In the royal capital, a grand court banquet is being held in the luxurious and exquisite royal palace, and the richly dressed nobles hold transparent glass wine glasses in their hands, passing among the young maids and beautiful noblewomen, tasting delicious food, and their faces are full of flattery or smug smiles.

The two protagonists of the banquet are naturally the two princes of [Hadratta] who are surrounded by everyone - Harold and Hatar, which also makes the originally lively banquet a little more tense.

On the throne of the palace, Bazel, the monarch of the Hadrata Kingdom, was left aside, but he didn't seem to care about the offense of the nobles, and indifferently watched the dispute between the two princes in the audience, as if he was watching a boring drama.

Just as the banquet was gradually reaching its climax, the door of the hall was suddenly opened.

Just like an inexplicable disgusting maggot on a delicious delicacy, hearing this incomparably presumptuous push on the door, the nobles present all turned their heads to the door, wanting to see who was so bold.

Breaking in was a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and a delicate garment covered in dust and mud that contrasted sharply with the crowd in the banquet hall

The guards guarding the doorway were struggling to drag him out......

"Earl Joyce, what's wrong with you?" The eldest prince Harold walked forward quickly and said with an unswerving expression.

Joyce was one of his supporters, not only was he absent from the banquet today, but he also broke in in disheveled clothes at the critical moment of the banquet, without the slightest aristocratic demeanor, which can be said to have thrown himself into disgrace.

"Your Royal Highness, Mine Slave...... Those miners are crazy!" Joyce's dusty hands clutched Harold's cuffs, tearfully accusing the damned miners of how they had suddenly broken into his territory to burn and loot, so that his castle and manor had been taken by them.

Listening to Joyce's words, the nobles almost burst out laughing.

Before, they looked at Joyce's embarrassed appearance, and thought that those vicious evil god believers jumped out to make trouble again, and it turned out to be just a group of miners' ***?

Of course, that's not to say that similar things are rare.

In fact, on the contrary, miners*** are a common thing in the kingdom of Hadrata.

Once these lowly poor people have had enough to eat and have the strength, they will begin to be dissatisfied with the status quo, knowing that every slave has been paid for by them, and that it is their job to dig ore.

However, the miners were a rabble no matter how numerous they were, and it usually only took a few volleys of a hundred or so guards armed with crossbow arrows to disperse in a hurry, as ridiculous as a horde of rodents trying to provoke the fire lions.

"This time...... This time it's different!" Joyce said in a hurried tone.

"What's the difference? Earl Joyce? Can those miners still fly into the sky and shoot arrows at you?" Hattar asked with a sneer.

"Not only did they take my castle, but they also destroyed churches and smashed statues of goddesses...... Joyce said with a trembling voice.

The banquet hall, which was originally full of laughter, immediately became extremely quiet, and the falling needles could be heard, and it was not a case of a nobleman who was killed by *** miners in the past, but it was the first time that the church and the statue of the goddess were attacked.

"How dare they!" "Crazy, just crazy!"

"These damned blasphemers!" An archbishop almost fainted on the spot after hearing the news, how dare these lowly mine slaves blaspheme!

"Are you sure they're just a bunch of miners?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out, and it was Cardinal Ansuk who spoke.

The nobles gathered around Joyce immediately dispersed, and the burly Amsik, dressed in red and gold robes, walked in through the gap in the crowd, and he stood there like a towering mountain, making everyone present feel a great sense of oppression.

Each county was guarded by at least one bishop and several priests, plus the thousands of soldiers guarding the castle

A group of *** miners is not enough to take it down, and destroying the statue of the goddess is not something that a miner would do.

"I'm not sure, Lord Amsuk, but I've seen only the miners." Joyce replied hesitantly.

Before he received news that a group of *** mine slaves had captured one of his baronies and killed Baron York, Joyce naturally couldn't tolerate it, so he summoned a thousand-man guard and personally went out to prepare to suppress ***!

As a result, the damned mine slaves don't talk about martial arts at all, they come and go like the wind, they are elusive, poisoning, digging traps, and engaging in internal affairs, and they don't give themselves a chance to fight at all.

His guards were led into traps by the miners, where they died under falling rocks and spikes in the pit.

Joyce was about to return to the castle and gather his army to fight again, only to find that the shameless miners had taken possession of his castle and almost fell into an ambush on the way back......

Joyce, who had palpitations, could only run to the royal capital to ask for help in disgrace, and he also found out a piece of news.

After conquering the Barony of York, the leading miner named Raeder gave all the money and land of the Baron of York to the poor people of the land, and also captured the local church and killed the local priest.

As for what is happening in the county now, Joyce doesn't know yet, but it is estimated that the end will not be too good......

After Joyce told everything again, the hearts of all the nobles swelled up with anger and a little fear, and the Grand Duke of Rickman roared angrily to immediately send a large army to kill those lowly mine slaves, and there were several large mines in his territory, so naturally he would not allow such a thing to happen.

"These blasphemers will be punished and will be condemned to eternal purgatory!" Amsulk spoke in a deep voice, and then turned to look at King Bazel, who had sat on the throne and had not yet spoken a word.

"Your Majesty, I heard that you have been hesitating about the appointment of the crown prince recently, and now this mine slave *** affecting the southeast of the kingdom is the best opportunity for the two princes to show their abilities, so as to decide who will be the next crown prince, how?"

Ansik's words were immediately approved by the nobles, and they echoed them one after another.

King Bazel watched the cries of the nobles and clergy rise and fall, and replied for a long time. "Yes!"