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Although they have successfully awakened, these people still need to have certain merits before they can be canonized as knights. This is what Charlotte and Jarrod said about the squire knights to be canonized.

"Remember, don't interfere with the work of the new county magistrate. Without my order, you are only responsible for guarding against foreign enemies. Even if the city is flooded with blood, you should not care about any internal affairs of Ambratu." Charlotte reminded again.

"Yes."

Although he didn't understand what Charlotte meant, Jarrod accepted the appointment.

Not long after Jarrod Garcia left, someone knocked on Charlotte's study door again.

"Come in," Charlotte said.

Cecilia pushed the door open.

"What's going on?" Charlotte asked.

"There are two things," Cecilia said. "The first is that the city-state of Sasini has sent an envoy who wants to discuss cooperation with you."

"Oh?" Charlotte laughed. "After waiting for so long, they finally sent someone. I thought Eric's lobbying of the little Sassini elder had failed."

"Do you really want to provide some financial assistance to the little city-state of Sasini?" Cecilia asked hesitantly.

"Of course." Charlotte nodded simply.

"But we are not well off ourselves..." Cecilia frowned.

"Don't be too stingy. When fishing, you always have to prepare some bait." Charlotte said with a smile.

"Okay, your will." Since Charlotte said so, Cecilia had no choice but to obey. "The second thing is... a princess has sent you a gift."

Cecilia looked at Charlotte a little oddly.

"Which princess?" Charlotte couldn't remember for a moment.

"Her Highness Lena Hollowen, the princess of the Kingdom of Cato," Cecilia said.

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Volume 132: Chapter 120 Chapter The Dying City-State

"It's Lena!"

Charlotte suddenly realized and remembered that she had asked Lena for a mentor from the candy faction.

The Candy Faction has a special way of practice - eating candy. However, this candy is not ordinary rock sugar or maltose. Instead, it is a sweet-tasting pill made from a variety of rare medicines and extraordinary materials based on the practitioner's physical condition, growth stage, and living environment.

Since those who practice the Candy Faction are generally young ladies or wives of great noble families, you cannot expect these nobles who originally chose the Candy Faction out of laziness or for fun to research and prepare those complicated pills by themselves, so supporting a Candy Faction mentor has become the choice of many great noble families.

These mentors are generally women with good qualifications from commoner families. They are responsible for guiding the studies of the young ladies and ladies, as well as preparing sugar pills. Sometimes they are also responsible for taking care of the daily life of the nobles, and teaching them etiquette, literature and art knowledge.

Compared to the lofty mentors of other supernatural factions, these women are more like special personal maids rather than mentors.

"Lena's gift is from me." Charlotte said with a smile.

"Give it to me?" Cecilia pointed at her nose in surprise.

"Yes." Charlotte nodded confidently.

Charlotte had asked Cecilia to try many kinds of spiritual awakening rituals of the extraordinary factions, including the Royal Griffin Knights, the Citizens, the Kanoba, and even the Undead... but they all failed without exception. So Charlotte had to turn her attention to the Candy Faction.

Although from any perspective, the Candy Faction is like a small white flower adorning the steel armor called the "Supernatural System", which looks good but is not practical, and the price is very expensive. But it has its own advantages, such as low threshold for practice and simple practice methods, which is very suitable for people with poor qualifications like Cecilia.

However, Cecilia's face gradually turned red: "I, I don't want that kind of gift!"

"Huh? Why? I asked Lena specifically for you?" Charlotte said, tilting her head.

"You actually told Her Royal Highness the Princess that you asked for it for me?" Cecilia asked in shock.

"Yeah." Charlotte nodded again.

"Why did you say you wanted it for me?"

"I wanted it for you, didn't I?"

"You obviously wanted it for yourself!"

"I don't need it. What I need is you."

"Nonsense, I'm not like you!"

"Someone like me? What's wrong with me?"

Charlotte was confused until she saw the gift Lena sent her. Then she understood why Cecilia reacted so strongly.

What Lena sent was not just an ordinary tutor or maid, but a charming and lovely little vixen.

A graceful figure, milky skin, twinkling blue eyes, long golden hair, fox-like ears, and a big fluffy tail.

The beauty with extraordinary beauty was enough to captivate people just by sitting there, not to mention that she was wearing a thin gauze dress that almost showed her flesh color. She looked like a delicious dish that had been carefully cooked, served on a plate, and served to the lips.

"Your Excellency, this is a letter from the princess." The little fox respectfully handed Charlotte an envelope with flowers painted in gold thread.

Charlotte opened the envelope and took out a handwritten letter from Lena. In the letter, Lena introduced Charlotte that the little fox in front of her was named Coco Stello, and had a certain amount of orc blood. When Lena was a child, she saw a slave girl giving birth in a forest during a spring outing and hunting, and picked up the newborn Coco. Since then, Coco has been raised by her on her own estate. Lena assured Charlotte that Coco had not been touched by a man since she was born, and she originally wanted to keep it for her own enjoyment. If it weren't for Charlotte, she would never be willing to give this little fox away.

Charlotte recalled that when she said to Lena, "I have a friend who needs a mentor from the Candy Faction," Lena had an expression of "I understand." Charlotte didn't know what Lena understood at the time, but now Charlotte understands.

Lena talked a lot in the letter, sharing with Charlotte the various unique ways of playing and wonderful experiences when making love with a girl with orc blood - it was obvious that Lena had more than one little fox on her manor, but she didn't say whether this girl named Coco Stello knew about the candy faction.

"I need a mentor from the Candy Faction, but Lena didn't provide any information about this in her letter." Charlotte put away the letter and asked, "Can you do it?"

Coco said nervously, "Well... I have never been a mentor, but I am a three-winged warlock of the Candy Faction, and I have carefully studied the configuration methods and applicable situations of most pills. Her Royal Highness the Princess said that I am now qualified to be a mentor."

"That's all." Charlotte nodded and said to Cecilia, "This is the instructor I asked Lena for to teach you how to practice the Candy Faction."

Cecilia opened her eyes wide in surprise, realizing that she had misunderstood Charlotte. She lowered her head embarrassedly and wanted to apologize to Charlotte.

However, at this moment, Coco said shyly: "If the Viscount needs bed service, I have also learned a little bit..."

Charlotte's eyes lit up: "What have you learned?"

Cecilia felt that there was no need to apologize.

Sokya Peninsula, Dorrucocha city-state.

Balotelli survived the brutal Battle of Dorrucocha mainly because he stayed with a citizen of Dorrucocha instead of the Bataan Citizens on the night of the second ambush. He hid in the cellar of the citizen's house as soon as the night attack occurred and did not come out until Charlotte led his troops to retreat.

After the war, Balotelli counted the damage and was saddened to discover that of the fourteen elders of the Dorucocha Elders' House before the war, only three survived.

This was largely "thanks to" Charlotte's fire that almost burned down the outer wall of the Elders' House. When the war broke out, the elders of Dorukocha habitually took their families to hide in the sturdy Elders' House, hoping to hold out and wait for help. As a result, they were all roasted to a crisp by Charlotte's fire.

In addition to Balotelli, the other two surviving elders were not in Dorucocha when the war broke out. One elder was leading the Dorucocha citizen militia as a general on the front line of the Aiye Alliance and was on his way back. The other elder went to the countryside to collect taxes and returned only after confirming that the war was over.

Balotelli did not blame the elder who went to collect taxes for being afraid of death. After all, he only had a few tax collectors around him. Even if he rushed back as soon as possible, he could not change the situation of the battle.

"Samuel, how is the election of elders going?"

Samuel was the name of the elder who went to collect taxes. Balotelli asked him as soon as he met him in the morning.

Although the pain of war has not yet been healed, life must go on and the city-state must be rebuilt.

What Charlotte left behind for the Dorukocha people was a mess. The public treasury was looted, several large holes were smashed in the city walls, and countless buildings in the city were burned and collapsed... Balotelli had no idea where to start the reconstruction. After much thought, he decided to rebuild the Council of Elders first - to fill in the number of elders first, so that more people could pool their wisdom and discuss the reconstruction plan.

Balotelli is ten years older than Samuel and has faced invaders from the Viscount of Lanwan. Naturally, Samuel had no doubts about what he said.

However, when they actually started the operation, Balotelli and Samuel found that things were not that simple.

"It's still the same, Mr Balotelli. There are few votes in the ballot box and no one has volunteered to run."

Samuel said with a wry smile.

The citizens of Dorucocha, who used to love voting and participating in politics, actually don’t vote!

At first, Balotelli had notices posted all over the city, announcing the convening of a citizens' assembly to elect eleven new elders.

Balotelli and Samuel stood in the Civic Square in front of the Presbyterian Church and waited for a whole day, but only a dozen citizens came.

Balotelli and Samuel were very angry and caught some citizens to ask them why they did not attend the Citizens' Assembly and condemned them for not fulfilling their civic obligations.

However, the citizens looked even worse than them and replied stiffly: "I don't want to go to any Civic Square!"

Balotelli and Samuel were confused and asked people to investigate the streets and alleys. Only then did they know what Charlotte did in the Civic Square. The citizens of Dorucocha were forced to vote to death. Their compatriots, their neighbors, their comrades, their friends...

It had only been a few days since the referendum, and their souls were still bleeding. The citizens of Dorucocha did not want to recall that nightmarish memory at all. When they heard that everyone was going to meet and vote again, they instinctively resisted.

Balotelli and Samuel didn't know what to say, but no matter what, the elders had to be elected. So they set up some ballot boxes in the citizens' residential areas, hoping that the citizens could vote for their favorite elders without having to gather publicly.

But it was of no avail. Samuel went to collect the ballots from the ballot boxes this morning, but 70% of them were empty, and the remaining 30% only had a few ballots.

"Devil, devil, she is a devil!" Balotelli murmured.

Samuel naturally knew who Balotelli was talking about, but he didn't know how to persuade Balotelli, because Viscount Lanwan's methods also made him feel chilled to the bone.

Just as the two were looking at each other, a servant ran in hurriedly.

"Elder Balotelli, Elder Samuel, the envoy of Viscount Lanwan is here!" said the servant.

"The envoy of Viscount Lanwan?" The two men felt a pang in their hearts, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

A moment later, a gray-haired man was brought into the Elders' House. He bowed to Balotelli and Samuel and said, "Two respected Dorucocha elders, I am Jonathan Hackman, the diplomatic envoy of Viscount Lanwan."

"Mr. Hackman, what brings you here?" Balotelli asked with a cold face. In fact, under the table, he had involuntarily clenched his hands, and sweat kept coming out of his palms.

"I am following the orders of my master, Viscount Lanwan, to come and claim compensation from the city-state of Dorukocha!" Jonathan Hackman said straight to the point.

"Claim?" Samuel asked in surprise.

"Yes, I want a claim," Jonathan Hackman nodded and explained, "In the recent war, your city-state caused my master at least one million fusos in economic losses, including heavy casualties including dozens of knights, and she personally suffered mental and physical injuries that are difficult to recover. The Viscount requires your city-state to pay Viscount Lanwan two million fusos or eight million dirs in compensation within a time limit."

"Two million francsos!" Balotelli jumped up in shock. "Are you kidding me? You have already plundered the public treasury of Dorrucocha. How can we find two million francsos for you? Besides, it was Dorrucocha whose city wall was broken! It was Dorrucocha whose Senate was burned! It was Dorrucocha whose citizens were massacred! Why do you want us to pay compensation?"

“But it was you, Dorukocha, who intended to invade my master’s territory.” Jonathan Hackman said without changing his expression.

"We just want to start a war..." Balotelli argued.

"Intention to invade is invasion!" Jonathan Hackman remembered what Charlotte said to him before he set out, so his tone became more decisive, "When you had the idea of ​​invading Viscount Lanwan's territory, you had already made an unforgivable mistake!"

"Viscount Lanwan is too overbearing!" Balotelli said, "We can't accept such unreasonable compensation!"

Jonathan Hackman's face darkened. "If your city-state does not pay compensation, it may mean... the next war."

Samuel finally couldn't help but slammed the table and said, "War is war. Do you really think that we, the people of Dorukocha, are afraid of you? It's just a fight to the death. We, the Dorukocha citizen militia, have fought many such battles!"

Jonathan Hackman was beaten out of the Council of Elders with sticks, and then driven all the way out of the city-state of Dorucocha, attracting a lot of onlookers.

Balotelli and Samuel looked gloomy as they began to discuss how to deal with Viscount Lanwan's threat of war. Charlotte's combat power needed to be taken seriously, but the two also felt that the Dorukocha city-state might not be unable to fight Charlotte to the death.

Last time, Charlotte's victory was largely due to the surprise attack. Now, the scattered mercenaries of Dorukocha have returned in large numbers, and the expeditionary forces on the front line of the alliance have also been recalled. These troops are not weak when gathered together, and they still have the strength to fight.

However, before Balotelli and Samuel could come up with a conclusion, a guard came to report anxiously: "Two elders, something big has happened outside, you should go and take a look."

"whats the matter?"

“The citizens are running away!”

"What do you mean the citizens ran away?"

Balotelli and Samuel arrived at the city gate in confusion, and saw a long queue of carriages and horses. They were all citizens of Dorrucocha and their families preparing to leave the city.

Balotelli pulled out a young citizen and asked, “Where are you going?”

"There's going to be a war again, so of course we have to flee," said the young citizen.

"You are a citizen of the city-state. The war is about to begin. Instead of thinking about protecting our city-state, you are thinking about running away!" Balotelli said angrily.

The young citizen smiled sadly: "Of course I know I am a citizen. My father is also a citizen. He fought for the city-state all his life, but was voted to death by our city-state citizens. Who knows if I will be the next one!"

As he spoke, the young citizen turned his head and looked around. Several citizens beside him could not help but avoid his hateful gaze. However, when his eyes met someone's, he also lowered his head in shame.

Balotelli opened his mouth, but could not utter any words of persuasion. He suddenly realized that the citizens of Dorucocha were no longer a group that could trust each other and fight side by side. They had become a mob filled with restlessness, suspicion, and hatred.

"It's over, it's over," Balotelli said palely as he watched the crowds of people fleeing the war passing by him, "Our city-state is over..."

After Charlotte tortured his soul again and again, the real Dorukocha began to collapse.

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Volume 133: Chapter 121 Chapter What Happened in Elm Town

Recognizing the fact that the people of Dorrucocha were demoralized and no one wanted to fight, Balotelli immediately wanted to invite Viscount Lanwan's envoy back to discuss the issue of compensation. However, Jonathan Hackman had already gone far away.

Dorucocha is just the first stop of Jonathan Hackman's diplomatic mission. He will then go to Bataan, Carmela, Sudaman, and Coloro.

In the Council of Elders of the city-state of Bataan, Jonathan Hackman presented Charlotte's claim for two million fusos as usual.