Cohen Kingdom.
Royal Capital.
Nearly ten days have passed since the Evil God crisis.
All kinds of information have already spread throughout the country.
This information is being rapidly transmitted to other countries, even overseas.
And in this capital.
In this kingdom’s capital, where the event was personally experienced.
The atmosphere is no longer as gloomy as it was before.
The faces of the city residents are once again overflowing with smiles, and their worries about the future and dissatisfaction with the large-scale loss of territory are starting to dissipate.
"Did you hear?"
"I heard."
"You heard too!" said the woman with a basket of vegetables, sowhat excitedly.
She happily said, "News from the front says that Prince Lawrence has led the army to recover half of the fallen territories.
He acted together with so... Night Watchers and church mbers."
"Ah? Not those other country’s armies? My son works at the port, he said there are many armies from other races, and quite a few elves," said the woman chatting with her.
"No, no, by the ti they went over, half of the territory had already been reclaid by the Prince.
Sure enough, Prince Lawrence is braver and more courageous."
The woman with the basket said.
The nearby woman strongly agreed with these words, nodding her head.
"That’s right; previously, Prince Lawrence also repaired so hos for poor families over there."
It’s not just here.
The entire city is talking about various pieces of information in the streets and alleys.
These ssages have largely lost their true content through wide circulation, filled with more imagined information.
"The King has issued an announcent!"
Soone shouted loudly.
The surrounding people listened and imdiately ran to the place where the bulletin board was.
Soon, the area around the bulletin board on a broad street was crowded with people.
"Don’t rush; you’ll crush my vegetables!"
"Who’s touching my butt! See if I don’t break your hand!"
"My shoe, don’t squeeze!"
"..."
The whole area was sowhat chaotic.
Nearby, a guard knocked on the shield in his hand.
A person who looked like an ordinary official coughed.
This made the surrounding people quiet down considerably, looking up at the man.
"Citizens of the Kingdom, quiet down.
Now, let inform you of the situation at the front line...
In summary, the Third Prince has already led the army to reclaim half of the territory, and the following war will have more support from soldiers from other countries.
We must also thank the efforts of the Holy Light Church, and of course, the Night Watcher..."
He rambled on.
The civilians below listened from ti to ti, occasionally asking questions.
Those who shouted loudly were quickly silenced by angry stares from others.
When the announcent was finished, the residents who received the good news cheered enthusiastically.
Although they had heard various rumors from different sources earlier, none of these were concretely confird, and they couldn’t be sure themselves.
Now that the Royal Palace has given a definite reply, how could they not be happy?
Throughout the past year, various negative information has already brought their emotions to an extre low.
anwhile, in the nobles’ mansions.
It’s a different scene entirely.
From within a luxurious room, the sound of crashing resounded.
And more angry roars emanated from inside.
"Those fools, what are they trying to do?! What the hell are they doing!!"
The noble dressed in luxurious clothing roared angrily, but no one could answer his questions.
Surrounding butlers and servants could only hide nearby, trembling and bowing their heads low.
At this mont, a voice ca from outside.
"Master, Count Budelte is here."
The noble venting his anger heard this, regained his composure, and forced himself to suppress his fury.
"Bring him to the drawing room, I’ll change and be right there."
In the drawing room.
An elderly noble looking more amiable sat on the sofa, sipping tea from his cup.
"Dutel, it seems you haven’t had an easy ti these days either," Count Budelte said calmly as he savored his tea.
The high-ranking noble called Dutel walked over to the sofa, drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, and sank into the sofa.
He let out a deep sigh.
"This ti, it won’t be easy to get through. How much must we lose to suppress others’ anger? It is unimaginable."
At this, he got a little angry again, but eventually, he suppressed it.
Budelte sat opposite, looking at him.
"What kind of price do you think we will pay?"
Dutel rubbed his brows.
Recalling this crisis in his mind.
At the root, the crisis faced by the nobles this ti stemd from their close association with the Church of the Evil God.
During the recent Evil God crisis in several cities, there were even noble cultists.
This included children of high-ranking nobles, including his own second son.
Even so noble knights were among them.
Many people saw firsthand that the mutated corpses could still be identified to which nobles they once belonged from their appearance.
The number of these nobles was not just one or two, but dozens, even hundreds.
Many servants from these noble families were among them too.
In this case, the crisis brought by the Evil God was almost tightly bound to the nobility.
The most terrifying problem lay in the leadership interests of the noble group.
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