“How is the Golden Lion Guard's strength?”Franz asked with a serious expression. Forde clasped his hands respectfully.“Sir, the Golden Lion Guard has a total of 110 members this time, including 80 swordsmen and 30 archers. Please feel free to inspect.”Franz nodded slightly. He had no doubts about the Golden Lion Guard's capabilities. Defeating a single member would be a formidable challenge. He handed Natasha, who was sleeping on his shoulder, to Forde and said,“Please carry this child for me. Be careful.”To Franz's surprise, Forde grimaced and fumbled, unsure of how to hold Natasha properly. His earlier bravery seemed to have vanished. Franz laughed softly.“Never mind, I’ll carry her myself. You go interrogate the two captives and find out where they are holding the children.”“Yes, sir.”Forde, relieved, hurried off, fearing that Franz might change his mi

"Good that you understand. Let me heal your injuries. Eat this, and you'll recover quickly."  Saying this, he walked over to the severely injured teenagers. Their bodies were covered in wounds from head to toe. He sighed softly. These people were truly ruthless.  "System, exchange for the Basic Healing Technique." "Ding! 2,000 silver has been consumed to exchange for the Basic Healing Technique." "Ding! Congratulations to the host for learning the Basic Healing Technique."  Franz had originally planned to give these teenagers some basic healing medicine, but there wasn’t enough for all of them. So, he decided to exchange for the healing technique. Chakra was an incredible energy source. It could destroy an opponent's body but also heal it. In manga, using healing techniques required excellent chakra control. But for Franz, things were much simpler. All he had to do was learn it, and he could

The camp gradually quieted down; the battle had lasted less than twenty minutes. Most of the Iron Blood soldiers had been captured and rendered unable to fight. The children had been freed, and after Franz treated them, their condition improved significantly."Brother!" Natasha joyfully ran over and hugged Gilliam. The young man happily embraced her with affection. Watching this scene, Franz felt touched. In his previous life, he had been an orphan, and more than anything, he lacked familial love. Suddenly, Leona's mischievous face flashed in his mind. Yes, the heavens had granted him a chance to have family, and he was determined to live well, to grow strong so he could protect those around him.Suddenly, Gilliam took Natasha’s hand and knelt down."Thank you, sir. I don't know how I can ever repay this kindness. If you don't mind, I would like to follow you for life."Franz smiled calmly. This was the response he had been waiting for. He helped the two children up but looked at the r

Franz respectfully received the imperial decree. For a great family like the Bonaparte family, the reward was merely a formality; it was the title that truly mattered, as it reflected the royal family's recognition of their status. This was a political strategy often used by the royal family to reassure their loyal factions. More than anyone else, Emperor Nikolai understood that the most crucial task for the ruler of an empire was to balance the power among the great families within the court, ensuring they opposed and weakened one another without feeling ostracized by the royal family. It was no coincidence that in the capital, the Carlos family always opposed the Bonaparte family.But to Franz, this imperial decree was like a sweet cake falling from the sky. Not only was the reward of 100,000 gold coins a significant sum, but more importantly, the title. According to the law, only nobles had the right to form private armies, and anyone secretly raising a private army would be charge

In the outskirts of Muchen, the spring rains bring vitality to the sprawling grasslands. Stretching to the horizon is a lush green expanse of fresh grass, with sunlight gently filtering through a thin mist, creating a stunning seven-colored rainbow, making the scene appear like a magical paradise.Scattered across the vast plains, amidst small patches of forest, are various villages, with smoke lazily rising from the chimneys under the soft morning light. The village of Ionia also lies on the grasslands outside Muchen, but unlike the others, it is unique. Ionia is, in fact, an estate owned by Viscount Franz Bonaparte. Two years ago, Franz purchased this land, recruiting displaced villagers and orphans to establish the Ionia Estate as it is today.The estate lies by the Sen River, which flows past the capital of Muchen, covering an area of more than ten square kilometers, though only about 500 people live there. Apart from a small residential area, the rest is farmland for the peasants