I was a knight in the Middle Ages

As the morning light slanted into the command room, Phyllis rushed through the carved corridor in her high heels. Most of her pearl hair ornaments came loose as she ran, and stray hairs at her temples clung to her flushed cheeks with a thin layer of sweat.

When Phyllis burst through the oak door, Alpha was leaning against the windowsill wiping his sidearm, the metal parts gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Lord Alpha! The special envoy from Baror, Torres, the Allison family's Gorbachev, and the Orff family's Aronni have already disembarked from the train! Phyllis, leaning against the door frame, was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each rapid breath. They demanded that we receive them with the highest honors!

Alpha loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one with fluid, effortless movements.

As Alpha turned, his military boots rolled across the Persian carpet. He stopped in front of Phyllis and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief: "Look at you, all sweaty from running."

The voice was deep and resonant, like the crushed morning light. Ignore them; this is our territory. If you don't want to come, turn back the way you came.

Phyllis gazed into those deep, icy eyes, her Adam's apple bobbing: But they were a top European family... Such disrespect would likely...

What would happen? Alpha suddenly approached, Phyllis's back pressed against the cold French window, the man's scent mixed with gunpowder and cedar enveloped her.

Alpha flicked a strand of her hair with his fingertip and twirled it between his fingers. Even if you lay out a red carpet and fire a salute, will these jackals sheathe their fangs? Last month's mining city crisis, who do you think was behind it all?

The sharp cry of a falcon came from outside the window, and Phyllis thought of the various resources that had suddenly run out of stock, as well as the various resources that had disappeared from the warehouse.

Phyllis bit her lip, but before she could speak, Alpha wrapped his arm around her waist.

The man's warm breath brushed against my ear: Remember, we bear the name of the Ottoman Empire, and we must wave this banner when necessary.

An hour later, Phyllis staggered out of the office, her silk shirt buttoned up incorrectly, and there was an ambiguous red mark on her neck.

Phyllis hurriedly tidied her appearance in front of the bronze mirror. Her fingertips touched the bite mark on the back of her neck. She remembered Alpha pinning her against the filing cabinet and saying that they wanted to see her make a fool of herself. She was determined not to let them have their way, and her cheeks immediately burned.

As the steam train's whistle rang out once more across the platform, Phyllis walked toward the platform in her seven-centimeter heels.

The morning light shone on her straight back, and the curtains of the Alpha office behind her were slowly drawn back.

The man leaned against the window, lit a cigar, and looked at the visitors in the distance, dressed in suits but with gloomy faces, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Smoke and the smell of burnt earth swirled in the wind. The Orff family representative covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowning as he looked at the burning watchtower in the distance: "They haven't even broken through the outer defenses, and they're already calling us to talk about acquiring the mining city? Do they really think we're a fire brigade?"

His entourage whispered among themselves, the sound of their boots crunching over gravel particularly jarring in the silence.

Alpha leaned against the roof of the armored wagon, the hem of his military overcoat billowing up in the blast of air, revealing the gleaming sidearm at his waist.

Alpha twirled his cigar, the embers flickering in the twilight: "Gentlemen, please be patient. This rabble is at its last gasp. Before sunrise tomorrow, I guarantee you'll see a white flag of surrender."

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled explosion suddenly came from afar, startling a flock of crows.

Castelbel abruptly loosened his tie, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses blazing with anger: "Another day? Do you know how much risk we're taking in these 24 hours? My caravan is..."

"When did it become your place to point fingers here?" Alpha's voice suddenly turned as cold as a knife.

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow swept over everyone's heads like a ghost, and Castelbel was thrown into the air, crashing heavily onto a pile of sandbags three meters away.

Castor's top hat rolled to the ground, revealing a bloody scratch on his forehead.

The air solidified instantly.

Alpha slowly put on his tactical gloves, the click of the metal buckles clearly audible: it seems someone has forgotten whose territory this is.

Thirty heavily armed guards emerged from the shadows, their specially made magic guns gleaming with eerie blue runes, their muzzles all aimed at Castelbel.

"I'm going to kill you!" Casterbel struggled to pull out his pistol, but Baikal held his wrist firmly.

The tall bodyguard's muscles were taut, veins bulging on his forehead: "Sir, calm down! Now is the time to make a move..."

Final warning. Alpha strode forward, his military boots crushing Castelbel's fallen pocket watch, shards of the dial scattering at the other's feet.

Lay down your weapons, and you might at least get a decent body. Otherwise… Alpha suddenly leaned down, his cigar tip almost touching the other’s terrified eyes. “I don’t mind adding some color to this negotiation with your blood.”

Baikal pulled his master back with all his might, and Castelbel staggered back behind his attendants, his chest heaving violently.

Bugle calls echoed in the distance. Alpha straightened up, gazing at the sunlight about to spread across the horizon with a soft smile.

This meticulously designed psychological warfare proved more effective than guns and cannons in tearing apart the so-called dignity of the aristocracy.

The roaring sounds from deep within the mine veins mingled with the scraping of metal, and fine metallic dust floated in the air of the mining town, shimmering like a golden galaxy under the illumination of the magic chandeliers.

However, beneath this seemingly magnificent scene lies endless danger.

"Lord Alpha, the enemy in the West City has rioted!" A sentry covered in blood stumbled into the command hall.

His armor was covered with sword marks and magical burns, and the spear in his hand was bent and deformed, clearly indicating that the knight had just been withdrawn from the front lines.

"The enemy is coming on strong, our defenses... can't hold out much longer!" Before the sentry could finish speaking, he collapsed heavily to the ground, blood quickly spreading across the cold stone bricks.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to Alpha, who was sitting in the high seat.

Alpha, clad in jet-black steel armor, curled a cold smile at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if he had been eagerly anticipating this moment.

"Everyone, get to your positions! Since the enemy wants to be reincarnated sooner, let them go to hell for good." Alpha's deep and powerful voice echoed in the hall.

"Hand over the southern city to Mu Nai. Make sure the enemy is completely trapped there. Leave the outer city to Luo Lin. Use your cavalry advantage to prevent a single enemy from breaking out of the encirclement. As for the task of conquering cities and seizing territory, give Kun Tai the task of leading his heavy knights to deliver a crushing blow to the enemy. Remember, take over the mining city before sunrise!" Alpha stood up, his armor clanging crisply. His aura was like a towering mountain, inspiring awe and fear.

Just as everyone was preparing to accept their orders and leave, Caster suddenly stepped forward, using the opportunity to prepare to leave: "Let's go, it's not safe here."

As he spoke, Castor grabbed Frena's wrist and started to walk out.

“You can leave on your own, but don’t force anyone.” Alpha appeared beside Caster like a ghost, his hand gripping Caster’s wrist as tightly as steel.

Alpha still wore that cold smile, but his eyes revealed an undeniable authority.

"This is a matter for our Fatalia Empire, what does it have to do with you?" Caster's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

As a Bronze Knight, Caster's strength is unfathomable.

His bronze armor gleamed coldly under the light, and the longsword at his waist seemed eager to be drawn and drink blood at any moment.

“This is a mining city, my territory, Alpha’s territory. I’m in charge! On my turf, you have to obey my orders!” Alpha slowly tightened his grip, and Castor’s wrist began to make a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

"Overestimating yourself!" Caster roared, his fighting spirit erupting instantly, and a faint blue light emanated from his bronze armor.

Caster was filled with murderous intent and decided to teach Alpha a lesson so that he would know the consequences of offending the knights of the Fatalia Empire.

However, as Alpha continued to increase its power, Caster's expression gradually changed from anger to surprise, and finally became filled with terror and pain.

Castor's lips twitched uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like raindrops.

With a sharp "crack," Alpha crushed Caster's hand bones to everyone's astonishment.

"Ah!" Caster cried out in agony.

Caster knelt on one knee, his other hand gripping the deformed wrist tightly, large beads of sweat dripping onto the ground.

"Alpha Knight, what do you mean by this? Are you planning to wipe us out?" Orff family representative Arlani angrily took a step forward.

The Orff family crest on Aronni's body gleamed under the light. "This is an internal affair of the Fatalia Empire; you have no right to interfere!"

"This is a mining city, a city of freedom! Forcing others without official authorization is a crime, and this is the consequence of breaking the rules of the mining city!" Alpha's eyes were as cold as frost, and he exuded a suffocating pressure. "Here, no matter who you are, you must abide by my rules!"

"You're starting a war!" Aroni roared, his hand already gripping the hilt of his sword. "Don't think that just because it's a mining town, you can act with impunity!"

"This is Alpha's rule. You can stand up for him and see if I'll take action!" Alpha's lips curled into a dangerous smile.

The twelve guards behind him instantly drew their longswords, the blades gleaming coldly under the lamplight, forming a tight defensive line.

“I am a member of the Bell family, and I will kill you!” Caster struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment. “You will pay the price for your arrogance!”

Alpha chuckled dismissively, then extended his finger and made a pistol gesture in the air, aiming at Caster.

The next second, a series of "whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!" sounds rang out as twelve bullets shot out like lightning, accurately hitting various joints of Caster.

Caster screamed and collapsed to the ground again, convulsing in pain.

"Alpha Knight, you're destabilizing us! This deal is off!" Arlani roared angrily, his face flushed red and his eyes practically spitting fire.

"Freedom is not just a word." Alpha glanced coldly at Aroni, then ignored Caster, who was lying on the ground like a rag doll.

“Let’s go to the conference room and wait for news.” With that, Alpha turned and walked towards the conference room, his steps firm and composed, as if the riots and conflicts outside had nothing to do with him.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, watching Alpha's departing figure, a sense of awe, or perhaps murderous intent and hatred, welling up within them.

In this mining city filled with strife and war, Alpha is like the master of darkness, controlling everything.

But where will this knightly war ultimately end?

In the conference room, the candlelight flickered, casting everyone's shadows onto the mottled stone wall.

Alpha was dressed in silver and black knight armor, and the jeweled hilt of the sword at his waist shimmered in the light and shadow.

He reached out and picked up the mining town sale agreement bound with gold thread from the table, slowly unfolding it. The rustling sound of the parchment rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"These are my conditions. You can offer as much as you want, and I'll give you the corresponding authority." Alpha's voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

His gaze swept over the people sitting around the long table, as if scrutinizing the thoughts of each individual.

Arroni stood up abruptly, the Orff family crest on his body swaying slightly with his movement.

The person in charge, his face contorted with rage, slammed his hands heavily on the table, causing the wine glasses to rattle: "This is outrageous! We will never agree to such an unreasonable demand, and we should resist such conditions!"

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Arroni's words were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, as if the conditions proposed by Alpha were a great humiliation to them.

Alpha remained calm, raising an eyebrow slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Alpha could also see that the Thames and Montgomery families were hesitant, so he explained calmly, "This is what I calculated based on the current output of the mining city. It's only ten years' worth of profit, which isn't much for a technological city like this."

Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. There are some things that even Havel and Guston cannot decide casually; necessary bargaining is always required.

As he spoke, Alpha made a gesture in the air, and Starlight brought over a large pile of data, which detailed various data and production capacity analysis of the mining city, as if to prove to everyone that what he said was true.

Aroni remained unmoved. He sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "Now that this place has become like this, you still talk about production capacity? Isn't that just a lie?"

His words made the atmosphere in the meeting room even more tense, and everyone's eyes darted back and forth between Alfa and Arroni.

Alpha was not angered by Arroni's doubts. He nodded slightly, his eyes firm: "I am confident that I can restore the original production capacity within three months. At that time, we will exchange money for goods. If we cannot achieve the current production capacity, then the transaction will be cancelled, or we will recalculate based on the production capacity at that time."

Alpha's words were resounding, and although there was no absolute certainty, his confidence stirred many people's hearts.

Arlani was still unwilling to give up. He flipped through the agreement, suddenly frowned, and said sternly, "Furthermore, magic crystals are strategic materials of various countries and cannot be used as traded goods."

His words resonated with the others, and they began to whisper among themselves.

Alpha was prepared. He crossed his arms and spoke confidently: "Magic crystals are essential materials for making magic gun bullets. If you don't provide them, then the magic gun is just a fire poker. As for making bullets from magic crystals, our mining city can be said to be processing them for free."

Alpha's words made everyone fall into deep thought. After all, in the era of the Knights' War, the power of the magic spear was crucial, and the processing advantages of the mining city were indeed very attractive.

At this moment, Javier of the Montgomery family leaned forward, his eyes filled with caution and doubt: "Alpha, if this trade of goods ultimately cannot be finalized, will the deal be cancelled?"