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From the aristocratic circles, to the wealthy merchants of St. Keller, to the slums...... This incident, which was enough to upend the dominance of the Clegg Horn family, fermented on the streets.

No matter how much Maysfield tried to ban the discussion, especially the people in the vicinity of the Empire's slave trading area, where the civilians who witnessed the spectacle spread rumors that had been adapted beyond recognition at the speed of light.

"Did you hear about that?" the news circulated in every tavern in the Water City as night fell.

Let me tell you, my cousin, who lives near the waterway, has witnessed tens of thousands of slaves fleeing along the icy water system to the floodway. It is said that someone bribed the guards to open the flood vent in the first place!" a drunkard was carrying a frothy ale, blowing cowhide in the noisy atmosphere of the tavern.

"What bought off the guards! It is said that it is not that simple. I heard from relatives who worked on errands in the Viscount's house that there was also the involvement of the nobles in this matter. It is inconceivable that the nobles would take part in the rescue of the slaves!" The drunkards at the other table quickly joined the conversation.

"Impossible!" exclaimed the drinkers in the tavern.

"That's not all!" said another, more well-informed drinker at the tavern's round table, "Do you know who is behind this?"

"Who?"

In the face of the big guy's question, the drinker put on a look of wanting to speak and stopped. It wasn't until someone called him a glass of the most expensive wine in the tavern that he lowered his voice and replied triumphantly to his wine companions who had gathered at his table.

"Zenas! Zenas Redcliffe! That's right! It's the first knight of the young generation of the empire in the last session, the knight model who was defeated by the silver dragon princess of the north!"

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People gasped.

Almost everyone looked incredulous, "Impossible, isn't that lord a model among the nobles? How could he do such a thing!"

"I'll see you in the gladiatorial arena with my own eyes, and there can be fakes!" the drinker suddenly showed an unhappy expression.

Someone immediately defended him, "He's right, your news is out of date, don't you know that Master Zenas killed his lord, and it is not surprising that he would free the slaves!"

So the drunken people immediately followed the topic of Zenas.

There are rumors about him that they can't even be said for three days and three nights.

Zenas was born into the Empire's historic but modest family of Radcliffe knights. It is said that at the time of his birth, the Redcliffe family was in decline. The family lived on a meager subsistence of a barren and cramped village.

Zenas had lived a very poor life since he was a child, and it was rumored that his family could not even put together a complete set of armor during the war.

But Zenas did not sink. He showed an astonishing talent in that embarrassing, even more unbearable childhood than the squires, and he had a natural ability to imitate and innovate martial arts, and he had a keen ability to discern and analyze the knowledge of battle formations more like instinct.

He came to prominence a decade earlier during the Southern War. At that time, the Empire's ancestors had a border conflict with the Helm Empire, and Zenas rose to prominence in that war, gaining the trust of his lord, defeating a powerful enemy in a disparity of strength, destroying the Helm Empire's food routes.

Since then, his fame has resounded throughout the Empire!

Later, Zenas successively studied martial arts under the guidance of several famous knights of the Empire, and combined them with innovation to create an extraordinary skill, and won the championship three times in the biennial Imperial Knight Competition, and was known as the first knight of the young generation.

It wasn't until the last Knight Tournament that he was defeated by the famous Northern Silver Dragon Princess, losing his invincible title.

Although he is no longer the first knight of the younger generation, for the people of the San Lorenzo Empire, Zenas is their true darling.

Unlike the Silver Dragon Princess Vivien Leigh, who came from the North and rose to prominence in the Northern War, the people of the San Lorenzo Empire considered Zenas to be their own.

It is even believed that Vivien Leigh can only win by relying on the golden holy sword with a dragon head, otherwise it is still between the two who will win the title of first knight.

So when the topic came to the former darling of the empire, the drunkards erupted into heated discussions.

"I can't agree with that!" retorted the drinker who claimed to have watched the finals, "Lord Zenas is very strong, but you haven't seen the finals! Not only that, but Her Royal Highness the princess is even immune to attacks, and can even appear dozens of meters away regardless of the distance!"

The drinker finally concluded, "I'm not saying that Lord Zenas is not powerful, but in terms of strength, to be honest, I'm afraid that Her Royal Highness the delicate princess is stronger......!

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a thud, and the tavernkeeper, draped in a towel, slammed the glass of wine on the small round table in front of him. The drinker looked at the spilled wine and suddenly showed a painful expression.

The stout boss wiped the sweat from his body and showed a worried expression, "Don't mention this, do you think this is a good thing? Tens of thousands of slaves fled the imperial capital, barely resisting in the process. Not only that, but the slaves have not been brought to justice until now. I wonder what the nobles of the imperial capital are thinking!"

There was silence for a moment, and someone replied, "That's not something we know. But, alas, to be honest, such an imperial capital makes me feel insecure in the slightest. Now they are still slaves and Zenas, if the Helm Empire comes, will the current Clegghorn family still be able to stop those elites?"

Even the drunken people had worried expressions at these words, and one of the drunkards poured a large sip of ale wine, wiped his mouth, and said, "Hey, don't think too much, even if the Helm Empire fights, aren't there still seven kings?

"I hope so......" sighed.

But they didn't know that the seven kings they were talking about had already had their own thoughts in mind.

Lawrence and Herbert chartered a restaurant at this time, and the rest of the Grand Dukes also had their own actions.

"Lawrence!" Herbert paced back and forth in the spacious private room of the restaurant, "wouldn't we be too cautious in this way? And, in case it is discovered by Maysfield......"

"No!" replied Lawrence, categorically, "Mesfield has no such leisure now, and even if he knew, what would he do? We have a banquet for the nobles, and do we have to report to him? And do you think that we are the only two of us who have done this? I am afraid that apart from His Highness Sylvia, the other Grand Dukes have long since stayed in the State Guesthouse. ”

"I know what you say. Herbert replied worriedly, "But I fear that the nobles will not dare to come." ”

"If you don't dare to come, you are not qualified to be our ally. Lawrence patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder, "Don't worry, really smart people must have realized how bad the situation is." It's time for us to make a choice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the box being pushed open.

Vivien Leigh greeted the visitors with Charlotte, Claire, Brent and others, all of whom were powerful nobles of the San Lorenzo Empire.

Lawrence smiled slightly, "Look, what did I just say?"

Herbert smiled with relief.