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He looked down and saw Mandela kneeling at his feet. Her face was flushed, and he couldn't tell if she was angry or for some other reason.

Seeing Bai Ye looking down at her, Mandela's face seemed to turn even redder, and she said in despair:

"Yes, anything is fine, I don't care. As long as they can live, I'll let you do whatever you want."

Clearly, getting Mandela to say such things himself would be quite difficult. This guy has an exceptionally bad temper; he wouldn't easily submit, even to the point of death—he's practically a stubborn madman.

However, she would actually do something like this now.

Bai Ye seemed to know her weakness.

However, this doesn't seem to be of any use...?

"What a classic line, how come you're so skilled at it?" Bai Ye blinked. "Besides, I never said I wouldn't help you. Anyway, it's not like it's anything difficult."

"Gah—" Mandela's eyes widened. She was stunned for a moment, even forgetting to get up from the ground.

“I think your brain might have been damaged in the natural disaster… This isn’t like you, Mandela. I don’t think you were like this before.” Bai Ye was indeed quite puzzled. Although this guy used to be crazy, he seemed to be willing to fight to the death, not like this kneeling on the ground now.

“If you want to humiliate me, I can accept it… if that will satisfy you,” Mandela said softly. “But… I don’t want to watch my comrade die in front of me, especially because he was abandoned by the person I trusted most.”

"..." Bai Ye remained silent, seemingly understanding what had happened to Fei Lin in front of him.

After a moment, he stopped smiling and then nodded:

"I understand. Get up now, otherwise your subordinates might come after me first."

In fact, her Tara men were completely dumbfounded. They had never seen a commander like this before.

Mandela obediently stood up.

Bai Ye felt that this guy looked really awkward now, after all, he was used to the expression that the Philin sorcerer used to look at him from time to time, as if he wanted to bite a piece of flesh off him.

Yes, that's the kind of expression that makes you grit your teeth in hatred, yet you have no choice but to temporarily submit.

……

“It’s easy to help you leave. I’ve made some connections here in Lontinim. If you can’t leave for now, you can go back,” Bai Ye said.

Everyone, especially Mandela, had their eyes light up.

"But what are your plans next?" Bai Ye continued to press. "Do you want me to help you deliver this to Abrahana? Considering I've been taking care of her sister, I think she won't refuse my kindness."

“I don’t know…” Mandra didn’t show the usual joy upon hearing about her leader. She looked at Bai Ye blankly, seemingly lost in thought.

Then, she turned to look at the "spy" behind her.

Her old friend shook his head at her.

So she made up her mind.

"...No, I might...not be able to go back." She paused, then added uncertainly, "Maybe, for now, I can't go back?"

Bai Ye clicked his tongue and said:

"Tsk, this is quite troublesome. Well then, we'll just have to take you in for a while. Anyway, there's room in the core city. They already have a red dragon from Tara there, so adding the others won't be a problem."

Actually, with Abraham's sister in his grasp, Bai Ye wouldn't have trouble finding a chance to have a good chat with her and the Duke of Wellington. However, with Mandra added to the mix, it doesn't seem like there would be any problem.

At some point, the core city turned into a sanctuary for people with special identities, such as the incarnation of the Great Yan beast, the red dragon of Victoria, the lapis lazuli king of Kazimir, the former general of the Ursus Empire... and even temporarily accommodated visitors from other worlds.

It highlights the idea of ​​being inclusive and embracing all things.

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Mob

Mandra's kneeling and begging for mercy was quite unexpected for Bai Ye. He glanced at the Deep Pool troops behind Mandra, who looked at him as if they had seen Hoshiguma. They all wore expressions as if they knew the world was about to be destroyed.

Bai Ye couldn't help but laugh.

Then he looked at Mandela and said:

"Then stay close to me, I'll take you away from here first."

Bai Ye led Mandra and her Deep Pool Squad around the temporary defensive line that Sarkaz had set up inside the port. Fortunately, their location was not far from the city, so Bai Ye did not need to put in much effort.

However, the Sarkaz were a minor problem. What stood between them were the makeshift defensive structures erected by the enraged citizens of Lentinium. These were strongholds and obstacles made of bricks, sandbags, and wood. Meanwhile, the Lentinium people were continuously reinforcing these defenses to prevent the Sarkaz from breaching them.

Clearly, they were determined to trap the Sarkaz in their once-prosperous port and let them be crushed by the dukes' high-speed warships.

However, this defensive line also kept Bai Ye and his group outside. As they approached, they immediately attracted the attention of the guards.

They immediately picked up their weapons and aimed them at the white night outside.

“Relax, you're all too tense.” The weapons of the Londinium were almost aimed at Bai Ye's eyes, yet he didn't dodge, but instead met them head-on. Then, he slowly removed his hat, pointed to his head, and said:

"Do I look even slightly like a Sarkaz?"

“No matter what, you’re all out there. Who knows if you’re traitors who ran away with the Sarkaz? Go back now, or you might as well just die here,” the Londinium people inside shouted.

At the same time, some people also recognized Mandela and his group:

“These people…they are Tara! I saw them with my own eyes, mingling with the Sarkaz, guarding the North Gate and the prison!”

These words caused the crowd to erupt in commotion once again. Their gazes toward Bai Ye and the others were filled with hostility, and they could not suppress the rage for revenge in their hearts, as if they were about to rush up and tear them to pieces at any moment.

"enough!"

Bai Ye snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and then pressed down. Instantly, it was as if a pair of invisible giant hands swept past him, and everyone was thrown to the ground by the sudden gust of wind. At the same time, an incredibly terrifying pressure descended upon them, making it impossible for them to get up.

Compared to the past when he would simply summon pillars of air to crush the weak, the current White Night is much more merciful.

After all, he was a kind-hearted person in the past and couldn't bear to see others suffer, so he would send them on their way directly.

Seeing the people lying on the ground immediately attracted more attention, but they dared not move forward, crowding together noisily. This was because the Sarkaz were primarily focused on defending against the Duke's allied forces outside and hadn't noticed the situation here. Otherwise, with this loose formation, the Carrion King could easily have cut through them without even catching his breath.

"quiet!"

A still-childish yet incredibly resolute voice suddenly rang out. Whether it was the prestige of the voice's owner or the voice itself seemingly possessing some mysterious power, everyone instinctively fell silent.

Some people opened their mouths, but ultimately held their breath and made no sound.

The crowd gradually parted to the sides, making way for a small voice to emerge from within.

"This is Mr. Baiye, a friend of our Self-Rescue Army. He helped us break through the Sarkaz blockade, took care of the factory guards, and rescued us from prison!" the girl introduced to the crowd.

"He is our hero!"

The crowd cheered.

"Miss Clovisia, you really are here." Bai Ye looked at the girl in front of him, smiled, and took off his hat to greet her.

"...Mr. Baiye?!" Clearly, the girl hadn't expected the mysterious person who had suddenly appeared and helped them to be here now.

“Mr. White Night, what brings you here?” Dr. Kal’tsit’s messenger, Heidi, the secret agent who had been lurking in Londinium, also stepped out from the crowd.

Bai Ye lowered his hand, allowing the citizens of Lontinim who were lying on the ground to get up. Then he looked up at Clovisia, the commander of the Lontinim Citizens' Self-Salvation Army.

“Some of my friends were caught by the Sarkaz and the dukes at the gate because they were careless and didn’t leave the city in time. I think it shouldn’t be a problem to bring them in,” Bai Ye explained with a smile.

“Of course, no problem. You are our friend, and so are your friends. However… we can’t just move the defenses down like this right now.” Clovisia pointed somewhat helplessly to the obstacles blocking the passage.

“We can cross over.” Bai Ye paused for a moment, then continued, “However… I suggest you open this checkpoint and release the Sarkaz from the city as well.”

The moment Bai Ye finished speaking, it was as if a drop of water had been splashed into a pan of oil; the crowd that had been welcoming Bai Ye instantly erupted into chaos. Curses and shouts immediately drowned out Bai Ye.

Many others wore mocking expressions.

Clearly, everyone thought this guy had gone mad. Even Heidi looked puzzled. Only Clovisia looked at Bai Ye thoughtfully.

"Quiet!" Clovisia shouted again, gradually calming the angry crowd around her.

All eyes were focused on the strange man in front of them.

Clovisia also looked at Bai Ye:

"Why? We need a reason."

“Because I am saving you, you Lontinim people blinded by rage,” White Night said coldly.

"Think about it. What have you gained besides aimlessly venting your anger through revenge? Moreover, your revenge is also depleting your own strength. How many Lontinim have died in the Sarkaz's counterattack? How many people do you need to exchange for the life of one Sarkaz? It's not worth it."

No sooner had Bai Ye finished speaking than a citizen retorted:

"What do you know? Because of these Sarkaz, mothers have lost their children, children have lost their fathers, and countless families have been destroyed by them. Revenge is certainly worthwhile. This is our city, and we will wipe them all out and take back everything we have!"

This answer won their approval, and everyone echoed and cheered.

Bai Ye watched them coldly from the side until they gradually quieted down, then he let out a cold laugh:

"Everything about you?"

"Poor people, what do you still have? What will you have left?"

Chapter Seventy-Seven: What a Blasphemy!

Bai Ye looked at the angry, hungry ordinary citizens of Lentinium who had lost almost everything in this upheaval.

They originally had a peaceful and prosperous life, and compared to other people on this land who had suffered hardships, they were perhaps lucky enough.

However, this upheaval that swept through Victoria left them with nothing. They were the victims of this disaster, and also the most innocent people.

Bai Ye leaped onto the defensive line, stood atop it, looked down at the crowd, and slowly asked:

"Do you really believe that Londinium belongs to you, or will belong to you?"

His voice wasn't actually loud, yet the wind carried it faithfully to everyone present. Everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked at Bai Ye.

Perhaps this is the magic of sound, and at the same time, Bai Ye's extremely high charm awakened and played its role once again.

Bai Ye continued:

"Don't be foolish. Londinium has never belonged to you. You're just deluding yourselves into thinking you're protecting the city."

He pointed outside the city walls:

"The Grand Dukes' allied forces arrived long ago. Their high-speed warships were enough to crush all the Sarkaz outside the city, but they stopped and only forced these Sarkaz back inside the city walls."

"Why? Because they see you as a threat. You have armed yourself, formed an organization, acquired commanders, and have some nobles standing behind you. As a result, you have gained a voice and made demands."

“Those dukes have long considered Londinium theirs for the taking, and at this point, they don’t want another interest group to take a slice of their pie.”

"So, they hope to use the Sarkaz to wipe you out as well. Think about what you're doing right now. You've almost driven those Sarkaz to the brink of defeat, and it seems like you have the upper hand, but the Sarkaz royal court still exists. If they're determined to fight their way out of here, how much more are you prepared to pay?"

"Ha, a defensive line of wood and bricks... that carrion king could smash this place to pieces with just one charge."

Bai Ye glanced disdainfully at the defensive line blocking his way. It might be the strongest defense an ordinary person could currently erect, but for the Sarkaz, it was still far too fragile.

"You're not professional soldiers. In the past, you could only harass the enemy through guerrilla warfare. Now you're just taking advantage of the chaos and the enemy's low morale to catch them off guard. If they're really pushed to their limits, both sides will bleed to death. No, you're bleeding right now. Look how many people have died on the road to revenge?"

"This is the Duke's plan. They hope to use the Sarkaz to make you bleed to the last drop, then come out to clean up the mess, feign mourning, and then sit comfortably at the round table to discuss the future of this country. There is no place for you there, and no one will speak up for you. Your deaths are meaningless."

Bai Ye's words silenced everyone.

Then, someone shouted from the crowd:

“I don’t believe it. The Duke is a nobleman of Victoria; they will not betray their honor and stand by and watch us bleed here. I don’t believe that our sacrifice has been in vain!”

Bai Ye glanced at the person. Although he had changed his position and voice, Bai Ye recognized him as the same person who had jumped out first. Bai Ye smiled, jumped down from the defensive wall, and stood in front of everyone:

"You are too naive. Those so-called nobles have betrayed you time and time again and used you time and time again."

“They have betrayed this country time and time again. They have hanged the king with their own hands, they have banished the heirs of the throne, they have welcomed the Sarkaz into Londinium, and they have watched you be enslaved by the Sarkaz without doing a single thing.”

"You're lying!" the man shouted.

Bai Ye looked at him coldly:

"Do you know why there hasn't been a real jet engine sound in Londinium for the past four years? Why haven't the Steam Knights appeared? Where have they gone?"

Upon hearing the name "Steam Knight," people's eyes widened. Yes, where did the Steam Knight go? They were the pride of Victoria, those glorious knights—where have they gone?

"They were betrayed by the dukes, who invited the Sarkaz into Londinium and used stolen keys to open the gates of the Kings' Cemetery, luring all the remaining steam knights there. And the Sarkaz's elite had already laid an ambush in front of the Kings' Cemetery."

"The Duke and the Sarkaz joined forces to bury all the Steam Knights. The Sarkaz were just henchmen, while the Dukes were the real masterminds."

As Bai Ye spoke, he stepped aside, and before anyone knew it, a pile of bronze-colored armor had appeared behind him.

Those massive suits of armor, left undisturbed in the dim underground for four years, still gleamed with a metallic sheen and showed no signs of decay. However, they had been pierced by the Sarkaz's attacks, and mottled bloodstains remained on them.

“This is…” The people of Lontinim immediately surrounded them.

The girl next to Clovisia's breath quickened the moment she saw the armor; she clearly recognized the armor Bai Ye had taken out. However, when she looked up to say something, she was pushed aside by the others who had gathered around.

“These are the armor of the Steam Knights.” Bai Ye took off his hat and walked to the side, allowing the crowd to examine and touch the armor.