Ashen Dragon-Chapter 368 - 292 The Extinguished Fire Seed

Chapter 368: Chapter 292 The Extinguished Fire Seed

“Yet another noble lord?”

“Huh? A marquis this time?”

“Which is higher, a marquis or the earl we killed?”

“She won’t force us to mine too, right?”

Upon hearing these words, the serfs immediately started to chatter, the surroundings quickly becoming noisy.

Spark broke out in a cold sweat—he knew these elite Goblin Infantry could slaughter everyone here, and he didn’t want his comrades, who had fought and bled with him, to die in vain.

Sparking up his courage, he stepped forward.

“Marquis Dailenna, do you have something important you wish to discuss?”

Dailenna replied, “Of course, I bring goodwill from the kingdom. You’ve done very well.”

“Goodwill?”

Spark was momentarily perplexed.

Dailenna covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, continuing, “Yes, you are the vanguard against the decayed ruling of the North, even Lord Ramp has heard of you.”

“He mentioned you personally at a meeting and gave you verbal praise, highly commending your activities.”

Spark was a bit confused, but still nervously asked, “So… what arrangements does the kingdom have for us?”

Under the dual pressure of the elite army and the marquis’s status, he unwittingly lowered himself.

And this brought a hint of satisfaction to Dailenna’s eyes.

“The kingdom has already made arrangements.”

The main event was finally about to unfold!

Spark held his breath.

Seeming to sense his unease, Dailenna smiled and reassured him, “Do not worry, the kingdom will not treat anyone harshly.”

Dailenna took out a document from her bosom and spoke calmly, “Brave Fire Seed warriors, you will gain citizenship of the kingdom and be assigned jobs in various city factories, enjoying stable and fulfilling work.”

“Will we have food to eat?”

One serf timidly raised his hand to ask.

“Of course.”

“In our Ashen Kingdom, everyone receives ample food. No one dies of hunger. It is not even an issue.”

Dailenna responded lightly and nodded slightly towards the serf.

“How is that possible?”

“Even the freemen can’t always get enough to eat!”

“No one starves? My god, does such a place really exist?”

The serfs were once again in an uproar, for every person to be well-fed was an unbelievable scenario to them, something akin to paradise and dreams.

“Will we have clothes to wear?”

“Will we freeze to death in winter?”

“Will we not get beaten?”

“Will we have a place to live?”

The serfs, like opening a floodgate, started asking questions one after another, imagining the “good life” that would let them survive.

These questions, which might seem basic or even laughable to modern people, were like Eden to them.

“The kingdom’s clothes are of good quality and cheap.”

“The kingdom’s spellcasters can ensure the city remains warm.”

“Deliberate harm is a violation of the law; even a duke cannot break the Kingdom Code.”

Facing their questions, Dailenna did not show impatience, instead answering them one by one, making the serfs feel comforted.

“Perhaps words are not clear enough; let’s have a more direct demonstration.”

“Snap.”

She clapped her hands lightly, and the guards beside her immediately brought out a wooden box containing a Magic Crystal.

Dailenna activated the crystal, and a semi-transparent image immediately appeared in the air. The serfs raised their heads in astonishment, exclaiming one after another.

—In the image, a worker with a serf brand on his neck was working on a production line. The surroundings were clean and tidy, contrasting starkly with their shabby and dirty huts.

And his work involved simply checking the quality of products and using a machine to stamp an approval label, looking quite effortless, seemingly requiring hardly any strength.

“Is this our future job?”

“Is this even considered working?”

“He eats so much but exerts so little energy?”

The serfs exclaimed again. Since they could remember, they had been toiling like beasts of burden, pulling plows and mining stones. They had never seen such an easy “job” before.

Seeing their astonished faces, Dailenna continued to entice them, “These are our kingdom’s workers, enjoying generous treatment and only doing the easiest jobs.”

Though she intentionally omitted the detail of “at least fifteen hours a day.”

“This marquis is a good person!”

“Yeah, giving us such jobs.”

“Such good conditions.”

“She even answered me personally, not like those nobles in the North at all!”

The serfs enthusiastically discussed, already having a favorable impression of the Marchioness Dailenna, not realizing or caring that this was a result of her deliberate guidance.

“I… I want to be a worker of the kingdom.”

Firewood stammered, his expression full of longing and admiration.

Spark looked around, listening to the serfs’ visions of the future, hearing them revert to calling someone “lord” and feeling deep respect for this Marchioness Dailenna. He felt a pang of discomfort.

“The world shouldn’t be like this.”

Spark thought to himself.

He had just led these serfs to break free from old, decayed shackles, but it seemed they were about to be chained again by invisible heavy chains.

But did he have the right to stop the serfs from pursuing a “better life?”

Did he have the ability to lead people to establish a world without oppression in Anzeta?

The answer was no.

This was also a completely open plot.

The members of Fire Seed would be scattered across various cities, becoming ordinary workers of the kingdom, and the name “Fire Seed” would vanish with time.

Fire Seed might have already been extinguished.

After a long silence, Spark asked them, “Everyone, is this what you all think?”

“Yes.”

“Being able to eat our fill every day and not getting beaten is great.”

“Yeah, it’s like a dream.”

“I’m tired of fighting and killing.”

The serfs answered in unison, discussing their future lives and having no objections to the kingdom’s arrangements.

Dailenna kept that kind smile, nodding slightly towards Spark, as if in acknowledgement.

“Once these serfs are scattered across the North, my reputation among humans will rise even higher.”

“I must maintain this political image, posing as a representative of human interests within the kingdom to climb to a higher position.”

This pureblood Serpentfolk, always disguised as a human, thought to himself.

The serfs were completely swayed by the kingdom’s propaganda. They gave up months of resistance to follow Marchioness Dailenna’s instructions, cooperating with the Goblin Army to take over Dena City.

Spark distanced himself from the excited crowd, silently pondering, lost in thought.

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The first to follow him, Nick, patted his shoulder and whispered.

“The South, there are still many oppressed people there. The slave system might not yet be abolished. We can rekindle the spark there.”

Eventually, Spark clenched his fist, gazing at the distant horizon and said resolutely:

“Alright, let’s go to the South.”

“The spark will never be extinguished.”

However, he did not know that just now, Marquis Dailenna and Nick had a conversation, specifically telling those core members who were unwilling to give up the “Fire Seed”—to head to the South, to the Fadlan Region.

There, they could freely pursue their ambitions and let the spark burn brightly.