The brave man opened the coffin and rose

"The so-called shadow that may be heading straight for the town is just a summary of the previous information."

The boy wrapped in a hood spoke hesitantly.

Although those eyes were observant enough, he always felt a little inferior and was reluctant to speak out his thoughts.

What if... it's wrong?

Such thoughts kept lingering around him.

Is it a mistake to leave the family?

Is it a wrong choice to become a pharmacist?

Was it a mistake to choose fractal bacteria as the new recipe for the calming potion?

Due to the influence of sedimentation, the number of magical plants in the North far exceeds that of other places.

However, it is precisely because plants such as the tobacco stem and the poinciana flower are too prevalent that the profession of pharmacist has actually become very cheap.

After all, for the general public, if daily ailments can be easily solved by relying on natural products, naturally no one would spend time studying difficult and complicated diseases.

Difficult and complicated diseases? Only a few people died.

If you can treat bruises, injuries, headaches and fevers, you are a qualified pharmacist.

As for resolving the backlash of the warlock's magic web... it is not something that a pharmacist of the same level who makes rose red powder to treat headaches and fever can handle.

Is it wrong for me to choose to delve into this path?

Seeing that Matthew was lost in his emotions again, the others did not force him to speak.

They could more or less understand what the shadow Matthew mentioned meant.

They were a group of people who were engaged in business of trading medicinal materials.

Along the way, I also got a clear understanding of the current situation in the country.

The capital was under martial law, domestic soldiers were frequently transferred, and the lizardmen of the Eastern Wilderness seemed to have begun their annual westward advance again.

And now, a former soldier appeared, with battle scars on his legs, sitting in the street where the mayor's hall was located in a rather dejected manner...

The situation has become obvious.

After the battle, the defeated soldiers came to ask for help in a miserable state with even their weapons and equipment lost, but they were ignored by those in power.

"Matthew must be saying that Sweetleaf Town will be in danger. Let's sell the remaining medicine, buy some supplies, and leave immediately."

After discussing for a few sentences, the people who were traveling with Matthew immediately made up their minds.

However, no one noticed that after receiving the potion they gave him, Anglaus's wounds had healed and he was able to move.

He stood twenty or thirty steps away, staring greedily at their bulging backpacks.

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When General Paddy received the news from the Mage Tower, he had already integrated the soldiers in the northeast region.

Through reasonable deployment, a group of them were killed by infighting; a group of them were dispersed and reorganized by gaining command; and a group of those special but powerful troops were won over.

After these three moves, General Paddy had already gained control of nearly one-third of the army.

It’s just a pity that among the four-fifths of the country’s troops that he had managed to mobilize, there are several colleagues whose reputations are just as high as his.

After their own troops lost contact or sent back news of reorganization.

Some of them immediately realized their conspiracy and refused to send their troops to the eastern battlefield to help him deal with the Lizardmen, who did not exist in large numbers.

However, after understanding what General Paddy had done, a few of them began to want to compete for the world.

He is a general, and so am I; he can rebel... no, revolt, why can't I revolt?

As a result, the army, which had been fooled by General Paddy's frequent dispatches, finally realized that something was wrong before he had completely digested it.

"It's not a big problem... Being able to get one third is already an absolute advantage."

The country's fragmented army is the only one that is most completely integrated in his own hands.

Now that I am in the small kingdom of Wommza, who can stop me?

"Besides, I'm afraid no one knows that the Mage Tower has fallen to me and the King's Capital is under my control."

The lights were turned on in the tent.

And General Paddy's figure was completely revealed.

He is a tall, bronze-skinned man with a determined and sharp gaze and thick black hair.

Black hair is not common in the North; this color is more like the bloodline of the far south or the three eastern kingdoms.

Although he has entered middle age, his every move still reveals a decisive temperament.

"There is no doubt that I am as fierce as when I dealt with the eldest prince..." General Paddy said to himself in the bronze mirror.

Back then, I and that old guy who only had a few fingers on his body joined forces to support Robert Jr. to take the throne. Wasn’t it just for this day?

In any case, the courage to sacrifice others is also a common form of courage in the North.

And now, he was about to launch a rebellion that could not be more ordinary, just like the countless regime changes after the end of the Northern Settlement.

"We don't have time to continue to develop slowly in the mountains. I'm afraid that there are already several troops in the country preparing to 'revolt'."

"We must capture cities, towns, and castles immediately, and secure a quick passage to the capital."

Although the people of the North are accustomed to conspiracies, the necessary rituals still have to be performed.

As long as he entered the royal capital and accepted the abdication of the fake king created by those guys in the Mage Tower, he would have a more solid legitimacy and reason for the conquest.

"Let me see, Raven Castle, Mud City..."

General Paddy picked up an exquisite dagger and gently scratched his finger, and a trace of blood oozed out.

He looked at the blood, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, "Nationals are just currency, and I should be the country!"

Then, he used his bloody finger to scratch a long mark in the northeast corner of the map of the small kingdom of Wommza.

Finally, they settled on a corner of the highway on the edge of the Baique Forest near the national border.

"Let the reorganized team seal off this place first."

He turned to the door and said to the guard, "Pass the order. Let Davis's troops set out on time tomorrow morning to take over Sweet Leaf Town."

"If anyone dares to resist, kill them all."

"It's time to let those foolish civilians know who has been keeping them safe for so long."

"And the rage of the warriors is something they cannot bear."

The soldiers took the order and left, and General Paddy looked up at the map hanging in the tent. Most of the edges of the eastern border were marked with small black flags.

That is an area of ​​uncertain safety, and it should be full of Lizardmen by now.

Only a handful of adventurers were hired to fight the Lizardmen invasion, so this was a natural outcome.

Although those adventurers managed to deal with some small groups of Lizardmen by chance.

However, can a few excellent assassins reverse the advance of the Lizardmen army?

But it doesn't matter.

There was a determined gleam in General Paddy's eyes. The place was full of civilians, including several private farms belonging to Robert Jr.

Even the tax officials don't go there, so why should I care about it?

The death and destruction of those people is just an insignificant price on the road to getting the crown.