Throne of Vientiane Civilization

At the same time, in the mansion of the ‘Hand of the King’, Narga had just received a pigeon letter from Fisher. After understanding the situation, according to the wisdom of the ‘Hand of the King’, he naturally knew why the other party refused to continue to send troops.

Indeed, continuing to send troops is not in the interests of the other party.

But for the interests of their Smith Kingdom, he still had to reach a consensus with the other party as much as possible, so that the other party would continue to send troops to assist them, even if they had to pay enough ‘remuneration’ for it.

The key here, to put it bluntly, is interest. As long as the interest is greater than the risk, or the other party is tempted, then there is still room for negotiation.

However, Narga undoubtedly knew in his heart that Fisher did not have this ability, so he might need to go there in person.

Just as Narga was thinking this, a commotion suddenly came from a distance, and he seemed to hear someone shouting something.

This made Narga feel a strong sense of uneasiness inexplicably. He hurriedly stood up from his desk full of government affairs, opened the window, and looked outside.

The next second, a fire in the distance came into his sight!

"Is that... a castle?!"

Holding the windowsill tightly with both hands, Narga's eyes widened and he shouted repeatedly...

"Come here! Come here! Go and confirm what happened in the castle!!"

However, before he finished speaking, a slightly abrupt voice sounded in the room.

"There is no need for that. If you want to know, I can tell you directly."

Hearing this, Narga was shocked.

"Who are you? What did you do?"

Narga, who had stabilized his emotions, turned around and stared fiercely at the voice that almost merged with the shadow in the room, trying to shock the other party.

"Long time no see, Lord Narga."

As the voice sounded, a brown-haired white man slowly walked out of the shadow.

"Long time no see? Did we know each other before?"

While speaking, Narga's eyes kept sweeping over the brown-haired man.

In the Smith Kingdom, except for black people, people of other skin colors are slaves.

But Narga did not have any discrimination mentality because of this, but asked the other party seriously and solemnly the question in his heart.

"You may not remember me. I was only thirteen years old that year. I was almost beaten to death on the street. You stopped the other party and saved me."

At this point, the brown-haired man bowed to the other party seriously.

"Formally introduce myself, I am Gilt, a cadre of the Revolutionary Army."

Gilt said while showing a mark on his chest. On that mark, a sickle and a hammer crossed together, which made Narga's pupils shrink.

He had no impression of Gilt.

Judging from the other party's age, this must have happened at least ten years ago.

Not to mention that Narga has saved more than one or two slaves over the years.

He is one of the very few black people who do not discriminate against other races and have a slave mentality, and to a certain extent sympathize with them.

But he also knows that he can't change this system. If he wants to change this system, it is equivalent to being an enemy of all the power classes in the country! He thought he couldn't do it.

Therefore, over the years, he just did it within his ability.

But even so, he had saved countless slaves over the years, so how could he remember a small thing he did ten years ago?

However, Narga had an impression of the mark on Gilt.

Over the years, he actually noticed that there was a certain force in the Smith Kingdom that was secretly operating, but he could never accurately catch the tail of the other party.

The only information that could be confirmed was the sign in front of him!

"Revolutionary Army?"

The word "revolution" was a new word for Narga, but from the other party's tone, actions, and identity, Narga had roughly understood the meaning of this word.

"Did you set the fire in the castle? What did you want to do?"

"Actually, I didn't do anything."

Gilt paused.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Smith V is dead."

The moment he heard this, Narga's heart suddenly twitched, but he still controlled his emotions.

"Do you think I will believe your lies? The castle is guarded by the royal guards, and the leader of the royal guards is a strong man at the level of Bailian Realm."

Narga said confidently, and he didn't believe that the other party had such strength.

According to the environment of the Smith Kingdom, it would be good for a group of slaves to survive well, and it is impossible for them to have the ability to do such a thing.

But for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy when he said this.

During this period, facing the doubts from Narga, Gilt standing opposite was not annoyed at all, but calmly said...

"The leader of our revolutionary army is a strong man at the level of Vajra Realm."

After saying that, Gilt raised his hand while looking at Narga whose face was changing.

"Don't be in a hurry to doubt, because you will see him next."

While speaking, Gilt made a "please" gesture.

"You saved my life, I don't want to be rough with you, please cooperate consciously."

Speaking here, Gilt thought about it and spoke again...

"At the same time, please rest assured that we have no intention of hurting you. We know that you are different from those black people, and we also believe that we have the same ideals."

Listening to Gilt's words, Narga fell into an unprecedented wavering.

If he had previously expressed doubts about the fact that the leader of the revolutionary army had the strength of the Vajra Realm, then Gilt's subsequent words gradually made him believe it.

Thinking carefully, even according to his understanding, this so-called revolutionary army has been dormant in their Smith Kingdom for many years.

The fact that they had not taken action before was enough to prove that the other party was not a person who would act impulsively when his head was hot.

At the same time, after so many years, it is impossible for the other party to be unaware of the strength of General Fisher, which is no secret in the Smith Kingdom.

With this as a premise, unless they also have the strength of the Vajra Realm, otherwise, as long as they dare to show up, then with the strength of General Fisher, as long as he brings his troops back, he can forcibly suppress them in a blink of an eye!

Thinking of this, Narga trembled in his heart.

"Your Majesty. Really dead?"

This time, Gilt did not answer again, but just quietly maintained his "please" action.

Narga saw this and had the answer in his mind.

He took a deep breath and walked outside.

At the same time, the flag on the top of the castle outside the window, which was illuminated by the fire, that symbolized the royal power of the Smith family broke and fell, and was replaced by a fiery red flag with sickle and hammer marks. Under the light of the fire, accompanied by the blowing night wind, it rustled, as if announcing the arrival of a new era!