Chapter 1210 Sickle and Hammer
At the same time, inside the residence of the 'Hand of the King', Narga had just received a pigeon message from Fisher. After learning about the situation, according to the wisdom of the 'Hand of the King', he naturally understood why the other party refused to continue sending troops.
Indeed, continuing to send troops is not in the other side's interests.
But for the benefit of their Smith Kingdom, he still had to try his best to reach a consensus with the other party and let them continue to send troops to assist them, even if it meant asking them to pay enough "rewards" for it.
The key here, to put it bluntly, is interest. As long as the interest outweighs the risk, or as long as the other party is tempted, then there is still room for negotiation.
However, Nargar was undoubtedly aware that Fisher did not have this ability, so he might need to make the trip in person.
Just as Narga was thinking this, there was a sudden commotion in the distance, and he seemed to vaguely hear someone shouting something.
This made Narga feel inexplicably uneasy. He quickly stood up from his desk piled with 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...
"Someone! Someone, come quickly! Go and check what happened in the castle?!"
However, before he finished his words, a slightly abrupt voice sounded in the room.
"That's not necessary. If you want to know, I can tell you directly."
Hearing this, Narga was shocked.
"Who are you? What did you do?"
Narga calmed himself down and turned around, staring fiercely at the voice that almost merged with the shadow in the room, trying to intimidate the other party.
"Long time no see, Lord Narga."
As the voice sounded, a brown-haired white man slowly walked out from the shadows.
"Long time no see? Did we know each other before?"
While speaking, Narga's eyes kept moving over the brown-haired man.
In Smith's Kingdom, people of all skin colors except black were slaves.
But Narga did not develop any discriminatory mentality because of this. He just asked the other party the questions in his heart seriously and solemnly.
"You may not remember me. I was only thirteen years old that year. I was almost beaten to death on the street. It was you who stopped the man and saved me."
Having said that, the brown-haired man bowed to the other party seriously.
"Let me formally introduce myself. I am Gilt, a cadre of the Revolutionary Army."
As Gilt spoke, he showed a mark on his chest. On the mark, a sickle and a hammer were crossed together, causing Narga's pupils to shrink.
He had no impression of Gilt.
Judging from the other person's age, this happened at least ten years ago.
Not to mention that over the years, Narga had rescued more than one or two slaves.
He is one of the very few black people who has no discrimination or slavery mentality towards other races, and even shows sympathy and compassion to a certain extent.
However, he also knew that he could not change the system. If he wanted to change the system, it would be equivalent to becoming an enemy of all the powerful people in the country! He believed that he could not do this.
Therefore, over the years, he just did what he could within his ability.
But even so, he had saved countless slaves over the years, so how could he remember a small thing he had done ten years ago? However, Nargar remembered the mark on Gilt's body.
Over the years, he had actually noticed that there had been a certain force operating in secret within the Smith Kingdom, but he had never been able to accurately catch the other party's tail.
The only information that can be confirmed is the symbol in front of us!
"Revolutionary Army?"
The word "revolution" was a brand new word to Narga, but from the other party's tone, actions, and identity, Narga had roughly understood the meaning of the word.
"You were the ones who set the castle on fire? What did you want to do?"
“I didn’t do anything, actually.”
Gilt paused.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Smith V is dead."
The moment he heard this, Narga's heart skipped a beat, but he managed to control 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 Hundred Refining Realm level."
Narga was very confident and didn't believe that the other party had the ability to do so.
Given the environment in the Smith Kingdom, it would be good enough for a group of slaves to survive, but it was 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 time, facing the doubts from Narga, Gilt, who was standing opposite, was not annoyed at all, but calmly said...
"The leader of our revolutionary army is a strong man at the level of Diamond Realm."
After saying that, Gilt raised his hand as he looked at Narga, whose expression was changing constantly.
"Don't be too quick to doubt, because you will see him next."
As he spoke, Gilt made a 'please' gesture.
"You saved my life. I don't want to be violent with you. Please cooperate."
Having said that, Gilt thought for a moment and then 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 believe that we share the same ideals."
After listening to Gilt's words, Narga was shaken as never before.
If he had previously expressed doubts about the fact that the leader of the revolutionary army possessed the strength of the Vajra Realm, Gilt's subsequent words gradually forced him to believe it.
If he thought about it carefully, even according to his understanding, this so-called revolutionary army had been lurking within their Smith Kingdom for many years.
The fact that he hadn't taken action before was enough to prove that he wasn't the kind of person who would act impulsively when hot-headed.
At the same time, after so many years, it is impossible for the other party to be unaware of General Fisher's strength. This is no secret within the Smith Kingdom.
With this as a premise, unless they also possess the strength of the King Kong Realm, if 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's heart trembled.
"Your Majesty, is he really dead?"
This time, Gilt did not answer, but just kept on saying "please" quietly.
Seeing this, Narga already had the answer in his mind.
He took a deep breath and walked outside.
At the same time, on the top of the castle outside the window illuminated by the fire, the flag symbolizing the royal power of the Smith family broke and fell, and was replaced by a fiery red flag with a sickle and hammer mark. Under the light of the fire and accompanied by the blowing night wind, it rustled, as if announcing the arrival of a new era!
(End of this chapter)
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