“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
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
"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
"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
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
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
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
“Run... faster... faster.”In the magical beast forest, a group of mercenaries frantically fled through the woods. Each of them was covered in injuries, but no one dared to stop. They knew that the moment their legs stopped, "Death" would come to claim their lives."Death" was a mysterious assassin organization that had emerged over the past year. They never accepted commissions and never killed innocents. They only targeted sinful mercenaries, wanted criminals, bandits... However, every time "Death" acted, they were ruthless, leaving no survivors. As a result, no one had ever seen their true faces. After each mission, the assassins would leave behind the word "Death," so everyone referred to them by that name. No one knew if "Death" was a single individual or an organization; all the information was passed around by word of mouth from mercenaries.“Have you run enough yet?”Suddenly, a voice appeared ahead, stopping the mercenarie
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