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A dark basement.

Carlo was still cursing his former colleague in front of him with some resentment.

"An empty knight's title, a lord's identity who leeches off others... is that enough for you to betray us all and send us to our deaths?"

Carlo's voice carried a deep weariness and an incomprehensible confusion.

These so-called noble lords are clearly at their last gasp, so why would there be fools who would defect from their side?
The promises they made were so empty and powerless; he was just a knight-errant after all.

Didn't they kill one themselves last week?

Those high and mighty lords, faced with their current military strength and their sheer numbers, were now being overwhelmed.

They were completely powerless to fight back.

No longer can I wield my sword to bully them, so why betray them because of this identity?
Carlo couldn't understand.

“Bell, have you forgotten why we’ve gathered here? Have you forgotten what the Night’s Watch told us: that all intelligent life is created equal, and that dignity should not be determined by so-called noble bloodlines?”

This narrative, which has persisted for thousands of years, should have been broken long ago.

Previously, they might not have had access to the power of knights or magic, and therefore had no chance of resistance whatsoever.
Now, they can gain power simply by making an oath and promising to fight for their world and their home.

What is the point of this so-called noble bloodline?
Bell held his head high, his eyes gleaming, but his longing for his former "glory" overwhelmed everything: "Stop giving me that high-sounding lecture! I only want what I deserve!"

"The king will praise my glory, and the lord will place his sword on my shoulder, proclaiming my honor!"

Carlo did not try to persuade him again.

He could no longer understand the other person's thought process; the other person's so-called glory was meaningless to him.

Because it's not some damned glory at all.

why?
Everyone has already done so much, yet they choose to turn against each other at this crucial moment.

He sighed.

With lightning speed, before Bell could react, a precise chop to the side of his neck was delivered.

Bell groaned and collapsed to the ground.

"The knight you speak of is not even as good as you."

Muttering to himself, Carlo sighed again.

Carlo found a rope, tied the unconscious Bell tightly, gagged him, and dragged him to an abandoned storage room in the deepest part of the basement, where he locked him up.

He looked at the traitor curled up on the ground and muttered to himself, more like a promise to himself.

"I won't kill you. Once we succeed, I'll release you. Open your eyes wide and see for yourself: without noble lords, can we 'peasants' even live a decent life? Can we even manage our own homes and lands?"

After locking the door, Carlo took a deep breath.

Suppressing the heaviness in my heart, I quickly left the basement, which had already exposed its risks.

He needs to be moved immediately and others need to be notified to change the backup contact point.

An hour later, Carlo appeared in another slum in the city, in an equally inconspicuous dilapidated house.

The "meeting room" here is slightly better, with at least a rough wooden table and a few benches.

A larger kerosene lamp on the table illuminated the seven or eight people sitting around it.

They were the core leaders of various underground resistance groups in the capital, their expressions ranging from resolute and calm to still burning with anger.

Seated in the main seat was a middle-aged man dressed in faded night watch uniform.

However, there didn't seem to be any insignia on the uniform.

It's not unusual to see the Night's Watch's casual clothes as simple as everyday wear, as many civilians have noticed that the designs are very practical and comfortable.

It has already become popular all over the world.

His face was ordinary, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and sharp, as if they could see through their thoughts and ideas.

He is the "Guide," a member of the Night Watch deeply embedded in the complex network of the continent of Anvian.

They were responsible for guiding and coordinating these spontaneous resistance forces, providing information, strategic advice, and extremely limited resources, but never directly commanding them.

Just like its name.

It only points out the way forward; how to walk it, how to move forward, whether fast or slow, is up to them.

Carlo quickly reported on Bell's betrayal and how it was dealt with.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense, and angry whispers rang out.

"Damn traitor!"

"That almost ruined everything!"

"Carlo, you did the right thing. He should see it for himself!"

"Hey, don't be angry. We had one here a few days ago. Luckily someone found it, otherwise it would have caused more problems."

The "guide" raised his hand, signaling for quiet.

He looked at Carlo, his gaze steady.

“Carlo, that was handled well. Traitors are like festering sores; they need to be removed in time. Now, you seemed to still have some questions during the meeting just now?”

He was referring to the question Carlo hadn't fully asked before the large gathering ended, about why the capital of Ktyr was chosen as the starting point.

Carlo nodded, walked to the table, and pointed to another, more detailed map of the capital city of Ktyr and its surrounding area spread out on the table.

"Yes, 'Guide.' I understand the significance of lighting the fire at the place where the Night's Watch began."

"But the capital of Ktyr is, after all, the core of the kingdom, where noble forces are deeply entrenched and the garrison is the strongest."

"Is choosing this place as the first shot too risky? Why not start from an outer town, or somewhere where the Night's Watch has a deeper influence?"

The "guide's" finger slowly swept across the map, finally landing on the symbol representing the royal city.

“Carlo, your concerns are very real. But freedom is not something you beg for, much less something you pick on the weak.”

His voice was calm yet powerful.

"The capital of Kertiel is precisely the 'melting pot' on the continent of Anvion, where the old aristocratic rule appears to be the most solid, but in reality, it is the weakest and most fraught with contradictions!"

He surveyed the crowd, explaining in detail:

"First, the symbolic significance here is unparalleled."

"This place is the symbol of all the royal power and noble glory of the entire human kingdom."

There are historical reasons for this.

Keltier, the surname of the swordsman.

This place was once the location of the Elf's Sea Governor.

It was here that humanity's ancestors followed Ktyr, wielding their swords, seizing the opportune moment, and gathering their strength to liberate humanity from the oppression of the elves. They then formed a nation, distributed lands, and created the first generation of honorable nobles.

Although over time, Ktyr has been divided among various great nobles and dukes, and is now only a small piece of land.

But it remains an independent kingdom.

Although the surname Khedir no longer exists, kings and nobles of all nations take pride in having Khedir blood flowing in their veins.

This place was once the royal capital, and it remains so today.

Even the most ignorant peasant women in the countryside have heard of this place's great reputation and know of its glory.

Here, humans once stole their freedom from the elves.

Now they will also be here, seizing their own freedom.

"Firing the first shot here, destroying their heart, is far more impactful than winning ten battles on the periphery."

"It proclaims to the whole of Anvian, and even the whole world: the old order is not an unshakeable idol! It can instantly ignite the flame of hope for all the oppressed."

"Second, it exposes the contradictions in one place. The capital city is home to the most corrupt nobles, the most greedy bureaucrats, and the most elite yet most arrogant and corrupt army."

"At the same time, this place also has the largest number of citizens and civilians who are most oppressed and have long been dissatisfied and yearning for more status, as well as those low-ranking soldiers."

"Powers collide here like dry tinder and raging fire. A single spark can ignite long-accumulated energy. The more the nobles try to block and suppress, and the more they proclaim their noble lineage, the fuller the 'powder keg' becomes."

"Third, the defense is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. It is true that the garrison troops are well-equipped. However, they have been out of the game for a long time, the officers are addicted to pleasure, and the soldiers are mostly conscripted civilians, resulting in low morale."

"Their internal repression may be ruthless, but their fighting capacity is highly questionable when faced with organized, committed, and internal resistance. Moreover," he paused meaningfully, "we are not alone. There are already people in the garrison who are inclined to change their minds."

"Fourth, the Night's Watch's 'absence' advantage. Precisely because this is the core area that the nobles guard so closely and try so hard to exclude the Night's Watch, the Night's Watch's overt power is the weakest."

"The nobles will instinctively look outward for evidence of 'Night Watch incitement,' which in turn gives us room to develop and act from within."

“Our actions, in their eyes, are more like a ‘spontaneous riot by peasants,’ and they will underestimate us at first. By the time they realize that this is an organized and targeted operation, it may be too late.”

"Fifth, the breakthrough point to break the blockade. Once successful, we will directly sever the core of the most stubborn old forces in the Kingdom of Kertil, and even on the continent of Anvien."

"This will be the first and heaviest brick to smash the Iron Curtain of the old order across the entire continent! It will tear open an unhealable gap for the true return of the Night's Watch's influence and for the rebirth of the continent of Anvian."

The "guide" tapped his finger heavily on the royal city emblem, his gaze fixed intently on Carlo and the other leaders.

"This isn't the most dangerous place, Carlo. This is the most crucial rift—the one that allowed the old world to utter its first lament and the dawn of the new world to break through!"
"Only by igniting the spark here can we quickly create a prairie fire that will spread throughout Anvien and shake the entire Taliel!"

He picked up a rough earthenware cup and drank the slightly cool water inside in one gulp, as if he were drinking the strong liquor for a decisive battle.

"Three days later, in front of the royal palace of Ktyr, we will let those high and mighty gentlemen hear for the first time, truly and clearly, the roar from the molten lava underground! We will topple the first domino of this noble bloodline!"

In the dim light, all the leaders' eyes shone with an astonishing light, like the sharp edges of a quenched blade.

Carlo's last doubts vanished completely, leaving only a do-or-die determination burning fiercely in his chest.

……

The tower of the royal palace.

balcony.

A man and a woman, dressed in magnificent mage robes, stood here, looking down at the entire city from their elevated position.

Enjoying the city under the moonlight, I witnessed its history and beauty, which had been silent for hundreds of years.

The male monk raised his wine cup to the moon, then took a small sip.

I gently sniffed the air.

"Can you feel it, Bianca?"

"What?" Bianca asked in confusion, looking at her brother. She thought he had gone crazy again.

"The atmosphere was restless; the whole city was like a furnace, with coal burning fiercely beneath."

"It's like a boiler with the lid on, where the steam is boiling. As the steam boils, the lid keeps shaking, as if something is about to burst out."

As he spoke, he even changed his tone, as if he were singing opera.

"What's wrong with you now? Have you ruined your brain with your research? If you want to talk, talk properly, don't spout riddles here."

Hearing her brother's words, Bianca instinctively cursed back.

She'd really had enough.

This older brother is great in every way, except he's just too artistic; his artistic talent has completely taken over his mind.

"Sigh, Bianca, you're still so hot-tempered and not calm enough. You can't appreciate the charm and atmosphere in my words."

Seeing his sister's gloomy expression and her impending outburst, he immediately changed his way of speaking.

"Rebellion, the voice of freedom, is about to rise."

Upon hearing the words "rebellion" and "freedom," Bianca immediately understood.

"Here? Why would they choose this place as their target?"

Some people were already aware of the impending civilian rebellion.

Not all nobles are fools, nor are all nobles still immersed in their so-called past glory.

A powerful family needs the drive to move forward, the courage to cut its losses and survive, and the ability to make crucial choices at critical moments.

Not to mention monks like them.

Even if they are noble mages, it doesn't matter.

Although the continent of Tauriel was diverting attention.

Despite the invasion of the void, which was draining everyone's energy.

However, among adventurers, the widespread distribution of power, newspapers, short stories, and quick literacy spells.

These small changes brought about by the Night's Watch are subtly and imperceptibly altering something.

"Then I'd better leave here. Although I'd love to see the show, I have to say that our status and position are very likely to be targeted by the enraged civilians."

When people are numerous and powerful, and their anger is running high, it's not so easy for them to regain their rationality.

The Night's Watch has spread its power for so many years that some civilians are now quite powerful.

Although the two of them also gained data-driven power by taking the oath early on, they reached level ten.

If they were to bite an elephant to death, it would be a sign that they might use a spell that inflicts widespread damage in a fit of rage.

The watchmen hiding in the shadows won't be polite.

Not to mention the adventurers who secretly returned after receiving the news; these adventurers, who had just returned from the continent of Taril, were all bloodthirsty berserkers.

"Don't worry, we'll have a great viewing platform." (End of Chapter)