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Eastern Wilderness.

After nearly twenty years of development by the Night Watch, this place can no longer be called a "wilderness".

The once barren land has been replaced by neat farmland, bustling workshops, and scattered towns.

A wide "direct road" built by the Night's Watch, like a steel spine, runs straight through the once impassable dense forest.

Efficiently deliver resources and personnel to the heart of the forest.

Candlelight City.

The origin of the Night Watch's development stands nestled in the embrace of the forest.

The city is not made of cold stones, but rather a giant living organism where steel and vitality blend together.

The magnificent floating magic tower, though it was discarded from the city of the ring tower, stands high in the city center.

The steel spires piercing the sky are a symbol of the Night's Watch's immense power.

The streets are lined with dense but orderly workshops, where the clanging of forging can be heard constantly, and the air is filled with the smell of alchemical raw materials and machine oil.

Further ahead lies a bustling residential area, lined with pubs and shops. Veteran strongholds like "Iron Hammer Bar" are always teeming with people, filled with the aroma of fried schnitzel and the sweet fragrance of tenacious flowers growing in the small garden.

The children's home complex occupies a prominent area of ​​the city, and the sounds of reading and laughter emanating from within represent hope for the future.

Despite its large size and diverse functions—serving as an important rear base for the Night Watchmen, a community for their families and veterans, and an orphanage—the city is a hub for all sorts of things.

Yet it was still enveloped in a warm halo—this stemmed not only from the atmosphere of mutual assistance among residents, but also from the enormous light source in the city center.

The city moves at a busy yet orderly pace, with pedestrians hurrying by. There are night watchmen patrolling in formation, apprentices transporting supplies, ordinary citizens, and teenagers wearing reserve badges on their arms.

Although its headquarters have long since moved to the Ring of Towers in Lebia, giving Candlelight City a sense of tranquility as a "retirement sanctuary" and "memorial site," its pulse remains strong.

It is the undisputed core and spiritual beacon of the Eastern Wilderness.

The whole city exudes light and warmth, a testament to the tenacious growth of human warmth amidst the steel order.

Holy Light Monastery.

This monastery is one of the core sources of light in Candlelight City, covering a vast area and possessing a magnificent presence.

Its architectural style is solemn and sacred, with the main body constructed of huge white stones, and the lines are simple yet powerful.

The most striking feature is a massive, towering stone pillar in the central square of the monastery, seemingly carved from a single piece of flawless white jade.

At the top of the stone pillar is not a statue of a god, but a giant holy gem that emits a soft and constant white light.

The power contained in this gem is so immense that even in the deepest night, it can illuminate the monastery and most of Candlelight City as bright as day, dispelling all gloom and symbolizing the eternal protection of holy light.

It is a landmark of the city and a beacon in the hearts of believers.

In a quiet prayer room.

The interior is simply furnished, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance and a sense of tranquility.

In the center of the prayer room stands not a statue of a specific deity, but a beautifully crafted scepter inlaid with pure white, gold-like gemstones that shimmer with a subtle light, in order to reflect the formless nature of the holy light.

It represents the existence of the Holy Light itself and its pure power.

At this moment, a warm and vibrant golden flame floated quietly above the staff, swaying gently as if it were alive.

A beautiful woman, dressed in a white robe trimmed with gorgeous gold, and wearing a laurel wreath symbolizing her holy office, is praying silently with her eyes slightly closed.

As she prayed devoutly, the gold trim on her robe seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, burning with the same pure golden holy fire, which merged with her aura.

She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of golden eyes beneath her delicate eyelashes, eyes that seemed to burn with intense heat.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, a blend of maternal kindness and youthful purity, yet her brows naturally exuded an inviolable majesty.

This is Alicia, the Holy Flame Maiden, one of the Night Watch's original allies, and a bridge figure from the Church of the Holy Light.

Twenty years ago, she fought alongside Cana and others, and was a key figure in connecting the Church of the Holy Light with the early forces of the Night Watch.

Therefore, she holds a prestigious position as the only great monastery of the Holy Light in the birthplace of the Night's Watch in the Eastern Wilds.

Just then, the heavy oak doors of the prayer room were steadily pushed open.

A female knight, clad in heavy plate armor that shimmered with a faint light and featured sharp, cold lines, entered.

Her face appeared more mature and resolute than Alicia's, around thirty years old, with a thin but deep scar running diagonally from her forehead to her brow.

Far from ruining her heroic spirit, it added a touch of battlefield-hardened bravery and vicissitude to her originally delicate yet dignified face.

It was Alicia's most loyal follower and comrade-in-arms, the paladin Anita Borenberg.

Anita saluted with one fist placed in front of her breastplate, her voice clear and steady, carrying the directness of someone returning from the battlefield.

"Your Highness, news has arrived from Kertil. The National Assembly has been established, and the old monarchy has been completely dismantled."

"King Pietro, Queen Mariana, Count von Erik and his two sons, in accordance with the newly established Fundamental Constitution, the National Code and the ruling of the Special Court, have been publicly executed in the capital square and beheaded."

"The remaining nobles, depending on the severity of their crimes, were either fined heavily and stripped of their privileges, or had their property confiscated and were required to publicly repent. Those who committed serious crimes and their adult family members were permanently exiled to harsh and cold lands."

"In the square, the royal flag no longer fluttered, but the flag of the National Assembly embroidered with scales and ears of wheat. Speaker Carlo declared publicly: 'The old rule of bloodline is over; the law will be the only crown.'"

"The news is spreading rapidly across the continent of Anvian through our channels and with adventurers and caravans. The millennia-old privileges of the old nobility have been uprooted in Ktyr."

Alicia nodded slightly after listening, and a golden flame flickered in her eyes.

“Very good. Then it won’t be long before this news reaches the ears of other nobles, and soon they will begin to panic.”

“Those nobles with brains have already been screened by us and have turned to our side. The rest are just useless fools who can accomplish nothing but enslave the common people.”

At this point, Alicia's delicate brows furrowed, and a hint of undisguised disgust flashed across her face, as if the nobles' heinous acts made her wish she could immediately summon holy fire to burn them to ashes.

She, who was able to control the sacred fire and was known as the Holy Maiden of the Sacred Fire, was by no means a meek or timid person.

If she had not been so decisive and resolute, she would not have become the first member of the Church of Holy Light to break with neutrality and actively embrace the Night Watch, who were then considered "radical."

It's important to understand that those early church members who worked closely with the Night's Watch were, on the surface, "extremists" who had been separated from the group—to some extent, this wasn't entirely a disguise; they genuinely abhorred the ills of the old order.

This is why the leading figure in orchestrating the spread of the "Flame of Freedom" across the continent of Anvian was the Holy Flame Maiden of the Church of Holy Light, rather than a member of the Night Watch directly. Of course, from the outside perspective, the Church of Holy Light and the Night Watch are already indistinguishable, although the church's higher-ups may still stubbornly deny it.

"In that case, let's get other places moving, and all the adventurers' homes in the country, to post these news articles prominently, without any further concealment."

The core of the plan has been achieved. What is needed now is not to hide, but to ignite this wildfire as quickly as possible and swiftly dismantle the old forces' will to resist.

Those stubborn nobles who were selected as "sacrifices" mostly lacked sharp minds. Even if they saw the news, their reaction would inevitably be slow and sluggish—they were already used to being high above and lacked a true sense of the storms at the bottom.

Anita nodded crisply, the armor plates clanging together with a resounding sound: "Yes, sir."

She turned and walked resolutely out of the prayer room to deliver this crucial command.

Alicia's gaze fell back to the scepter burning with holy fire in the center. She stepped forward, reached out, and firmly grasped the scepter in her hand.

The sacred flame sensed her will and burned even more fiercely.

“Let me see,” she said, a challenging smile playing on her lips, the sacred flame burning brightly in her eyes, “who will be the first to lose their temper and come to question me, the Holy Maiden of the Sacred Flame, who is ‘interfering in internal affairs’?”

At this moment, her power has reached the legendary level thirteen, and she is only one step away from the threshold of level fourteen.

The burning sacred fire is the very moment that will burn away all the decay and evil in the world.

……

Alicia's prophecy came true quickly.

The news of Kertil was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly exploding in the royal and noble circles of the continent of Anvien, provoking completely different reactions.

In the kingdom of Lor'themar, a powerful lord with the title of marquis is leisurely strolling in his meticulously maintained courtyard, filled with exotic flowers and plants.

His butler practically scrambled in, his face ashen, and handed him an urgent confidential report.

“My lord! King Khedira… and Count von Eric… they… were… killed by those peasants…”

The butler was rambling incoherently.

The marquis impatiently snatched the secret report, his eyes scanning the words on it. His face instantly changed from rosy to ashen, and finally turned deathly pale.

"What?! Execution?! Exile?! Judgment of nobles?!"

He crumpled the secret report into a ball and slammed it to the ground, roaring like an enraged lion.

“Those filthy commoners! Those vile maggots! How dare they?! How dare they judge the king! How dare they cut off the head of a noble earl! This is blasphemy! This is rebellion! This is unheard-of madness!!”

He roared hysterically, his voice distorted by extreme fear and rage, as if a butcher's knife was about to be placed on his own neck.

He kicked and stomped on the flowerpots next to him, sending expensive flowers and soil flying everywhere.

After venting his anger, he gasped for breath, his eyes filled with terror as he gripped the butler's shoulders tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Quickly! Send men! Block the news... no, it can't be blocked. Immediately arrest Earl Raymond, Viscount Orlando... and the commander of the city guard!"

"All the high-ranking nobles in charge, immediately! Summon them to my study! And get out of here!"

The butler scrambled away, leaving the Marquis standing there, his body still trembling slightly, cold sweat soaking the back of his silk shirt.

For the first time, he sensed the impending destruction so clearly, originating from the "peasants" he had never taken seriously.

Anyone with a brain knows that this wasn't just something those peasants did; there must have been other things behind it.

The first thought that flashed through his mind when he thought of this was the Night's Watch, for no particular reason.

Because that's what the Night's Watch does.

For the past twenty years, since the Night's Watch began to rise to power, they have had no respect for nobles and have no scruples when they strike.

Now, there is a very direct conflict with the nobility.

It can be said that he single-handedly suppressed all so-called noble bloodlines in the world.

In the distant Duchy of Haider, Earl Winston, who ruled over a wealthy commercial territory, exhibited a completely different reaction.

He was reclining on a soft velvet sofa, toying with a glass of aged red wine with a deep, jewel-like color.

After the attendant finished reporting the news about Ktyr in a low voice, the count merely frowned slightly and waved for the attendant to leave.

He took a sip of his drink, his deep gaze fixed on the bustling street scene outside the window, his fingers unconsciously gliding along the smooth surface of the glass.

"As expected... the Night's Watch will not remain silent."

He muttered to himself, his voice calm and even.

"All the previous 'goodwill' and 'cooperation' were nothing but sugar-coated illusions. They have finally... bared their fangs. Letting commoners judge nobles and kill the king... this is an attempt to overturn the iron order that has stood for thousands of years."

He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something deeper.

"But...can this really succeed? Or is the Night's Watch's goal truly to completely exterminate all the nobles?"
"I'm afraid not. The noble class holds the most core martial arts heritage in this world. The vast majority of legendary powerhouses were born into noble families or eventually became new nobles."

"They can't just stand by and watch their family perish. The Night's Watch... perhaps just wants to break the old, blood-based monopoly of power and force us to relinquish some of our privileges."

"Allowing ordinary people... or those who have been 'blessed' by them, to gain certain channels for upward mobility and a voice, forming a new, mutually acceptable system of checks and balances? Like... the continent of Leviathan?"

He swirled the wine in his glass, the red liquid rotating within.

"Let the peasants truly rise to the point of being equal to us, or even judging us?"
"No, that's impossible. But using them to give us old folks a warning, to make the nobles understand that times have changed and things must change... that's more like the Night's Watch's style."

He downed the drink in one gulp, his eyes remaining calm, even with a hint of scrutiny.

He judged that the Night's Watch wanted to reshape the rules, not destroy them completely.

Because that's what the Night's Watch has always done; no matter what, they have never exterminated the nobles, but rather divided them up.

This time it should also be a large-scale operation, but the main purpose is to divide power.

This is why many nobles did not become hysterical when facing the Night's Watch; firstly, out of fear, and secondly, because the Night's Watch always left them some room to maneuver.

However, this time the Night's Watch might not leave much room for maneuver. (End of Chapter)