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Chapter 154 - 119 Honorary Citizen and Antioch’s Decision_1

Chapter 154: Chapter 119 Honorary Citizen and Antioch’s Decision_1

Inside the city hall, Lord Prole strutted back and forth in front of his own troops, proudly declaring to Lady Alice, "Alright, I’ve given you all too much time to consider."

"Tell me, how many more are willing to surrender?"

One by one, Lady Alice’s soldiers started to lay down their weapons.

As Lady Alice glared and pointed a finger at the soldier closest to her who had surrendered, he grimaced and pleaded, "Forgive me, I have a wife and children."

"If I surrender, survival isn’t guaranteed, but if I don’t, death certainly is."

Others began to surrender.

Lady Alice beseeched anxiously, "The Lord will turn you all into serfs..."

The soldiers who had dropped their weapons, particularly the city guards, kept silent, but the people from the Blacksmith Guild started to apologize to Lady Alice.

"I’m sorry, but we have families. We can’t just go off and die."

"That’s right, if there’s no man in the house, how will our wives and children survive?"

"I don’t want my child to become an orphan."

"Even if we have to become serfs, the Lord surely won’t seize our family’s property. We could survive on our present wealth for some time."

The men by Lord Prole’s side sneered at the unfolding scene.

Void of the republican spirit, Parviga could easily capitulate to a show of force.

The autonomous cities within Ambros Territory could hardly compare to the South Peninsula’s Three Republics and the bunch of small republics.

In the end, this is just a city.

Lord Prole smirked at Lady Alice, "Madame, I’ll give you one more chance, only if you surrender..."

’Bang~’

The doors of the city hall were kicked open.

A confident voice rang out, Ivita’s, "I’ve heard someone wants to surrender, so who is it?"

"Lord, you’re being too hasty."

"Let’s all raise our hands to show it."

Lady Alice turned to look at Ivita with elation, as well as the mayor by her side.

Lady Alice excitedly exclaimed, "Lord Ivita, at last you’re here."

"Ah, you’ve even brought the heads of the guilds, that’s wonderful. We need someone as respected as you to uphold justice!"

The Lord was instantly furious. Who dared interrupt his speech?

Was this person wishing for death?

As he turned to rebuke, he saw all the guild leaders, who had been watching him mockingly, following Ivita.

The color drained from Lord Prole’s face as he took a step back, "It’s you?"

"How are you with them? Where are the knights that were supposed to guard you! There are supposed to be four of them."

"There’s even a knight from the Black Feet Army of Wallachia among them."

Chaos erupted among the troops behind the Lord.

Because in reality, the Lord didn’t actually have control over his troops. It’s not because they stand with you that they are truly yours.

A troop’s loyalty towards you depends on the time you dedicate to training them and gaining their recognition.

But the main issue with Lord Prole’s army was that it was a mixed bag of Viscount Winchester’s forces and Parviga’s private soldiers.

Among them were feudal soldiers, mercenaries, militia members loyal to the guilds; a motley group.

An army like this wouldn’t be worth much on an actual battlefield.

Despite appearing to be a large force of nearly five thousand men, it was actually a disorganized mess. Any form of combat would shatter them. They were simply not up to scratch.

Lord Prole was clearly aware of this problem and his forehead was streaming with sweat.

Just like that, the Lord went from being on top of the world to feeling like he was in hell.

As the heads of the guilds appeared before him he was at a loss for what to do.

Because while others still have room to retreat, he did not.

He had made too many enemies.

If he were to surrender, he would certainly be hanged.

In desperation Lord Prole turned to his army and said, "The signet ring is in my hand, you must listen to me."

"Military orders do not recognize individuals!"

As he said this, the initially hesitant soldiers of the guild felt there was logic in Lord Prole’s words.

After all, an army follows their emblem.

Everyone’s gaze turned to Lord Prole. Seeing that a large portion of his troops had turned to him, Lord Prole felt a sense of confidence. He thought Ivita’s appearance was nothing more than a small nuisance.

But it didn’t alter the bigger picture.

Lord Prole threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Haha..."

"Young man, I thought you were someone of significance. I didn’t expect you to be so foolish. Could it be that you are helping Lady Alice because you’re her secret lover’s son?"

"Haha..."

As he reached into his pocket to retrieve the signet ring, he found to his utter astonishment that his pocket was empty. The ring was nowhere to be found.

He only then realized that the ring wasn’t even on his finger anymore.

What happened?

Where did it go?

Lord Prole’s eyebrows shot up as his heartbeat quickened under the watchful eyes of the soldiers.

Only then did the learned man, over half a century old, realize that leading an army requires extraordinary courage and personal capabilities.

When over five thousand soldiers are watching you, scrutinizing you, and you can’t produce proof of your legitimacy.

You panic.

You realize that although you are the nominal owner of the army, an army is not a docile dog, but a dangerous sword.