Game of the World Tree - Chapter 893

893. Chapter 889: The Resistance (Updated)

“Resist! We must resist! Overthrow the nobles and the Eternal Church, and establish a fair and beautiful country like the Maple Moon Free Territory!”

In a tavern in Mania City, an obviously drunk man said angrily.

His voice was very loud, and it could be heard clearly in the small tavern, causing the people around him to cast a look of fear, admiration, but also a little alienation and pity.

Almost instantly, there was a lot of empty space beside him, leaving only his companions with a terrified look, nervously pulling his sleeves, and looking in a certain direction of the tavern worriedly, while he couldn’t help but whispered anxiously:

“Are you crazy!? The guards are drinking over there, and they will come to catch you soon after hearing your complaints!”

Hearing his companion’s words, the drunkard burped. His

eyes, which were a little red because he didn’t know whether he drank too much or was too angry, stared at a silver-armored guard sitting on the other side of the tavern, who also had a large empty seat next to him. There seemed to be endless flames in the depths of his eyes.

“So what if I’m caught? The worst that can happen is death! Rather than being forced to death by the new tax bill and conscription decree, it’s better to stand up and resist! I’m going to die anyway, and I’ll die in Doloria Castle. Maybe I’ll be remembered by the world like Lord St. John!”

The drunkard pounded the table with his fists and roared angrily.

After hearing his words, the people in the tavern had complicated looks.

It seemed that they thought of a series of events that had happened in the kingdom recently, and a feeling of grief spread in the tavern.

The drunkard continued to complain, and he drank, roared, and cried.

Infected by him, the mood of the tavern guests also became obviously lost and sad, and under the sadness, what was suppressed was dissatisfaction and anger…

The voices of discussion one after another were faintly heard:

“But… what can we do? The nobles are too powerful, but we have nothing…”

“Yeah, the noble lord can raze this entire tavern to the ground with just one magic. How can we resist?”

“No! Can’t we resist just because we are weak? I think he is right. No matter how weak we are, we must bite off a piece of meat from these hateful noble pigs and church dogs!”

“The Church of Life is right. We are all citizens of the empire. Why should they be so high and mighty? Why should they be superior to others and oppress us?”

“That’s right! The greed of the nobles and the Eternal Church is bottomless. If we don’t resist, our situation will only get worse and worse!”

“We must resist! We must overthrow this corrupt country!”

People became more and more excited and angry as they spoke. In the end, the whole tavern seemed to be ignited by the anger of the civilians.

The tavern suddenly became quiet again until the guard sitting on the inside stood up.

Guards can only be extraordinary people, and as the Mannia guards loyal to the empire, they are also the hounds raised by the royal family, the nobility and the church.

For a moment, everyone’s eyes were focused on the guards, with strong hostility, dissatisfaction and fear hidden deep inside. The

guard did not pay attention to the gazes of these civilians.

He stared at the drunkard who complained first, with a deep gaze.

Feeling the guard’s gaze, the drunkard glared at him and shouted:

“What are you looking at? Aren’t you going to arrest the followers of the Church of Life? Aren’t you going to arrest the rebels? Come and arrest me! You are a running dog of the Church and the Empire! Bah!”

The guard frowned and walked towards him, but was soon stopped by the flattering tavern owner:

“Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight, calm down, calm down, don’t bother with him, a fool. I know this guy, he is very honest on weekdays, but he must have drunk too much today! Don’t bother with him…”

At the same time, several young citizens who had just been discussing and also showed strong disgust for the nobles and the church also stood up, either blocking the drunkard or standing with him.

The guard raised his eyebrows and walked over to the tavern owner.

The civilians on the drunkard’s side picked up the wine bottles and fruit knives on the table without making a sound, and some even picked up stools.

They stared at the guards as if they were facing a great enemy.

A tense atmosphere began to spread in the tavern.

“Come on! Noble’s lackeys! Let me see if you guards are really as powerful as the legend says!”

The drunkard cursed with red eyes.

For a moment, the smell of gunpowder in the tavern became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that a fight might break out at any time.

The tavern owner’s expression changed slightly. He looked around and quickly stopped the waiter and gave him an order, and the waiter ran out in a hurry.

However, just when everyone thought that a fight was about to break out, the guard just reached out and patted the drunkard’s shoulder gently:

“Calm down, friend, it’s meaningless to be passionate.”

After saying that, he walked out of the tavern without looking back, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said:

“Besides, I’m just a guard, not a noble or a monk.”

Then, his figure disappeared from people’s sight.

Only the confused drunkard and other civilians were left, as well as the relieved tavern owner.

After a while, a soldier who was obviously dressed as a mercenary walked in with the waiter. His eyes wandered around the tavern and frowned:

“Where are the guards?”

“Gone, gone.”

The tavern owner said with fear.

“Gone?”

The mercenary was stunned.

Then, he was a little confused:

“Can those bastards leave so calmly after the conflict?”

“Who knows… I don’t know when these anxious days will end…”

The tavern owner sighed.

“Hey, if you can’t deal with the noble pigs and church dogs, then it will never end!” The mercenary

sneered.

The tavern owner was stunned, as if he didn’t expect that the mercenary in front of him, who was said to be often employed by the imperial government and had a good relationship with the Mannia City Guard, would say so.

…

On the other side, the guards who left the tavern turned left and right and soon turned into an inconspicuous alley in Mannia.

He went deep into the alley and knocked on the door.

“Who?”

A vigilant question came from inside the door.

“It’s me, Bowen.”

The guard said in a low voice.

The door opened quickly, and a young man appeared and said in surprise:

“Captain Bowen, you are here!”

The guard named Bowen nodded slightly.

“Is the mentor here?”

he asked.

“He has arrived and is waiting for you inside. There are new guests today.”

“New guests?”

Bowen raised his eyebrows.

After speaking, he looked at the other party’s somewhat excited look, and his heart moved:

“Could it be someone from the southwest?”

As if he found that he had let something slip, the young man quickly covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, then slowly put down his hand, and smiled mysteriously:

“You will know when you see the mentor.”

Seeing the young man’s confidential look, Bowen laughed.

He shook his head slightly and walked into the room.

The young man looked around cautiously after Bowen entered, and finally quietly closed the door.

After entering the room, passing through the living room and the corridor, Bowen came to the deepest room.

“Teacher, Captain Bowen is here.”

The young man knocked on the door and said respectfully.

Then, a strong voice came from the door:

“Come in.”

The young man stepped aside, and Bowen took a breath, adjusted his armor, and pushed the door open.

This is a small conference room. In the front is a small and beautiful statue of the goddess. At the conference table, there is a middle-aged man in a white priest robe.

Bowen knelt on one knee, stretched out his hand and drew a standard scepter symbol on his chest, and said solemnly:

“Bowen, deputy commander of the 7th Imperial Guards… meets the teacher!”

“Don’t be so reserved. We are all believers of the goddess and comrades fighting for our ideals.”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

After saying that, he straightened his face again and asked seriously:

“Sir Bowen, do you have any news recently?”

Bowen sighed softly:

“Since the implementation of the new law, things have become more and more chaotic. Just before I came here, I almost had a conflict with someone in the tavern, and the reason was just because I was a member of the Guards Corps.”

“The anger of the people is already difficult to suppress…”

After hearing his words, the middle-aged man sighed:

“There is no way. The nobles and the Eternal Church have never truly regarded ordinary people, especially the vast majority of the grassroots people, as compatriots. This is the sorrow of the empire and the sorrow of mankind.”

Then he asked again:

“By the way, how is the legion?”

Bowen’s expression became serious:

“Except for the commander’s trusted troops, 70% of the soldiers are willing to join the side of justice at the most critical moment to resist the corrupt empire!”

“Very good! With your joining, we will definitely defeat the darkness and usher in the light!”

The middle-aged priest was overjoyed.

After hearing his words, Bowen said with emotion:

“You also know that most of the people in the Seventh Guards Corps who are responsible for staying behind are selected from civilians. Everyone has long been dissatisfied with the practices of the Empire in recent years.”

“It’s all for the future…”

The middle-aged priest sighed softly.

Bowen thought about it and said worriedly:

“But… Teacher, our Seventh Guards Corps is too weak. Even if all of them join the resistance, it is probably difficult to defeat the power of the nobles and seize control of the parliament.”

“So, we have to find a stronger force!”

The middle-aged priest said with a firm look.

Bowen’s heart moved:

“Teacher, I heard from Ruofray that there are guests coming today? Is it related to this?”

The middle-aged priest smiled slightly:

“This is exactly what I want to say next. Aren’t you always curious about who I learned the teachings of Her Majesty the Goddess from? Today I will introduce you to my former mentor…”

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the back door on the other side of the conference room.

Bowen was curious and hurriedly followed.

The back door of the conference room leads to a small courtyard, and in the courtyard, there is a lush oak tree.

Under the oak tree, a tall red-haired elf is standing with his hands behind his back, admiring the fountain not far away.

Elf?!

Bowen’s eyes widened, and then he was refreshed.

“Lord Demacia, Bowen is here.”

The middle-aged priest said respectfully.

Demacia…

Hearing this familiar name, Bowen was slightly stunned.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn’t remember it for a while.

Until the middle-aged priest reminded him:

“Lord Demacia is one of the compilers of the “Holy Book of Life” and has extremely high attainments in the theoretical research of the Church of Life. It was also him who recorded the legendary story of Lord St. John and opened our minds!” It

turned out to be him!

Bowen suddenly realized and then stood in awe.

He knelt on one knee and bowed to Demacia respectfully and excitedly:

“Life believer Bowen… greets Lord Demacia!”

“Haha, no need to be so polite, no need to be so nervous, we are all believers of the goddess, we are all family.”

Demacia laughed.

Don’t say it, when this frivolous guy gets serious, he really looks a bit intimidating.

Feeling Demacia’s warm attitude, Bowen’s respect for him increased.

The middle-aged priest bowed and said respectfully:

“Lord Demacia, I just discussed with Bowen that although we have decided to resist, our strength is too weak. Even with the guards Bowen instigated, we may not be able to defeat the nobles with high-level or even legendary professionals…”

“You said before that you will bring us new strength. Does it mean that the Elf Forest will send out the Elf Chosen Legion?”

The middle-aged priest and Bowen looked expectant, but Demacia shook his head slightly:

“No, the crisis of the human world and the history of the human world are of course best solved and rewritten by humans themselves. We will provide some combat power, but the most important thing is you all.”

“Ourselves?”

The two were slightly stunned.

“You mean, do you mean that there is any power we can fight for?”

The middle-aged priest’s eyes lit up.

“To be more precise, they have been won over. What we need to do now is to liberate them and let them join us.”

Demacia replied with a smile.

“Liberation?”

The two looked at each other with confusion.

Demacia smiled and asked meaningfully,

“Teachers, tell me… apart from the Eternal Church, where is the place with the largest number of Transcendents in the entire Mania?”

“The Imperial Parliament? Most of the nobles are extraordinary people with good strength.”

Bowen thought.

“No.”

Demacia shook his head.

As he said that, he turned around and looked in a certain direction:

“In Mannia, outside the Eternal Church, the place with the most extraordinary power is not the parliament, nor the palace, but there.”

The two followed his gaze and saw a towering and gloomy castle.

It was the castle where the political prisoners and pagans of the Holy Mannia Empire were imprisoned. It was a prison that was said to never be breached. It was also one of the symbols of the authority of the entire Holy Mannia Empire-Dorolia.

(End of this chapter)