The golden lion crest represented the Bonaparte family, one of the four great families in the capital after the royal family. Even a common disciple from one of these four families was not someone they could touch, especially since this crest was only possessed by the direct line of the Bonaparte family.“Seize these two and take them to the dungeon.”The captain quickly changed his orders, and the soldiers surrounded and captured the two young men. But Franz raised his hand to stop them.“Wait a moment.”Saying that, he sat down and gently patted the girl's head with a kind smile.“Little sister, what’s your name?”Unexpectedly, the girl, seeing the soldiers' attitude towards Franz, immediately knelt and begged.“Sir, please save my brother. Natasha is willing to serve you as a maid for life.”Franz frowned and quickly helped Natasha up, saying,“Hold on, tell

At noon, the weather in Muchen’s capital wasn’t too hot, but it was still enough to make people feel a bit sluggish. On the hill, the Iron Blood Clan had no idea that the men they sent to chase Natasha had run into trouble. Their camp consisted of rows of wooden houses lined up next to each other, indicating that this place had been used by them several times before. Inside the best-preserved house, an old man wearing a purple mage robe sat with his eyes half-closed on the room’s main chair, looking like a sage who had achieved enlightenment. A moment later, a swordsman entered, crossing his arms respectfully before speaking.“Master Zeko, the people we sent out have returned.”The old man nodded and waved his hand, signaling the swordsman to leave. Zeko relished the sense of superiority. Although he was only an Advanced Mage, he still held a certain level of respect within the Iron Blood Clan. It was well-known that mages on the Lion Continent were a rare breed. Furthermore, the impe

"Sir, there's red smoke rising from the hill."*A soldier reported to Forde, who observed it and then raised his hand.  "Brothers, that’s the young master's signal. Charge with me! Kill!"  "Kill!"  More than a hundred men suddenly sprang from the grass like savages, their bodies covered in weeds and black soot smeared across their cheeks as they rushed up the hill. The hill wasn’t very tall, so it didn’t take long for the Golden Lion Guards to reach the Iron Blood Clan’s camp.  "Enemy attack!"  Chaos erupted inside the camp. Some men grabbed spears without wearing armor, while others, holding bowls of rice, scrambled with arrows in hand. Truly, they were ruthless, even attacking during a meal.  "Hold your ground! Everyone, stay calm! Archers to the rear, shield soldiers to the front!"  The captain, a tall and burly swordsma

Winter had come, and the imperial capital of Muchen was blanketed in pure white snow. Cold gusts of wind blew the snow across the streets. It was so cold that people didn’t want to step outside. The bustling, lively atmosphere of the capital had faded, replaced by a rare sense of tranquility. Most people stayed inside, warming themselves by the fire, watching the snow fall, and enjoying the cozy warmth of being with their families. On the main roads, only a few figures could be seen—none other than mercenaries. Mercenaries don’t get days off. Like diligent bees, they continued taking on missions to earn their livelihood.But the Bonaparte residence was different. The place was bustling with people coming and going, and brightly lit. Everywhere you looked, nobles dressed in splendid garments filled the scene. Even the servants were dressed in their finest clothes. Today was the coming-of-age ceremony for the Bonaparte family’s eldest son—Franz Bonaparte.According to the traditions of