Man on the ark, forced to become king

Real trouble will soon emerge, and the already complex situation may become unpredictable as a result.

But, it doesn’t matter anymore.

With such an outstanding heir, who cares what others think?

The worst outcome would be to settle things with a sword, which is exactly what Marner excels at.

He can endure it for years, or he can choose to stop enduring it.

What truly binds him is not the so-called business association or anything else, but himself.

Moreover, the methods employed by the business association are limited to those few.

Unarmored Alliance?

A bunch of rats hiding in the gutter, if he wanted, even so-called black iron would turn into bones under the rain of light, so why bother?

……

"Pfft! Cough cough..."

The swirling dust swept by the hurricane, turning her neat white clothes dusty and grimy. Hinterlea coughed repeatedly, cursing under her breath, but she remained crouched with her head in her hands, not daring to move an inch.

As for her wounded colleagues who were blown away by the storm, she had no interest in them.

The answer is no, we're really not familiar with each other.

She was just a wage earner trying to make a living, and she didn't want to risk her life for that meager salary.

Although doing this might be a bit shameful, after being in the Unarmored Alliance for so long, she had long since figured it out.

Face? What's face worth!

Nothing is more important than her own life. No matter what punishment she might receive later, she will not provoke that terrifying woman now.

No matter how severe the punishment from the Unarmored Alliance is, it won't be fatal. But if that woman were to slash her with her sword now, she might not have a future, and she wouldn't even have the chance to be punished. Everyone knows what to choose.

She's a Platinum-level executive, and she's incredibly smart!

pat!

The black boots landed in front of her, startling Hinterlea so much that she trembled.

Shining glanced at the dust-filled street, then looked down at the white-clad girl beside him, who was trembling with her hands covering her head, and pondered for a moment.

This guy is quite timid, unlike those assassins.

Moreover, he seems to be a leader and should have some status?

In that case, instead of cutting it down with a sword, it would be better to take it back and hand it over to Margaret to deal with; perhaps it can still be put to some use.

Thinking this, she turned and took a step, her voice, tinged with a hint of coldness, drifting away in the still-settling wind.

"Follow."

"……Oh."

Hinterlea responded weakly, not daring to argue, and didn't even dare to brush the dust off her clothes. She quickly stood up and followed after him with small, quick steps.

She had a strong premonition that if she spoke too much or showed even the slightest lack of cooperation at this moment, she would definitely be cut down by this white-horned demon with a single sword strike!

Even with his back to her, she could feel his sharp aura constantly locking onto her.

In this situation, how could she dare to say no...

So be it, nothing else matters. Humiliation is nothing compared to my life.

On the bright side, the fact that she hasn't been killed means she still has value in the other party's eyes, so she should be fine for the time being.

Perhaps after a while, the Wuzha Alliance will send someone to redeem her?

After all, she holds the title of Platinum Elite; she can't just give it up like that...

Even if we are truly abandoned, it's not like there's no chance left.

As long as she doesn't die, maybe she can become a tainted witness or something and jump ship directly from the Unarmored Alliance?

That would be even better!

This guy is so strong, he doesn't hesitate to attack, and he obviously doesn't care much about the Wuzhou Alliance. If she switches to them, it would be like getting out of this sea of ​​suffering ahead of time. She has been thinking about this day for a long time!

Those despicable guys!

Xuan Tie had never seen them before, nor had she seen a single one of them. Those two wicked Qing Jins had pushed all the work onto her, making her do all the dirty and tiring tasks.

Not only is the salary low, but there are also no holidays!

Those people should all be hung on streetlights!

Thinking of the oppression she had suffered on a daily basis, Hinterlea felt a surge of resentment and quickened her pace.

If she really had the chance to cling to this seemingly powerful figure and escape the quagmire of endless overtime, she would definitely do it without hesitation!

Those evil exploiters... If it weren't for them, would she be in such a terrible situation?

She'd had enough of this kind of life!

What a crappy assassin organization! They're nothing but rats in the gutter, anyone can step on them. At most, they bully weaklings with no power or background. She's been staking out here for so long, and she hasn't seen a single reinforcement!

She couldn't stand staying in that cowardly, ragtag alliance for even a day longer!

Chapter 40: Marner: Has the Unarmored Alliance also fallen?

"Madam, would you like a drink?"

"Water is fine, thank you."

"Okay, many women don't want to enjoy this kind of thing. They think drinking alcohol is bad for their skin. Maybe you're the same?"

Vaughn shook the bottle in his hand, completely ignoring Shining's indifference. He took a glass of water and then poured a small glass of wine for everyone sitting around the table, even Platinum, who was sitting on the chair with only half her buttocks on it, got a glass.

The doors, windows, and walls of the bar facing the street were all destroyed in the aftermath of the battle. The raging wind made a mess of the interior furnishings and the valuable bottles on the liquor cabinet. However, Ward, the bar owner, was obviously not concerned about the economic losses. He didn't even glance at them before leading everyone into the living quarters at the back.

Perhaps the aftermath of the battle destroyed some of the wiring, leaving only one small light bulb in the living room that could still function properly, making the room somewhat dark.

However, nobody cared about any of that.

Although she said she was going home, back to the Linguang family manor, Margaret, who had been defeated in the battle, was not in a good state. The power of gold had activated her ancient bloodline, allowing her to achieve a leap in strength. This was enough to save her more than ten years of detours and allow her to obtain the power that she should have been able to master in the future.

The price is weakness after it ends.

The blessing silenced her, and through the golden power it brought, she briefly gained the strength to rival Marna in numbers. But it was ultimately just water without a source; once it was used up and dissipated, it was gone.

Without the replenishment of golden power, the consumption caused by forcibly activating the ancient bloodline was all fed back to her. It was expected that she would not be able to move flexibly for the next few hours, and even normal activities would require a short rest.

Therefore, Marner did not refuse Ward's invitation.

Although doing so might cause a lot of trouble for old acquaintances, for now, staying here is far better than the two of them running around on foot.

At least those who were drawn by the battle, whether official or unofficial, dared not easily set foot in this shop.

Although the knightly class may have lost its former glory, it is not a class that anyone can trample on. In this respect, Ward, who is only running an old bar on the surface, has enough deterrent power.

This has nothing to do with strength. Even a powerful business association would not clashed with someone who has close ties with a Grand Knight over trivial matters, as that would not be in their interest.

“I’m sorry, Vaughn, this time…”

Marner picked up his glass, bowed slightly, and then put it back down.

He was always perceived as a rigid and serious person who rarely apologized, but this time the trouble was indeed quite serious, and he couldn't remain indifferent.

“This is not a big deal for me, you know, Marner, this is all I can do now.”

Vaughn sighed and hesitated, "Should I call Russell?"

"Thank you, but no need. It was my fault this time. I won't involve you in anything else. I can handle it."

Marner shook his head in refusal, his gaze falling on his silent niece, a rare complex expression appearing on his face.

"Margaret, tell me, what exactly do you want?"

“I don’t want to hear stupid things like saving Kazimierz right now from your mouth. You should know that’s impossible.”

"..."

Margaret opened her mouth, then gave a wry smile.

Her uncle knew her too well; she really meant to say that. The purpose of her return was to change the current situation in Kazimierz.

Her uncle felt that she had done something right. In the face of the power of the entire nation, an individual is insignificant. One or two strong people cannot change or solve the problem, not to mention that she is not that strong.

However, she really had reasons to do so.

The Golden Tree has already started the war, and their army will not stop. Getting this mission is already an unexpected surprise, and she must do it no matter what.

Moreover, it can only be her.

If she fails or is unable to do it, no other Kazimierz will be able to do it. Next time, Kazimierz will face those terrifyingly powerful individuals from the Golden Tree.

Would those people use gentler methods out of concern for casualties?

No, war will inevitably break out on this land at that time.

War can shatter everything, and Kazimir might even be destroyed.

“…I’m sorry, Uncle Manner, I have to do this, I can’t wait any longer.”