Who taught him to restore his country like this?

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After finishing his breakfast, Ron gave one last instruction and left Whitewood City.

……

As dusk settled over the towering walls of Silver City, it bathed the outlines of the spires in a dark gold hue.

Deep within the lord's castle, candlelight flickered on the walnut desk in the study.

As Ian David listened to his subordinates' progress reports, his deep gray eyes gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

It's the Heavenly Disciples Mercenary Group again.

The last time he was expelled from Thorn Territory was because of this Heavenly Disciple Mercenary Group.

Now he has borrowed troops from other lords, reclaimed Thornlands, and occupied Silver City.

Although the older brother got away, he still obtained the Heart of the White Lion.

With the Heart of the White Lion, he could gradually replace the administrators of the five major cities and all medium-sized towns with his own people.

The plan was going smoothly; in less than a week, he had already taken control of three main cities.

He could have taken control of the other two major cities in just a few days.

But at this critical juncture, that damned Skywalker Mercenary Group reappeared. They occupied Whitewood City under the name of the Duke's eldest son and spread his conspiracy far and wide.

Now that Whitewood City has caused such a commotion, all the towns that are not yet under his control have begun to disobey orders, demanding that the Duke's eldest son personally resolve the Whitewood City issue first.

This infuriated him.

According to the agreement, he should assemble 10,000 troops and head to the capital tomorrow.

But he can't even raise 6000 people right now.

He could fill the vacancies by hiring some untrained civilians, but if he doesn't put out the fire in his own backyard first, he might not even have a home when he gets back.

"Let Krag go and kill all those who don't obey orders."

After a moment of contemplation, Ian made an extreme decision.

It's impossible for him to keep what he's done a secret any longer.

Since that older brother is unlikely to step in to mediate for him, they now wish they could kill each other.

Since he could no longer hide it, he decided not to hide it any longer.

Since he currently holds the advantage in Thorn Territory, he intends to use overwhelming force to swiftly eliminate these traitors.

……

Not far from the bustling streets of Baiyin City, there is a luxurious winery.

It was built with funds from the eldest son of a duke who loved wine. In order to store precious wines, in addition to the ordinary wine cellar, he also specially built a wine cellar that went more than 60 meters underground using magic.

The entrance to this wine cellar was extremely well hidden; no one knew about it except for the Duke's eldest son.

At this moment, eight people are hiding in this wine cellar, which is only seventy square meters in size.

Suddenly, someone spoke up.

"Many guards have left the city."

Chapter 93 The Magic City

The speaker was a red-haired man with gauze covering his eyes. His body was as slender and long as a stick insect, and he had a pair of pointed ears.

His name is Andu. He is a close friend and bodyguard of the Duke of Thorn Territory. He is an elf who is naturally skilled in magic and knows three sixth-order spells.

After the Duke of Thornhill went missing, he took on the role of the Duke's eldest son's bodyguard.

He was very strong, but the Duke's second son brought back two people who were no weaker than him, and the White Lion Heart was tricked and taken away. Now he can only hide in this cellar with the Duke's eldest son and eke out a living.

How many people left?

A burly man carrying a greatsword walked over upon hearing this.

He was none other than Byron, the long-lost leader of the Skywalker Mercenary Group.

Of the eight people in the cellar, three were captains of the Skywalker mercenaries.

"Three thousand people."

Andu replied.

So many have left?

Byron's face lit up with joy.

"How many guards are left in Silver City?" he asked.

“Less than four thousand,” Andu replied.

What's happening outside?

In the middle of the cellar, the Duke's eldest son, Leo, spoke up.

Andu shook his head.

His perception magic can only detect signs of life, not sounds.

“Whatever happened, this is a good opportunity. Let’s break out tonight,” Byron said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

He was really bored after spending several days in that cellar.

He is now very worried about the safety of his little ones.

"Young Master Leo, shall we break through?"

"The silver-armored knight standing beside Leo asked."

Of the eight people in the cellar, including Leo, the weakest was at least at the fifth rank.

Now, nearly half of Silver City's guards have left, and many of the remaining guards are people who have been deceived by the Duke's second son.

If Leo were to show his face, he could deter these guards for a short period of time.

Most of the reinforcements brought by the Duke's second son left Thorn Territory, and the rest dispersed.

With all eight of them making a desperate breakout, there is a high chance they will escape Silver City.

All eyes were on Leo, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Wait a minute."

Leo paused for a moment, then spoke.

It's still unclear where these guards have been reassigned. If it's a trap set by the other side to lure them out, rushing out would be suicide.

"Hey."

Upon hearing Leo's decision, an anxious Byron sighed helplessly.

……

The dawn pierced the magical barrier suspended in the sky, pouring seven-colored light onto the crystal spires.

The magical city of Moragun has three entrances, each facing one of the three neighboring kingdoms.

"Do you have proof of being a mage?"

At this moment, in front of the entrance to the magical capital's barrier in the direction of the Lionheart Kingdom, an orange-haired girl wearing an arcane academy silver-blue uniform and a witch's hat was lazily propping her cheek up and looking at the plain-looking middle-aged man in front of her, asking a question.

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Do you have any letters of recommendation?

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Upon hearing this, the orange-haired girl looked the middle-aged man up and down—he didn't even have a magic wand.

"Excuse me, sir, the Land of Magic does not accept non-magicians," the orange-haired woman said calmly.

"I am a mage." The middle-aged man smiled and raised his hand, releasing considerable magical power.

"If you're a mage, why don't you take the mage certification exam?" The orange-haired girl pouted and waved her hand to shoo him away, saying, "Go take the mage certification exam and come back in a few days."

“I’ve heard that the City of Magic is a direct entry point,” the middle-aged man said.

The magician exam was held once a week, which was too much of a waste of time, so he had no intention of taking it.

“It’s possible to go straight in, but that would require at least sixth-tier magic,” the orange-haired girl looked up and teased, “Do you know any?”

“I will,” the middle-aged man nodded.

"real or fake?"

The orange-haired girl stood up in surprise.

"It doesn't look like it; there's not even a wand."

She muttered to herself, circled the middle-aged man once, and asked earnestly, "You really know sixth-tier magic?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"wait."

The orange-haired girl returned to the registration desk and took out a crystal ball from under the counter.

"Please put your hand up here and then activate the sixth-order magic circuit."