Anyone who stands out at any ti is always in the spotlight.
Pistri Hamlet knew this.
However, when everyone's eyes focused on him, the Young Lion still felt a bit nervous, and for a mont, he even forgot what to say.
But the people around didn't care.
The crowd, lost and helpless, just looked at this Young Lion at this mont.
And the Young Lion's mont of silence, the crowd took it as waiting—
"Willing!"
Jimte shouted loudly from within the crowd.
Then ca Kalal on the other side of the crowd.
"Willing!"
A response.
An echo.
Made the people who didn't know what to do feel like they found their backbone, beginning to echo in waves.
"Willing!"
"Willing!"
"Willing!"
It started out scattered, but beca uniform towards the end.
Hearing these cheers, Jimte and Kalal smirked.
The two of them knew that the plan had succeeded.
No!
It was beyond imagination successful!
Originally, they just hoped to gain a bit of support in Inner Bay—which was already difficult, even with a parade as a foundation, they still needed to show enough value.
And the Seven Major Families, the Golden Lion Family, are not easy to provoke.
Not to ntion Baro Hamlet.
In fact, the two were already ready to fight desperately.
But who would have thought that the unexpected entrance of the Young Lion, the 'Blood Descendant', would make everything easier.
And the harvest?
Even more unimaginable.
If it were about gaining a little support in Inner Bay before.
Now?
Control Inner Bay!
Regarding this, the two are full of confidence.
Even though Baro Hamlet is still alive, and the Old Lion has only left and will eventually return, they believe in the lord they follow.
They firmly believe that Arthur can create miracles again.
Just like this ti.
In the crowd loudly cheering, the Young Lion quickly regained his composure.
The discomfort imdiately faded, his gaze swept over those cheering for him, and he leapt directly onto a mostly collapsed wall, speaking loudly—
"Everyone, I swear by the surna Hamlet, I will never let down any supporter.
Likewise, I hope we can overco difficulties together.
Here, St. Joan of Arc Girls' College will beco our command sentry post, and this collapsed street will be our temporary garrison.
We will protect ourselves here, protect our children, protect our property."
The speech of the Young Lion was powerful and assertive.
Perhaps not enough to incite people.
But it struck a deep chord.
The guarantee of life safety, property safety, and the safety of descendants, almost instantly received applause in response once the words of the Young Lion dropped.
The applause was so loud.
At this mont, applause was the the song of this street.
Arthur and Marinda stood on a distant street, also clapping softly—the room they were in had just been destroyed as well.
The impact of the 'Ascend Steper' was terrifying and deadly.
But for the two, it was nothing.
Arthur stood in front, blocking all the aftershocks.
The young South Los Spirit dium felt the aftershocks of the 'Ascend Steper'.
Then...
A smirk appeared.
Saying it tickled might be an exaggeration.
Let's call it a gentle breeze on the face.
Beside him, Marinda gently patted the dust off Arthur's shoulder—
"This play was really brilliant."
There was admiration in the words.
Smart as Marinda was, she naturally saw sothing.
But precisely because of this intelligence, Marinda didn't ask much.
She was well aware that Arthur's plans went far beyond this.
There was more important matters to co.
After all, just now, Marinda had seen floating human skin and a headless corpse dressed in fine clothes, although they suffered the aftershocks of two Ascend Steper attacks.
But no matter human skin or headless corpse, there will always be remnants.
Unable to hide from those with intention.
'Who exactly are you trying to lure?' Marinda wondered to herself.
Beside her, Arthur laughed.
"I don't know how Auburn found the whereabouts of that 'Death Poetry Society' Left Cantor, he just said he wanted to repay a favor.
Who would have thought it would be such a grand scene."
Saying this, Arthur shrugged with a look of surprise.
Indeed, it was him who orchestrated the events before him.
But Arthur would never admit it.
Not only would he not admit it, he would even act out a scene when no one was watching.
Space can be shuttled.
What about ti?
Even if you can't shuttle through ti.
Can you peep into it?
Careful as Arthur was, he naturally wouldn't be unguarded.
And Marinda?
She cooperated with tacit understanding.
"It seems that the 'South County Swordsmanship Competition' in Inner Bay will be full of twists and turns.
Are we going back to South Los?"
Marinda couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the bodies and wreckage around her.
"Let's wait and see for now.
I believe the Grand Duke will handle this matter properly.
Besides..."
At this point, Arthur frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Marinda turned to ask.
Confronted with the question from his beloved, Arthur naturally didn't hide anything.
"Besides, I always felt it was too coincidental.
So coincidental, I thought soone was plotting."
He said this.
"Baro Hamlet?
Unlikely!
This guy's obviously acting strange, probably influenced by sothing—either way, Inner Bay feels much more dangerous than South Los."
Marinda nodded in agreent.
"Let's go.
I don't want to stay in the 'Battle Zone'.
Let's go to Storm Inn!
It's renowned."
Saying this, Arthur mimicked looking at the bodies, bending slightly and said—
"Rest in peace."
Beside him, Marinda also imitated Arthur, bending slightly to speak.
"Rest in peace."
After speaking, the two left the area side by side, just like those capable people who don't wish to get involved in certain matters.
And just three minutes after the two left, there was a squirming movent under the rubble.
A figure, like a shadow, erged from there.
The sunlight shining down at that mont distorted.
It seed like the light was being absorbed.
Moreover, more importantly, this absorption seed to render vision ineffective, as if though the figure stood there yet couldn't be seen.
This silhouette stared in the direction Arthur and Marinda left for several seconds.
Then, strolled through the ruins.
With every step, remnants of human skin floated in front of the figure.
Until—
The corpse of the Old Lion's second son.
Looking at the Old Lion's second son's corpse before its eyes, the shadow-like silhouette twisted, and a sound akin to sandpaper scraping drifted into a laugh.
"Ha, you finally showed up!
Is this your challenge to ?
I accept!"
After speaking, the tattered human skin and corpse beca invisible, collected into the shadow's sleeve.
The next mont, the silhouette transford into a writhing shadow again.
Heading straight for...
Lion Palace!
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