain the power of the Night's Watch?

These people are naturally allies of the Night's Watch, and it doesn't matter if those who don't recognize the Night's Watch's power because of their own social class still oppose them.

Because their numbers are so small compared to the vast majority of ordinary people that they are practically invisible.

Those commoners who hoped to change themselves through this power and became adventurers would naturally side with the Night Watch.

Compare the respect and resources shown by the Night's Watch to your past life.

This is simply incomparable.

In particular, what the Night's Watch has done over the past decade or so has been purely on the side of the vast majority of people.

They would rescue civilians, even during wartime, by forcibly rescuing as many civilians as possible.

The Night Watch's popularity among the people far surpasses that of the Church of Holy Light, not to mention that the Church of Holy Light is on the Night Watch's side.

The combined reputation among the people is entirely tied to the Night's Watch.

Many ordinary people simply don't understand the current situation and blindly follow the past trajectory, continuing to live under the rule of various countries without ever thinking about fighting for their own rights.

The Night's Watch did not rashly reveal or guide the conversation, because it required the right opportunity.

Besides these few people, others were also brought over; they were also quite important figures in this small town.

Hope Bronzebeard, Guild Agent.

A short, stocky dwarf with a tangled beard, he is the leader of the Adventurers' Guild in "Turnroot," a warrior/blacksmith of approximately level five.

A bronze dwarf who had been with the Night's Watch for quite some time, but he devoted more of his energy to his secondary professions and was essentially a support staff member.

He patted the dust off the table and said gruffly, "Alright, those wolf cubs are gone, but they left behind a pile of dog shit trouble!"

Ferre Longear, the militia captain here.

The young rabbit warrior who had previously dared to glare angrily at the wolf clan leader was now heaving with chest pains and a flushed face from the impending battle.

His eyes held a mixture of anger, pride, and anxiety about the future. He was the strongest non-Night Watch warrior in town, roughly level four.

Alyssa Whisper, apothecary and elder.

An elderly female rabbit, she is the town's pharmacist and spiritual elder. Her rank is not high, perhaps around level two, but she is highly respected within the tribe.

The night watchmen here are trying to get her into the adventurers' system and are giving her special treatment so she can quickly get a secondary job.

She looked at everyone with concern, her long ears drooping. (End of Chapter)