The early summer sunlight spilled down, noticeably raising the temperature of the streets and making anyone walking outside feel rather hot.
Claverly strode along, completely unconcerned by the heat. Instead, he took the opportunity to undo the buttons over his chest, exposing his sturdy torso and putting on a bold, expansive air.
Together with the undisguised, beaming smile on his face, it made him look full of vigor-or even thoroughly pleased with himself.
He certainly had reason to look that way.
At this time last year, he had been nothing more than an ordinary worker in an ordinary factory in a small city three hundred kilometers away.
But after news of the workers' riots in the Southern Province arrived, he seized the opportunity to lead a group of fellow workers he knew in a similar uprising, and his standing had risen accordingly.
Now, he was the leader of the largest workers' organization in the former Candel Empire's Lamask Province, commanding a full thirty thousand armed rebel workers. He could be called the leader of the largest force in Lamask Province.
After the Candel Empire fell, no one in Lamask Province could threaten him anymore. Even the imperial troops formerly commanded by the Lamask Province Governor's Mansion had been won over to his side, becoming another source of support.
Within Lamask Province, not only did most commoners support him, but even the nobles had no choice but to bow to his wishes.
Whenever he thought of those noble lords who had once stood so far above him now greeting him with bowed backs, smiling faces, and humble words, Claverly felt wonderful.
This was a life he had never even imagined before.
Just look-even a major merchant guild like the Xinfei Merchant Guild now had to send someone to invite him over,