Trample... Trample...

In the dimly lit hallway, footsteps came from far and near, and finally stopped in front of a small low door.

"Squeak!"

The sound of the door opening was heard far through the hallway, and the low-dim yellow light inside carried the outline of the door, and soon closed behind the man, and the entire hallway fell silent again.

"Lucas, you're here. ”

The room was so small that there was nowhere to stand, a simple bed, a bucket with toiletries, plus the desk in front of the window and the figure of writing in front of the desk, that was all there was to the room, and even if he didn't look up, the person at the desk seemed to know who it was.

"Yes, teacher. ”

The man took off the high-brimmed hat on his head and placed it gently beside the bed, as if he was afraid of disturbing the thoughts of the man at the table, and even the sound of breathing slowed down a little.

"Hmm. ”

When he had finally finished writing a paragraph, the man at the desk put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and slowly moved his shoulders and neck, the light on the table illuminated his face clearly—sparse hair, a slightly messy short beard, nothing worthy of attention on his whole face, and the occasional flash of light in his eyes showed that he was not as mediocre as he looked.

"Is everyone ready?"

"It's all set. ”

The man named Lucas hurried to the table and replied respectfully, looking closely, this man was only in his twenties, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm when he looked at the teacher.

In his opinion, only a teacher can save this principality, which has been rotten to the extreme.

"All the standard weapons, goblin muskets, have been distributed to each combat unit, and our people have been installed in the protective circle in the palace, as long as our signal is sent, they can seize and close the circle as soon as possible. ”

"The props that shield the communication spar have been placed in various areas of the city, as long as the city gates are seized, it is completely guaranteed that the news will not be transmitted within a few days. ”

"And those miniature turrets that cost a lot of money......"

Saying that, a trace of pain flashed on the young man's face, the economic resources in the organization have not been very good, if it weren't for the secret support of a big financier who only the teacher knows, not to mention those miniature artillery that have been sold all over the continent openly and secretly, I'm afraid that the scale of the organization will not be half of what it is now, let alone buy weapons and equipment.

But at the thought of spending hundreds of thousands of gold coins to buy just a few miniature cannons, and spending extra gold coins to buy matching energy drives, Lucas's heart twitched, if that money could be saved, how many soldiers could be recruited for the organization, and how many equipment potions could be equipped!

"If you can buy a win with money, it's definitely worth it, Lucas. ”

As if he had seen through what the young man was thinking, the man behind the desk looked at him and said, "There are not enough people in the organization to deal with the strong men of the palace, and only those miniature cannons can solve it, and we must spend this money." ”

"And... You know, the excavators in the church have also set up a lot of protective magic in the church and the palace, and without these miniature cannons, we might not be able to break through their gates in ten days. ”

"Yes, teacher, I see. ”

Lucas hurriedly replied.

"Hmm. ”

The person behind the table nodded, got up from the chair, picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair and put it on his body, reached out and turned off the small lamp on the desk, and in the darkness, there seemed to be a few beams of morning light shining in from the window.

"Let's go. ”

"Ready to meet ...... The real dawn has arrived!"

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"Extra!!Extra!!"

"Really big news!!Big news!!You only need ten copper!!You can see the most exciting big news!!"

In the newspaper office of the farm on the outskirts of the city, I don't know how many workers worked all night to sell the newspaper of the day throughout the Pust Business Union, but the boss of every newspaper office, after seeing the front page news of the day, ordered his workers to print more, print more, print again!

"Aslan Kingdom, I haven't heard much of this name!"

"Oh, it's the one who reluctantly turned his duchy title into a kingdom by relying on the archduke to give gifts to the archbishop of that area! It is said that the gifts given by the king of that country to the archbishop are worth tens of millions of gold coins! I don't know how many people have been exploited!"

"Huh... I've also heard that the religious tax levied in the Aslan Kingdom is the highest in the entire continent!"

"No wonder, no wonder!!"

"The whole palace and all the churches are flattened!"

In the three years since the end of the war between the Holy See of Light and the Mage Guild, the entire continent seems to have fallen into an eerie calm, not to mention what kind of war, even the dark forces of the Dark Sanctuary that jump out from time to time are like the yellow flower girl who has not yet come out of the cabinet.

In this case, it suddenly broke out that there was a kingdom and the royal family was overthrown by the people, and this kind of explosive news simply made these boring masses of the Pust Business Alliance so excited that they couldn't sleep!

Not only that, but the subsequent development of this incident also made many people on the road almost explode in an instant.

Just after the Holy See of Light received the news that one of its faithful younger brothers had been overthrown by those mobs, it decisively excluded an army composed of Guardian Knights and Priests of the Divine Order to help quell the rebellion, but just halfway through, it received another message-

After the change of heaven and earth, the kingdom of Aslan, after overthrowing the rule of a tyrant, decisively threw itself into the arms of a large country adjacent to its own land, and it was announced that it would become a southern province of that great power, and even the name Aslan was completely abandoned and renamed the province of Kulora.

And the name of the great power that unabashedly accepted the territory of this province is called the Harran Empire, the behemoth entrenched in the north of the continent.

In this way, the Bright Holy See army, which had already reached the halfway point, was completely embarrassed, and after several days of entanglement between maintaining the authority of the Holy See and ensuring peace on the mainland, it finally received an order from the Holy Mountain and returned home with a sigh of relief.

Nonsense, just such a little person, in that Asra Kingdom, he may still be able to be a powerful and hegemonic, but in front of the Harran Empire, it is a little brother who can be pinched to death with a pinch, and then sent to death is mentally retarded.

Then, the incident became a joke for the Holy See of Light, and with the help of those bards and newspapers, it spread throughout the continent.

Of course, almost no one knows that whether it is the rebellion of the Aslan Kingdom or the stirring up of this matter throughout the continent, there is the same black hand behind it.

No, it shouldn't be said to be the black hand, it should be said to be the black fist, after all, the fist is their symbol.