The Successful Uprising

Charlotte casually waved her staff in the air, creating clusters of dazzling flames, and didn't forget to mutter a complaint:

"Damn it, why isn't this Earl Jules here? Are the nobles of the the North so untrustworthy?"

"President, according to our undercover intelligence, Cyril City has been captured by the Royal Authority forces, and the Earl was unable to escape."

Charlotte was so angry that she jumped up and down, and couldn't help but start cursing.

"Damn, what a piece of trash!"

"I gave you a chance, but you failed!"

"We told him to run away long ago, but he insisted on waiting until the city was about to fall before he would run. Why was he so stubborn? He just let those idiots like Royal Authority get away with it."

"The chairman is right."

"It has to be you, wise and insightful, intelligent and wise."

The Lucky Emperor chimed in, becoming Charlotte's devoted follower, eager to pay off his debts as soon as possible.

Lonely as Snow covered her face, unwilling to watch the ugly scene of the Lucky Emperor, and silently complained in her heart, "Even if he escapes here, will the ending change?"

"It's just a matter of being killed in a different place."

Charlotte's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth. "Let's go! To the next fishing spot to haul in the nets. This time we have to get there before the Royal Authority!"

He pulled out a parchment scroll, its ends adorned with Embers of the Burned Emblem and inlaid with expensive gems—this was the Kingdom's official "Anzeta Map Collector's Edition."

This was also referred to by the kingdom's technical staff as the "Da Tou's special supply".

When Charlotte unfolded it, the map displayed images composed of magical particles, with various mountains, rivers, and even cities clearly visible, and shimmering with tiny sparkles of light.

"Let me see."

"The next target is Dena City, located in the western part of the Carter Duchy."

"This time there will definitely be no problem. I've already fooled that Earl Dalton Reyna. I heard he's already packed his bags and is ready to run away."

"President, something terrible has happened!"

Suddenly, the Flying Witch's clear voice came through the communicator, and Charlotte frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"The Dena City has been captured by the Kindling!"

Charlotte remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a few words through gritted teeth.

"What the hell?"

The Carter Duchy, within the Dena City.

The tattered flags fluttered above the city walls, and the ragged serfs raised their Steel Gun, cheering continuously.

"Kindling! Kindling!"

"We really succeeded!"

"From now on, we are free! Those nobles are nothing more than that!"

"Will we also be able to own our own land and have enough to eat?"

Around them lay hundreds of soldiers lying in pools of blood, and even the Earl had been beheaded.

The members of the Kindling discovered the Earl's attempt to escape, and they infiltrated the city to launch a surprise attack that caught the soldiers completely off guard.

Using the firearms they received from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, they killed the guards of Dena City and put on trial Earl Dalton Reyna, who had cruelly oppressed them for years.

"It actually succeeded!"

Spark stood there with his hands on his hips, looking at the serfs whose expressions were fanatical and whose eyes had been rekindled with hope, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

But soon, he frowned slightly, shifting his gaze from the immediate victory to the more distant future.

"So, what's next?"

"What should we do next?"

Spark began to ponder.

The entire Northern United Kingdom has fallen, and the Embers of the Burned King will not allow anything to threaten the unity of Anzeta.

Moreover, their Kindling did not have the ability to produce their own military equipment; all the firearms they possessed came from the kingdom's subsidies, and their army was a ragtag force composed of more than two thousand serfs.

Spark soon realized a harsh truth—the "Kindling" did not have the ability to rule Dena City.

In terms of both governance and military strength, they were unable to maintain even a fragile regime.

"The Embers of the Burned Kingdom is merely using us as a tool to disrupt the rear of the the North."

"So, what will happen to us when the the North falls completely?"

Thinking of this, Spark's expression immediately became serious.

Nick noticed the other person's unusual behavior and stepped forward. "Spark, is there anything else? Didn't we already win?"

Spark answered in a heavy tone, "So, what's next?"

"Nick, you should be aware of the current situation in the the North."

"Um."

Nick also lowered his head in thought, then said:

"After the Okaglar Battle, the Northern United Kingdom was effectively defunct, and in the Anzeta Great Wasteland, no one could stop the Embers of the Burned Kingdom's unification."

His tone faltered, and his expression turned serious.

"You mean the Embers of the Burned Kingdom might attack us?"

Spark gave a bitter smile, "It's not a possibility, it's inevitable. As long as we occupy Dena City, or even as long as we are in Anzeta, we will inevitably come into contact with the Embers of the Burned Kingdom."

"Moreover, our foundation is still shallow, and we even get our weapons and ammunition from them."

"So what should we do?"

Nick remained silent for a long time before continuing to ask questions.

Spark shook his head and said helplessly, "Let's take it one step at a time. I don't know what the future holds."

Suddenly, a shout came from the Chai Gun tower.

"Commander, a group of people have arrived outside the city. They claim to be envoys from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom."

How many of them are there?

"No, there probably aren't many people."

Spark was both amused and exasperated. These serfs were so poorly educated that most of them could count to less than a hundred.

"The people from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom arrived so quickly?"

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"I'll go up and check; I need to confirm their identities."

When Spark reached the top of the city wall, he saw a well-organized and orderly army of about three hundred Hobgoblin infantrymen below the city wall, their bayonets and spears gleaming coldly.

He instantly realized—it was the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom.

Moreover, even the most elite troops of the the North kingdoms would need to send more than 5,000 men to surround and annihilate such a Hobgoblin infantry force.

It was absolutely not something that his two thousand-plus ragtag serf troops could defeat.

Thinking of this, Spark whispered, "Let them in."

Hey, ha.

The serfs laboriously turned the wooden axle, and the heavy city gate slowly opened.

But the Hobgoblin infantry remained standing, not making any rash moves, but instead lined up on both sides, making way for a wide path.

A woman in a purple dress gracefully stepped down from the carriage behind them and walked into the city under the guard of soldiers.

Her graceful figure left the group of unsophisticated serfs on the city wall dumbfounded.

"Greetings to all members of the Kindling."

"On behalf of the Kingdom, I salute your bravery and fearlessness."

"Also, nice to meet you. I am Darena, the Marquis of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom."

Darena's lips curled up slightly, revealing a beautiful and approachable smile.

Spark on the city wall couldn't help but gasp, his breathing becoming rapid—a marquis? What a joke.