Chapter 233


    In a single night of turmoil, Stormcast''s mes soared skyward, thick smoke billowed, and many


    buildings became ruins amidst the chaos of war.


    Fortunately, the citizens of the city, seasoned by past storms, did not flee in panic. Instead, they


    gathered together, avoiding greater chaos and making it easier for the guards to hunt down the


    mercenaries.


    It wasn''t until dawn that the chaos began to subside, with mercenaries either in or fled.


    Lawren was seething with ''rage.'' The mercenaries knew full well that the Golden Scorch was


    stationed here, yet these reckless fools dared toe and pige. It was a tant provocation,


    disregarding the might of the Golden Scorch.


    Lucan was irritable, his anger simmering as he patrolled everywhere. His worst fears had


    materialized right under his watch. Stormcast was vast, its walls stretching for miles. Many sections


    were dpidated and had copsed, not yet fully repaired, making the city vulnerable. It was no


    surprise then that the mercenaries had created chaos. And they did so with utter disregard for the


    deterrence of the Rocke family.


    By daylight, they discovered many mercenaries active in the wilderness outside the city, tasting


    sess and ready to plunder amidst the night''s fire.


    Lawren gathered his people, his voice stern with indignation. "We must devise a n. These


    mercenaries can see our ancient city''s defenses are weak. If this batch seeds, it''ll draw more of


    their kind."


    Lucan''s expression was grim. "What do they want? What does the old city have that could tempt


    them?"


    "It must be the Mollen family''s caravan that attracted them!"


    "Possibly! They must’ve guessed the caravan had brought many treasures."


    vin said not a word, his gaze cold as he nced at the Rocke family members.


    After a debate, they decided to shift the protective forces to the city defenses as much as possible


    and also requested assistance from the Mollen family''s guards. As for the Lord''s manor, there was


    no need for too many defenders. A show of force with additional troops and leaving Daman in


    charge would suffice; mercenaries would not dare to breach it.


    Lucan noticed vin''s troubled expression. "My lord, will you go to the gates or stay at the manor?"


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    "I''ll stay home. I don’t feel good about this."


    "I can arrange for more men."


    "No need. With Daman here, there should be no issues."


    Lawren spoke with firm resolve, "In these trying times, we must unite! We must quell these soldiers,


    or we''ll face endless troublester."


    Throughout the day, the city was tense, with citizens, men and women alike, flocking to the walls to


    plug the breaches as best they could.


    As night fell, the wilderness teemed with mercenaries, scattered across various positions, eager to


    strike.


    The defenders in town were on high alert, strengthening patrols along the walls, ready for battle.


    The Lord''s manor was surrounded by many soldiers, but inside, it was dim and quiet.


    Helna sat in her room, practicing her magic. She was a Mage, a Master Mage of Stage V in her


    prime. But when the Cobalt Strike punished the Mallister family, she led a rebellion in outrage and


    was gravely wounded in the process, so her powers were crippled. Over the years, consumed by


    sorrow and fatigue, she lost the will to practice her craft, bing a frail shadow of her former self.


    Now, her training was akin to starting anew, but with her foundation and proper care, there was a


    chance for her powers to return swiftly.


    In the dead of night, as silence enveloped both the manor and the city, the mercenaries seemed in


    no rush to attack.


    In a secluded corner behind the sitting room, the stone wall rippled like a disturbedke surface,


    and a face slowly emerged through the wall, its gaze sharp as a de, surveying the room for


    dangers before passing through. The man moved eerily, as if he were a ghost, his whole being


    shimmering with faint ripples. With each step, the ground rippled, and the energy around him


    echoed these movements, as if he were one with the earth. He moved silently through the sitting


    room and the stone wall separating it from the bedroom, arriving where Helna was.


    Helna opened her eyes in shock, "Who are you? How did you get in?"


    "Someone wishes to meet you!" The diminutive man gestured towards Helna, his body''s energy


    rippling violently. The stone walls of the room mirrored the ripples and a strange power surged


    toward Helna.