Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 860 - Prologue

Chapter 860: Prologue Chapter 860: Prologue News spread faster than anything.

The messengers of victory hadn’t yet arrived in Revodan when the bookmakers had already refused to take any more bets on the outcome of the war.

The bonds compulsorily issued by the new government, once worthless, were now being dug out by merchants and craftsmen, and some were even seeking to purchase them.

Large numbers of citizens flooded into the church to fulfill their vows, kissing the altar with tear-streaked faces, giving thanks to their savior.

Overnight, the epithets of several Civil Guard Officers changed from “Rebels” and “Miscreants” to “Holy Knights sent by the Lord to save Iron Peak County,” and who knows how many candles were lit in their names.

And the shrewd speculators had already turned their attention to the south bank of the St. George River—there was a new city and many people there.

Even bolder, or perhaps more greedy individuals set their sights on another item—heads.

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“…thank you so deeply for your kindness in visiting us…” Anna politely expressed her gratitude and respect, escorting the guest to the door.

This was probably the umpteenth lady or miss to visit that day, making the small living room of the military quarters extraordinarily lively.

Everyone was beating around the bush to inquire about one thing: “Will Montaigne, the Civil Guard Officer, truly fulfill his promise?”

On the other side of the wall, someone was eavesdropping.

Hearing the footsteps fade away and still irritated, Scarlett disdainfully said, “Why invite them before when they were so reluctant? Why the enthusiasm now?”

“Idiot.” Catherine laughed, her eyes crinkling, “Before, they didn’t want to come because they were afraid of being solicited for donations. Their sudden enthusiasm now means they can gain something.”

The two young ladies shared a box of milk cakes, with a table full of delicately wrapped boxes of pastries in front of them.

The Paratu People did not have the custom of visiting empty-handed, which turned out to be to the advantage of two squirrels.

While Anna was exhausted from hosting guests, Scarlett and Catherine hid in the hallway next to the living room—eavesdropping and snacking, choosing the best from each box of treats.

Scarlett’s eyes brightened, “Wine!”

“Let me see.” Catherine grabbed the bottle first, trying to make out the label in the dim light, “[Bull’s Blood]. What kind of winery is this?”

Just then, Anna pushed open the hallway door and caught the two young ladies red-handed.

Catherine silently handed the wine bottle to Scarlett.

But Anna merely put down the new box of pastries she had received, walked back into the living room, and ignored them as if they were invisible.

Scarlett and Catherine exchanged glances and cautiously entered the living room.

Anna bowed her head, fiddling with her embroidery basket, simply threading and unthreading needles without actually doing anything.

Seeing her sister’s restless demeanor, Catherine blinked and tiptoed up behind Anna, suddenly exclaiming with great surprise, “Mr. Montaigne, when did you come back?”

“Stop it,” Anna sighed.

“Really!”

Anna ignored her sister.

Seeing that her sister was unmoved, Catherine, a bit deflated, sat beside Anna, listlessly collapsing onto her lap.

Anna’s “embroidery” could no longer continue; she set the needle basket aside and patiently tidied her sister’s hair.

“Seeing you like this, I just can’t be happy either,” Catherine said dejectedly, “Maybe you should just argue with me again.”

Anna finally showed a hint of a smile, flicking Catherine on the forehead hard enough to make her sister bite back in pain.

The two sisters engaged in playful roughhousing, leaving Scarlett awkwardly as the third wheel, unsure whether to stay or go.

Anna quickly noticed this impoliteness and pushed her sister up, smiling as she asked Scarlett, “Has Mrs. Mitchell not returned from the church yet?”

“Not yet.”

“How about we also go to the cathedral?”

“No, no, no,” Scarlett shook her head vigorously, her chestnut short hair swaying with the wind, “Mother will be displeased to see me; I’d better keep away from her. You go to the church, I’ll go add some grass for Longevity.”

Anna stood up and took out another pair of boots, “There’s no rush for the church, I’ll accompany you to add grass for Longevity.”

Catherine burst out laughing, “Aside from not barking, is that little pony almost being raised as a dog now?”

While they talked, Anna changed her boots.

Scarlett, who had been silent all along, took a deep breath and mustered her courage to ask, “Lady Navarre?”

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Anna paused, “Hmm?”

“You are Lady Navarre, right?”

Anna looked at Scarlett and nodded slowly, “Yes.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Scarlett promised earnestly, her face flushing as she spoke to Anna, “Now that the war is over, you could actually go look for him yourself!”

“What bad advice are you giving?!” Catherine sat up straight, “Just because the combat has ended doesn’t mean it’s safe outside the city!”

However, looking at her sister, Catherine knew her words were in vain.

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The drawbridge was lowered slowly, and eight armed horsemen escorted a carriage out of New Town.

Old Priskin attempted persuasion in vain, only managing to choose eight best men and the finest carriage.

Catherine refused to stay in the city alone, and Scarlett, afraid of being scolded by her mother for her suggestion, wanted to accompany them too, but Anna didn’t take anyone with her.

The city was still dangerous, she knew, but she just couldn’t stay in Revodan any longer.

Less than a mile from the city, the carriage was intercepted.

Luckily, the person who stopped the carriage was Mason.

With Revodan needing a leader, Richard Mason had hurried back from Saint Town to take charge.

“Lady Navarre?” Upon seeing the passenger in the carriage, Mason first expressed surprise, then a bitter smile, “Winters is no longer in Saint Town, I have a letter from him for you. And there’s a guest… Your guest.”

A portly horseman stepped forward, wiping sweat from his brow and greeting her with a slightly ingratiating tone, “Miss, bless the Lord, I have finally met you. It’s so good to see you safe and sound!”

Anna felt a wave of dizziness as the portly horseman was none other than one of her mother’s most trusted partners, “Mr. Leo.”

As Mason returned to Revodan, news of the victory at Iron Peak spread fast to Mont Blanc County, Maplestone City, and the Great Wilderness… reaching all corners.

The infamously formidable Khan Court of Terdun had fallen overnight, to the seemingly inconsequential “Rebels,” a tale that shook the Newly Reclaimed Land, Paratu, and the Great Wilderness like an earthquake.

The aftershocks of which would spread far and wide, from Sheltering Mountain to Golden Summit Mountain – beyond even the wildest predictions of the most audacious pundits.