"That would be great."
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Zilaner Island, Zichuan City.
When the news of victory came, the nominal capital of the Zilaner Kingdom fell into a carnival. The terrible cultists were repelled, and there was finally no need to worry about those evil guys suddenly breaking into the house and killing and burning.
Except for the fleet that participated in the final encirclement, many soldiers have laid down their weapons and returned home to enjoy the post-war tranquility. The entire Zilaner Island has relaxed.
But the atmosphere in the Paro family manor was more depressing than during the war. The servants walked carefully, fearing that they would make any noise and attract attention in the silence.
Everyone who passed by the manor's courtyard would lower their heads, not looking at the one-armed man kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, nor would they want to listen to what the man wearing knight armor standing in the shade said.
"Weining Paro, I think Aixi Mido has damaged your brain. We have already freed those slaves and death row prisoners and released their families. How dare you ask for rewards on their behalf?
The land in the Baltic Sea has already been allocated, there's no place for those bugs, so don't be delusional."
Weining Paro endured the cold and harsh sun of late autumn. The blood from the wound on his left arm dripping onto the stone slab quickly dried up, but he still persisted and spoke in a weak voice.
"My uncle, you are just a knight of the Paro family. You have no right to say these words. I know you want a developed island in the northern Baltic Sea. I won't fight with you for it. I just want a deserted island. I will lead the Nine Demons to build our own utopia..."
“You…you…”
The man's expression turned grim when his thoughts were exposed. He angrily said, "Isn't it enough to give them freedom? They are all death row prisoners and slaves."
Weining Paro raised his head and roared, "Not enough! Kefuwen Paro, do you think I don't know how those death row prisoners came to be? They are just a group of civilians who were convicted of crimes you fabricated!"
Nine demons! Nine out of ten people died on the road to charge, so can't their families have a piece of land of their own? "
Weining Paro was already weeping and yelled at the kneeling Dad: "Father, please say something. I once said to my soldiers,
If my glory is shattered, I will become a Nine Demons. If I am reduced to slavery, I will become a Nine Demons. If the will to die flows, I will become a Nine Demons. I am willing to personally take down the Nine Demons' black flag...
But...but the glory is lost, what's the point of taking down the flag? I don't want my soldiers to die in vain! "
After a long time, there was no movement in the house, and Weining Paro smiled bitterly.
"If you don't agree, I am willing to resign as the heir of the Paro family and ask for a piece of territory. I will take them to the Baltic Sea."
But there was still no response. Weining Paro was completely desperate, so he stood up silently, wiped his tears with his one arm, turned around and walked out of the manor gate.
"Father, you always threaten me that if I don't obey you, you will find me a stepmother to give birth to a younger brother and banish me to a deserted island. This time, I may do as you wish.
I will take the Nine Demons to a place that will accept them. I will ensure that the Nine Demons' black flag never falls. If the glory is shattered, I will personally take down the Nine Demons' black flag!"
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