Immortal Creed

Chapter 235: New Kara


Five days passed quickly. Liens rarely went out. Most of his time was spent either researching "Anchor Points" in the Instance or cultivating in reality to strengthen his momentum and elements.

However, through the "Anchor Points," he could still feel the beliefs transmitted from most of Kara City's citizens, and the overall sentiment was positive.

This indicated that regardless of whether the Rebel Army was just putting on a show, at least they had done some practical things that allowed the citizens to feel at ease, and that was enough.

Judge by actions, not by intentions; if by intentions, there would be no saints.

Whether out of ideals or self-interest, as long as they can make the lives of ordinary citizens better, they are qualified leaders.

"Mr. Liens."

A soft call echoed in the quiet room.

"Is it time?"

Liens opened his eyes and looked at Reid.

"Yes, the ceremony for New Kara City is about to begin. I've come to invite you over."

Reid replied.

"Then let's go."

"Please hold my hand. I will take you quickly to the ceremony's location through the Shadow Realm."

Reid extended his right hand in front of Liens.

Liens did not refuse, taking Reid's hand. Subsequently, under the influence of magic, the two fell into the Shadow Realm together.

He had already tested the Shadow Realm through the Instance before. Although it was difficult to discern the fundamental basis of the Shadow Realm's existence traversing it was not dangerous for him.

Led by Reid, through a monochrome reflection of reality, the two arrived at a spacious square from a shadow in reality.

In the center of the square was a wooden platform that looked like it had been temporarily erected. Outside the platform stood countless ordinary citizens, densely packed.

There were so many people, as if all the citizens of Kara City had come here. Even their whispers merged into a roaring sound, making it exceptionally lively.

Everyone seemed to be anticipating what was about to happen.

Feeling the emotions of the people around him, Liens couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Although it was just a rough perception, he could see that the mental state of the people present was very good, much better than the lifeless, seemingly hopeless feeling he had seen in the Instance when he first arrived.

"Life might not be getting better, but it hasn't gotten worse... Honestly, what the Rebel Army has done these past few days has really changed my previous impression of them."

Monica, at some point, walked up to Liens and sighed softly.

"Long time no see, Mr. Liens."

Monica greeted Liens with a bright smile.

"Hello, Miss Monica... It's only been five days, so it hasn't been that long."

Liens nodded slightly, also smiling in response to Monica.

At the same time, he also noticed that Monica's existence as a celebrity in a certain sense, made the already conspicuous platform even more eye-catching.

Many people in the square cast their gazes this way, and their discussions shifted from the upcoming ceremony to his identity, and even his relationship with Monica.

Liens himself didn't care about being watched by these people, but being stared at by so many was still a bit uncomfortable.

So, with a thought, a flicker of light flashed in Liens' eyes, and his own sense of "existence" in others' eyes began to fade.

Even if many people's eyes swept over him, they would automatically shift to more eye-catching places nearby—namely, Monica beside him.

"Strange, why do I feel like the sense of being watched has intensified so much? Is it because there are too many people here?"

Due to her appearance and her identity as a priestess, Monica was already accustomed to being watched, but the sudden change still made her feel a bit uneasy.

So she also used divine magic to slightly conceal her figure. Feeling the gazes lessen, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, then continued to chat with Liens.

Liens responded to Monica intermittently, but because he could directly read Monica's emotions, his simple words still made Monica very happy.

Even Reid, who was beside them, felt that the two were having a pleasant conversation, so he found an excuse to leave the platform, leaving the space to the two of them.

Time slowly passed, and the content of their conversation was nothing particularly noteworthy.

But the only thing that puzzled Liens was that, during what he considered a very normal conversation, the causal link between Monica and him had surprisingly strengthened significantly.

This strange phenomenon made his gaze towards Monica become somewhat peculiar.

"What's wrong, Mr. Liens? Is there something strange on my face?"

Noticing Liens' strange gaze, Monica felt a little shy.

"Nothing, I just discovered something not very important but a bit difficult to understand."

Liens withdrew his gaze and replied calmly.

"What thing..."

"Dong—"

Just as Monica was about to press further, a bell suddenly rang, signifying that the ceremony was finally about to begin.

Understanding the solemnity of the moment, Monica put aside her questions and adopted a serious and solemn expression.

Not just her, the citizens in the square also stopped their lively discussions and focused their attention on the stage. Soon, only the lingering bell sounds filled the square.

The bell stopped.

Two guards in Rebel Army uniforms, with large sabers on their backs, escorted a middle-aged male Fat Man in a prisoner's uniform onto the high platform in the square.

That Fat Man was none other than the Lord of Kara City—Paul Hartwin.

However, at this moment, his condition was much more disheveled than when Liens first saw him in the Lord's Mansion, and his figure seemed to have thinned considerably.

The two guards forcibly made Paul kneel on the high platform. Ben then slowly walked onto the high platform and stood beside Paul.

"Even without my introduction, many of you should know who the person kneeling before us is... That's right, it's the Lord of our Kara City."

"Paul Hartwin, a legitimate member of the Hartwin Kingdom's royal family."

"As Lord, he should have been responsible for guiding the people and improving their lives, but he did nothing, even issuing various oppressive decrees that exploited the people."

"Including various unreasonable taxes, arbitrary price hikes, and selling off various basic necessities... Even when everyone struggled to eat their fill, he kept selling grain outside."

"Why is it that despite no natural disasters and abundant harvests in the fields every year, we still struggle to eat our fill?"

"Why do we do the hardest work every day, yet can barely afford a cotton coat to ward off the cold wind?"

"Why do we have to sell our bodies, or even sell our children to become servants, just to allow ourselves and our children to survive?"

"Why..."

"Too much. All of this is too unfair... So we overthrew the root cause of all this, the nobles of this city."

"I know you still have doubts about us, and that's perfectly normal, but we will prove with our actions that we are different from those nobles."

"I hope to work with everyone to build an era that belongs to each and every one of us."

"In that era, everyone will have enough to eat, everyone will have dignity, and no one will be bullied."

"This might be difficult, and we might even fail in the end, but even if we fail, I hope that because we were here, everyone will realize..."

"Humans are not born to kneel."

The resolute words resounded in every corner of the square. The already excited crowd below erupted in unprecedented cheers the moment the words fell.

Amidst these cheers, Ben continued to read in his firm and solemn voice.

"Today, we will execute this former Lord."

"With this, we bid farewell to the era of old noble rule and usher in a new Kara City."

"Execution!"

As the words fell, the large saber held at Paul's neck also fell. At this moment, the people's cheers became even more jubilant, and everyone tried their best to celebrate the arrival of this moment with their voices.

Even Monica's face showed a hint of joy. Only Liens' brow had furrowed slightly when Ben began to speak, and he maintained a solemn expression thereafter.

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