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Helm's Port.

One of the most important hub ports in the southern part of the Anvian continent.

Its unique geographical location made it a crossroads of maritime trade, and also made the transmission of information as swift and widespread as the sea breeze.

Next to the fully-equipped "Adventurers' House" established by the Night Watchmen, there is an old-fashioned tavern called "Roaring Siren".

In such a port city, taverns are always the liveliest places, whether it's the shipwrights who have worked hard all day, the merchants coming and going, or the adventurers who want to make a name for themselves here.

Nothing beats a pub; you'll always have the latest news there.

If this city is a hub for the transmission of a lot of information, then the tavern is the center for the dissemination of that information.

This place is always bustling with noise, a mixture of the salty sea breeze, the smell of cheap ale, the sweat of sailors, and the cacophony of various languages.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the tavern reached a boiling point, as news of the upheaval in Ktyr exploded like sparks thrown into boiling oil.

The sources of the information are diverse and multifaceted.

The newly posted front page of the Trailblazer's Gazette, still smelling of fresh ink, prominently displayed at the entrance of the Adventurers' Lodge, read: "The Old Crown Falls! The National Assembly of Ktyr is Established!"

The sailors, weary from their journey and fresh off the merchant ship, eagerly shared the embellished versions they had heard along the way.

Even the latest magic phonograph on the bar counter was playing related news briefs on a loop.

Several greasy wooden tables were pushed together, and a group of all sorts of people sat around them, arguing heatedly.

Such scenes have been frequently playing out in the tavern these past few days.

As long as there is no extreme chaotic brawl, the tavern owner will not interfere, which is quite nice of him.

After all, such a lively event has made him a fortune in the past few days.

"They're insane! Those Khwarazmian peasants are absolutely insane!"

An old sailor with a burly face and anchor tattoos on his arms took a big gulp of ale and slammed the wooden cup down on the table, splashing the liquor everywhere.

He wiped the foam off his beard, his voice loud and full of disdain.

"Cut off the king's head? Try the count? How many lives do they have to pay for that?"

"Just wait and see. In a few days, the nobles from the surrounding kingdoms will form a coalition army, trample over us with their iron hooves, and every single one of these rebellious commoners will be hanged on the gallows by the sea to feed the seagulls! Is the king's head so easy to cut off?"

He looked around, as if seeking approval.

After all, hanging nobles directly angered the entire noble class, affecting not only their own country.

Not all nobles are fools; most of them are quite intelligent.

"Exactly! Old Scarface is right!"

A man dressed in worn leather armor and a mercenary's attire immediately chimed in, his face displaying a shrewd, mercenary air.

"What can a hastily assembled mob, armed with pitchforks and broken knives, possibly accomplish? Are the elite knights kept by the noble lords just for show? I think this is all a farce; it won't last long."

He lowered his voice, a hint of schadenfreude in it, "There's a good chance that the city of Kertil is already awash in blood."

Such peasant uprisings, or rather serf rebellions.

You would hear about it often, but it would soon disappear.

They just hadn't expected it to be this extreme—the execution of the count and the hanging of the king. When they first heard the news, they thought it was some sensationalist fabrication.

Who would have thought that this was actually true?

At this moment, a thin man sitting in the corner, wearing a faded scholar's robe and crystal glasses, cleared his throat and interjected in a tone that tried to remain calm but could not hide his shock.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me calmly. You may only see the beheading, but you're overlooking the historical significance behind it!"
"Kter, what kind of place is that? It is the ancient land of the first kingdom in human civilization with verifiable history, the 'Land of Dawn'! It is the true birthplace of the human aristocracy!"
"Legend has it that the first human king, 'Dawn's Radiance,' Alessandro Ctyr, was crowned on that land, establishing the initial order and the continuation of bloodlines. The nation founded by the first king!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"There, on the land that symbolizes the origin of royal power, the current king and the highest nobles were publicly tried and executed... This... This is not merely the overthrow of a regime; it is a complete denial and desecration of the sanctity of the entire noble bloodline and the foundation of the millennia-old order!"

"Its impact far surpasses that of ordinary rebellions! It's like dropping a bombshell on the old bastions of the entire world!"

His words silenced the ordinary sailors and civilians who had been just chatting and watching the show for a moment, before erupting into even greater exclamations and incredulous discussions.

They were, after all, ordinary people; how could they possibly know so much about things that happened a couple hundred or even several hundred years ago?

Those are all things of the past.

Therefore, only scholars can understand this matter more clearly and can also deduce from it that this act was even more heinous than beheading the king or executing the count.

"Gods above! The territory of the first king?"

"That...that wasn't just cutting down the king, it was uprooting the family's lineage...you know...the roots?"

"Gods above, this is too much..."

However, this exclamation filled with historical awe was quickly interrupted by another vehement voice.

A young man sitting near the door, wearing a coarse cloth shirt and with a conspicuous scar on his face, suddenly stood up.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the old sailor and mercenary who had just spoken, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Blasphemy? Blasphemy my ass! You spineless cowards, all you know how to do is kneel and lick the boots of nobles!" His voice was hoarse, filled with long-suppressed anger.

"What do you mean by farce? What do you mean by courting death? You cowards, is all you see just the iron hooves and lances of nobles?!"
"If those heroes of Ktyr were standing here and heard your nonsense, the first ones to suffer would be you bunch of scum who drag the team down!"

If others can do it, why can't they?
Should they be oppressed by these nobles, forced to be their slaves and slaughtered at their mercy?
Why can't everyone attack together?

He suddenly kicked the stool behind him away and pointed to the hideous scar on his face.

"See that? That was done by the lord's lackeys! Just because my sister was washing clothes by the river and blocked his hunting path!"

He suddenly ripped open his shirt a little, revealing a twisted old wound below his collarbone.

"And this! My father! An honest blacksmith, he was nearly burned to death with a red-hot branding iron just because he was a day late in delivering the horseshoes he was making for the lord!"
"In the end, the wounds festered, and he died in agony in the shack! You call this 'noble lords'? They are just a pack of wolves in human skin."

"They treat us like pigs and dogs, beating and killing us whenever they want. They can't even be bothered to come up with an excuse when they want to sleep with our women!"

His impassioned words instantly ignited the passion of many silent figures in the tavern.

Next to the "scarred-faced" man, an old farmer with a face full of wrinkles suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

“That’s right! My family’s three acres of good land, which were passed down from generation to generation, were forcibly taken away by Baron Pierce.”

He talked about 'planning the land,' but it turned into his son's racetrack in no time! My wife went to confront him, and his butler pushed her, causing her to break her leg. She's still in bed!

“Me too!” “Me too!” From the corner, the tavern waitress also spoke up with red eyes.

"The previous sheriff... that damned beast, under the guise of night patrols, abused so many girls... My sister was driven to jump into the river by him!"

The atmosphere in the tavern was instantly ignited, with accusations against the nobles rising and falling, filled with blood, tears, and hatred.

Some beat their chests in frustration, some gritted their teeth and cursed under their breath, and some silently wiped away tears. Because for the nobles, this was simply the reality.

They not only control power, but also wealth, and even more importantly, absolute military force.

Faced with an absolute disparity in power, ordinary people have almost no room for resistance; this has been the way of life for hundreds of years, and they are already used to it.

They never considered these civilians to be equal to them, nor did they even consider them to be the same species.

Such a deeply ingrained perception naturally leads to actions that don't treat others as human beings.

The evil deeds they committed were numerous and countless.

The crowd, which was originally inclined to be conservative and just watching the spectacle, was also swept up by the surging public resentment, and the discussions became chaotic and intense.

The old sailor and mercenary were caught off guard by the sudden outburst of public anger and muttered under their breath.

"That's not how you say it..."

"There must be something better..."

He tried to explain, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the wave of anger.

The tavern owner watched nervously as the situation spiraled out of control, hesitating whether to call the city guards.

The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, sweat, and an intense, unyielding class hatred. This small port tavern had become a fiery microcosm of the clash between the old and new storms on the continent of Anvian.

……

Eastern Wilderness.

Alicia sat at the tactical table, looking at the continental map in front of her.

The map meticulously marks the location of every country on the continent of Anvien, including very detailed geographical and city markings.

For the Night's Watch, a map is undoubtedly the most detailed thing they can do.

After all, each member of the Night's Watch has their own map, and because the maps of the Night's Watch members are connected, there are almost no black obstructions on the maps so far.

A tactical mastermind nearby began to report on the current situation.

"According to the latest intelligence, the situation in Kertil has spread throughout the entire continent, through the Adventurers' House and the merchants of the Merchant Guild."

"The details are already known to almost everyone."

As he spoke, he took out a small marker and marked the various cities on the map, explaining as he did so.

"We had already made preparations beforehand and carried out relevant information dissemination and education among the public, and these results have been effective during this period."

"Under the guidance of the organizations we lead, many civilians in various places have been aroused to varying degrees, and they have gained hope and ideas because of this matter."

"After learning of this news, the nobles in some places became even more panicked and fearful. Many fools inflicted this panic and fear on innocent civilians, which only added fuel to the fire."

The more these nobles tried to suppress the news, and the more hysterical they became, the more the common people cared.

Many cities are now showing signs of becoming powder kegs, with undercurrents surging everywhere.

Similarly, nobles in many cities have begun to retreat to their castles, seemingly sensing the blood in the air.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a messenger walked in.

"Your Holiness, we have a distinguished guest."

"Distinguished guest?"

One of the staff officers frowned.

The tactical mastermind, who had just been reporting the situation, curled the corners of his lips and turned to look at Alicia.

"It seems someone is getting restless, Your Highness."

Alicia smiled and nodded.

Sure enough, at that moment, someone forced their way in.

“Night Watch! Your behavior has gone too far! Do you really think we nobles are lambs to be slaughtered at your will?”

The man who entered was a middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent robe; his appearance clearly indicated that he was a noble mage.

His level seems to have reached level thirteen, which undoubtedly makes him an outstanding individual.

Without such strength, one wouldn't dare to force one way in.

Alicia looked at the other person.

"Isn't this Lord Achilles? Why aren't you in your magnificent mage tower? What are you doing here?"

The mage named Achilles looked at Alicia with slight surprise; he hadn't expected the famous Holy Fire Maiden to be here.

Judging from this situation, it seems that the other party is actually the mastermind behind this incident.

"It's you?"

"I didn't expect you to remember me, sir. It's truly my honor."

It should be noted that the Holy Flame Maiden was active on this continent more than ten or twenty years ago; otherwise, she would not have been the first Holy Flame Maiden to come into contact with the Night Watchmen.

Naturally, he had dealings with nobles from various countries, including the legendary mage before him.

At that time, however, she could only maintain a respectful attitude.

"Alright, enough of this boring reminiscing. I didn't come here to talk about these things."

"Hmph! How insolent!"

Alicia immediately turned hostile and waved her hand sharply. In an instant, a large ball of golden holy fire appeared and floated in the air.

The two immediately became tense and ready to fight.

"You Night's Watch are too powerful. Stop talking nonsense. Those so-called National Assembly and those damned rebels are definitely funded by you."

As he spoke, he glared resentfully at the Night's Watchmen present.

"Didn't you swear to protect the world? The tentacles of the void have already reached into the world. Why are you not united at this time and instead targeting us?"
"We've already made such a drastic concession, so why are you still being so aggressive?"

Achilles was truly furious.

Because the Night's Watch went too far.

They retreated again and again, and the Night's Watch actually wanted to completely eradicate them, attempting to eliminate the entire noble class in one fell swoop.

This is something they absolutely cannot accept. (End of Chapter)