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Chapter 178 Kursas's Conspiracy

That voice was the last strength Najjar left to the world. He fell to the ground, covered in blood, and apologized to his family in his heart. Mercilessly, his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

Later, the bards sang about him, the warrior who protected the citizens and whose life ended.

A year has passed since then.

Rumeda, who was once staying at her adoptive father's house, was visited by a woman who claimed to be an employee of the "Rumeda Foundation".

The woman proposed that Rumeda and her three children move to another city to work at the Ludo Foundation facility there, promising a generous contract and adequate wages. Grateful for the care of her adoptive father, Rumeda agreed to the proposal and moved with her children.

Later, a letter full of happiness received from Rumeida brought a smile to the godfather's face.

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Smoke rose from the center of Loazin. For Holzlein's camp, it was the smoke that announced the end of the Treba system.

Soon, the gates will be opened and they will be pushed out. The leaders of the nation have been abandoned by the citizens. All that remains is to defeat the soldiers who protect them, and this war will be over.

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There was chaos inside the city walls.

The influx of citizens rushed through the city gates and targeted the nobles' houses. Although there were private guards, they were either defeated or fled in the face of such a large wave.

The rioting townspeople were after food. They searched homes and fought over food caches hidden by the nobles. While some might resort to violence against family members, this was a minority.

In short, they are forced to act with the mindset that they must feed themselves and their families.

Some people also set fires out of revenge after looting food and treasures. As thick smoke filled the air, the wave gradually moved towards the imperial city.

Since the news came that the citizens had rioted and broken through the city gates, the 30,000 national troops on standby have been put on alert. Standing on the watchtower, Kursas watched the citizens rushing towards the imperial city and realized that resistance was meaningless. Kursas returned to the palace and saw only those ugly ministers.

"Your Majesty! Give the order to attack!"

"Yes! Kill them all before they kill you!"

"If you leave the civilians alone, they will just keep coming back! Those who resist must die!"

"Where is the Minister of War? Give orders to the army!"

It is simply a sad sight.

(Do I really want to protect these people?)

Kurthas felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"Kursas!! What are you doing! Anyone who opposes me will be punished by God! Hurry up!"

Seeing his appearance, King Lufan's face turned red and he shouted angrily. Looking at this scene, Kursas felt his heart gradually cool down.

"Your Majesty, it is in vain."

“What are you talking about! This is God’s will!”

"It's futile. There are nearly 200,000 people approaching the imperial city. What can these 30,000 people do?"

"Ah... ah... sorry, Kurthas. Please protect me."

Obviously, Rufan sensed something was wrong with Kursas, so he gave up his bluff and pleaded.

"As you command. That's all I can do now. Prepare the carriage."

"Carriage...what are you going to do with it?"

"We abandon the Imperial City and flee. We can only hide in a castle and start over."

Kursas had made up his mind. Under the current circumstances, they had no place to stand in Loazen. In short, they could only defeat the Holzlein army and escape to somewhere. Then they would gather the local army again and regroup.

"Impossible! This is my city! Should I hand it over to the civilians?"

"Then you will stay here and be devoured by the people. I will leave."

“Ahhh! I understand! I understand, so please save me. I will listen to you as long as you speak.”

"Then let's get ready to go as soon as possible. You too. If you don't want to die."

Everyone hurriedly prepared to abandon the imperial city.

(Even these useless burdens cannot be left behind. They will not be in the way if they are stuffed into the carriage.)

Kursas thought this and ordered his attendants to prepare their weapons.

The Treba Army guarding the Imperial City's front yard faced the citizens. Although a riot had occurred, it was not easy for the unarmed citizens to launch an attack against the fully armed soldiers.

But as more and more citizens pour in, this balance will soon be disrupted. That moment is approaching.

However, before that moment came, the situation was overturned. The bugle sounded. Kursas, wearing gorgeous armor, came out and announced loudly: "People of Treba! We will go outside the city to fight against Holzlein's army! Make way! Open the city gates!"

The citizens of Loajin did not understand what he was talking about. But they understood that the national army was going to move from here and the city gates were going to be opened. This was the news they had been waiting for for a long time. In this case, they felt there was no need to stop it. So they slowly began to open the road.

Kursas watched all this and cold sweat broke out on his back.

(Hopefully they understand.)

So far, his plan has not failed. If they say, "We are running away, please make way," the citizens will never forgive them. But if they say they are going to fight, the citizens may think that they don't need to participate in the battle themselves and let them go.

Moreover, they had woven into the mix such eagerly awaited news - the news of the opening of the city gates - that should have been enough to convince them that their wish would not be fulfilled if they were not allowed to pass.

The rioting crowd was just provoked and rushed forward. There should be very few people who can make calm judgments. As long as we act quickly and don't give them time, this situation should be able to be overcome.

The Treba Army quietly advanced along the path opened by the citizens, keeping quiet so as not to irritate them. In the center of the team, they drove what looked like a simple truck loaded with weapons.

Of course, these "cargoes" were actually the nobles hiding in the imperial city. Although they were dissatisfied when they boarded the car, they had no other guarantee for their lives, so they got on the car obediently.

Only Emperor Lufan could not be treated as cargo, so he was placed in the chariot commanded by Kursas. When I secretly glanced at the carriage, Lufan was frowning and trembling, and it seemed unlikely that he would make a scene for no reason.

The Treba army finally succeeded in reaching the city gate and passed through smoothly. Kursas safely broke through the first checkpoint. He won the bet.