The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 891 - 28 Volumes Long Halberd Plowing the Court - 8 Overturning Hand

Chapter 891: 28 Volumes Long Halberd Plowing the Court Chapter 8 Overturning Hand

The Poznan storm swept through the Kingdom of Nicosia like a fierce wind, and the waves it stirred also lapped against the powers of the entire North of the Blue Continent. Rising mysteriously from the Wilderness in the southeast of Nicosia, it seized the source of the rebellion—the Leon Region—in a lightning-fast strike, and put it in perfect order. The wild and fierce Half-Beastmen became obediently prostrate at his feet. If this had only slightly piqued the interest of the noble lords who disdained the distant hinterlands, then the opening of the Catania River route and the occupation of the Bruce Fortress undoubtedly signaled that this noble of humble origins was not so simple.

The fall of Homer caught everyone’s attention, with this presumptuous individual who had overthrown his direct lord now arrogantly claiming to be an heir to one of the Four Great Lords of the Kingdom. His journey to the Southern Mediterranean even resulted in him becoming a vassal of the Iberian Kingdom. The circumstances were simply astonishing. Not even a year had passed, and this man suddenly sent troops surging into Poznan, even signing an incomprehensible land transfer agreement with the master of Poznan, completely disregarding traditional law. And in the midst of all this, a member of the Romanov family was somehow involved.

If the struggle for worldly power would not suffice to captivate people’s attention, then this noble lord, said to have a significant connection to the Dark Lineage, was a thorn in the side of those aligned with the light. Although the battle of Marco had largely contained the spread of information, those with a keen sense of news vaguely understood that the battle seemed to be closely related to Lord Homer. Combined with the frequent southern excursions of the Religious Court, the mysteries involved set minds racing.

Who was this character?

Many were intensely curious about this person of complex and awkward status, wanting to understand whether there were deeper, unseen forces manipulating or supporting him from behind. If not, how could this obscure figure send such comet-like shockwaves through the Northern Continent in just a few short years? Where might the power manipulating him originate from? The Beastmen? The Barbarian Alliance? Or the Dark Lineage from the South?

Many held their breath, watching how the chaotic situation in this region would develop, with various powers considering how to deal with this quietly rising force. Poznan—Homer—Caucasus, and even Flanders beyond the Cordillera Wilderness this line, tangible and intangible, was putting pressure on many.

Komer stood quietly by the window, hands clasped behind his back.

The cool weather of Poznan was suitable for those seeking refuge from the Southern heat, as the breezes from the Mogan Wilderness could significantly disperse the heat here. However, come winter, the bone-chilling wind would force people to stay indoors. Komer did not fancy such places with large temperature variations; the scorching midday sunshine could make it hard to keep one’s eyes open, and the chill at night forced one to grab a blanket.

The Bear Head Flag now flew over Hasselt Fortress in the north of Poznan, while the two-headed eagle standard of the Heine Family had been taken down, signifying that the entire Poznan region had formally come under his control. The beets of the Szczecin Region and the rich oak resources, the flax of the Trelins Area, and the wool from the directly controlled district of Poznan City were all commodities Homer lacked. Groningen, the central city of the Szczecin Region, had always been the most important transit port in the entire North by the Nether Sea, especially given its deep geography extending to the east, making it more convenient than Cyprus to connect with the Northern Continent’s colonial points. Over half of the financial revenue of the Poznan region came from the Szczecin Region, and the toll revenue of Groningen accounted for more than eighty percent of Szczecin’s financial income.

It was a pity that the Beastmen did not fall into his trap; otherwise, half of Silesia would have also fallen into his hands. However, he would not have to wait too long; for Komer, the succulent meat at the edge of his mouth was simply a matter of method and timing.

Hoffman and Katya welcomed his de facto control over the Poznan region, although they had always disapproved of Renta’s steadfast opposition in Poznan. But now it seemed to be of little use; he would not act at their behest, and everything had to fit with his own ideas and appetites.

"Why not continue the march into Silesia? You told me Silesia too would become your possession!"

"I would like to, but the situation has changed. Many things do not shift because of my will. I am not a god."

"But you said Poznan would fall into your hands, and you achieved it."

"Is Poznan not enough to fill your appetite? Your Highness, greed is an unforgivable original sin. Please remember the warnings I gave you, as well as the promises you made to me." Komer did not turn around; the thick fragrance behind him made him aware of who it was without having to think.

"The Silesian army cannot stop your troops’ advances. Everyone can see their weakness. The Poznan people are filled with hatred for them. Now is the perfect opportunity; we cannot stop!"

Renta, whether consciously or unconsciously, had already tied her destiny to Komer’s. The word "we" was an inadvertent sign, amusing to Komer—who since when did he and she become one in sharing a breath and destiny?

"Your Highness, the situation is not as simple as you imagine. Gaining control of Poznan has already upset many people, and not many are happy to see this development. If we take another step forward, it might provoke even greater resistance." Komer did not want to explain too much; Princess Renta’s obsession with power was greater than he had imagined, much like her sister Katya’s, prompting Komer to remind her not to cross the line.

After a moment of silence, Princess Renta seemed to realize that she had become overly excited, and her tone softened, "I just feel that missing this opportunity would be such a pity."

Having already turned around, Komer’s gaze held a hint of inscrutability, "Haste makes waste, what belongs to us will always be ours; it cannot escape."

Princess Renta’s eyes flickered with interest, "Are you saying...?"

"I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying everything is possible." Komer began to smile. The Lady was indeed in a rush. Did she believe she could extend her reach into Silesia? Or did she even have more ambitious plans in mind?

Seeing Princess Renta about to speak then hesitating, Komer changed the subject, "Well, Your Highness, Poznan is already big enough. Szczecin, Trelins, and the native Poznan region - these three areas, though incomparable to Homer, have their advantages that make them one of the Four Great Territories of the Kingdom. I don’t intend to say much, I just hope you can seize this opportunity well."

"What are you trying to say?" Princess Renta keenly sensed something.

"Our interests are aligned. The Anson family, to you and me, are outsiders now, do you understand?"

Princess Renta’s breathing suddenly grew tense, and her eyes became soft and charming yet mixed with complex emotions, "Komer, do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course, Countess of Poznan." Komer suddenly embraced the other’s voluptuous waist with reckless abandon, their eyes locked. The bewitching smile on Komer’s lips sent Renta’s heart into a flutter.

"Komer, don’t do this..."

"Why can’t I do this? Is there anyone else who would dare to interfere with me at this time?"

Letting go, Komer tenderly fixed her dress, returning to his usual calm and natural demeanor.

"I apologize, I got a bit carried away."

"Oh, no, it seems we no longer need to say such things, do we? I just felt the occasion was somewhat inappropriate," Renta said, her voice dry. Was this what she traded her body for? Humiliation? Pain? It didn’t feel like either, as she seemingly didn’t strongly dislike Komer’s bold move, though this was the first time she’d been so close to a man. She thought she was ready for anything and had expected something might happen, but the nervousness and unfamiliarity were swept away by the joy that had been lingering in her for days.

"Renta, I’ve found that we do have some similarities, don’t you think?" Komer asked in return.

"Yes, I had noticed that a while ago. It’s just that our statuses are different, and the opportunities we get are different, so the paths we walk are different too. Yet, seemingly by different routes, we arrive at the same destination. Our trajectories are like flight paths in the sky, unknowingly intertwining again," Renta also felt contemplative.

"That’s good. I hope our trajectories will remain longer and brighter in the night sky of history." (To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. New Chapters are updated frequently, support the author, support authorized reading!)