The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

To be honest, Myron didn't want to take action against these Lars Knights. Their purpose in returning to Capet was to rely on the power of the secular king, rest well, and live out the rest of their lives.

"Knights, Sidney was indeed a bit reckless, but there was absolutely no need for us to fight."

Myron spread his hands and said, "Although your equipment looks very luxurious, believe me, you are still nothing compared to high-level professionals."

Myron has now revealed his identity and said, "Believe me, if you take action, your governor will not forgive you."

But Hammond remained unmoved and said, "No, even if the governor were here, he would certainly support us. Please take the materials back and apologize."

Upon hearing this, Sidney burst into laughter and said, "You knights of Lars, do you really think your governor will uphold justice for you?"

“Your governor is no different from the other kings.”

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning burst forth in Sidney's hand, and a sharp blade made of lightning shone brightly in his hand.

Hammond's eyes lit up when he saw the lightning blade, but just as Hammond was about to say something, Sidney had already transformed into a bolt of lightning and appeared in front of Hammond.

"Thunder!"

Sidney's movements preceded his voice; the lightning-struck blade pierced straight towards Hammond.

"High-level magic, kid!"

Sidney spoke with a hint of smugness, looking up at Hammond, who was wearing massive power armor, while Hammond looked down at Sidney.

"Anti-magic coating, kid."

The power armor helmet wasn't particularly large compared to the rest of the armor, but the eyes on the helmet had started glowing red, and Sidney suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Sidney only saw the power armor's arms start to move; the huge gauntlets looked rather clumsy, but the movements were so fast that Sidney didn't even see them clearly.

In an instant, the earth cracked and rocks flew everywhere. Hammond stood above Sidney, the enchanted patterns on his power armor constantly emitting faint glows. The entire power armor trembled slightly, and the surrounding air seemed to vibrate in sync with the power armor's frequency.

"You can insult me, but you cannot insult our governor!"

Hammond's cold red visor was fixed on Sidney, whose body crackled with lightning. A shield woven from lightning blocked most of the attacks, but the impact still left Sidney feeling lingering fear. Was this really just an ordinary low-to-mid-level professional?

Myron had already moved when Hammond made his move, but he found that his eighth-tier knight's agility was not enough to keep up with the big guy's movements. Hammond's movements were not skillful at all, just pure brute force.

As soon as Myron made his move, the Lars Knights around Hammond followed suit. When Myron activated his Knight Stance and charged fiercely at one of the Lars Knights, he found that the other knight was not knocked away by him, but instead remained firmly on the ground thanks to his massive armor. Although he was pushed back more than ten steps, he still stood upright.

Something felt off—that was Myron's first reaction, while more and more Lars Knights began to gather behind him, forming a battle formation and maneuvering against Myron.

When Myron was on missions for the Tower as an unofficial member, he almost never used any special combat techniques, relying purely on the strength of an eighth-tier knight to brute force his way through.

And now, Myron has come to understand what pure power truly means.

Myron's knightly shield trembled under the impact of the Lars Knights. For a moment, Myron wondered if he had left the tower the wrong way. Was this still the same Capet?

As the fighting broke out on both sides, the surrounding crowd scattered. After the crowd dispersed, Myron noticed that the huge white armor of the Lars Knights began to turn crimson. The Lars Knights seemed to have entered a certain state, not only increasing their impact force but also tripling their speed.

As Myron's Knight Stance clashed with the massive armor of these Lars Knights, the entire arena seemed to collapse, with rubble and dust flying everywhere. Amidst this dust, the red goggles of the power armor, when activated, stood out conspicuously.

"Click."

Myron heard a strange sound. Although he didn't consider himself an old-fashioned person, Myron was not familiar with the sound of a gun being cocked and the safety being pulled.

Soon, Myron saw rays flying everywhere.

......

In the capital, Marcel had just finished his work and returned to his residence to get some rest.

The aristocratic landscape of the entire capital city underwent a tremendous change, as the governor of the North physically eliminated all opponents in an extremely violent manner.

But so far no one has stood up to resist. This resistance is not simply about resisting the governor, but rather that no one has even stood up to rebuke him. After all, besides the fact that the governor holds absolute power, the nobles are indeed in the wrong.

The aftermath of Claire's coup is still ongoing.

Therefore, the nobles in the capital are now keeping a low profile and obediently following the noble reform and land reform plan proposed by the governor of the North.

Although most nobles complained, Marcel had already begun to plan ahead. He did not ask the Governor of the North for too much compensation. Instead, he donated most of his family's wealth, only requesting that some of his family's children be sent to schools in the North.

Marcel himself worked diligently in the capital to assist Lind.

The performance evaluation system put immense pressure on most nobles, and many were eliminated in the fierce competition. However, this did not put much pressure on the former leader of the Old Party, as Marcel was skilled in more than just interpersonal relationships.

Under Marcel's arrangement, the extensive railway and paved roads surrounding the capital have begun to be laid, and soon Marcel will become an indispensable part of the new kingdom.

However, just as Marcel took off his coat and prepared to rest, the butler suddenly stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Sir, some former members of the old party have contacted you and are waiting for you now."

Marcel raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where are the others?"

"They said it was a very important matter and that you should go to the place where the old party used to hold meetings."

Marcel snorted and said, "There's no such thing as the Old Party anymore, so why would they still go to Old Party rallies?"

Although he was joking, Marcel put his coat back on.

Marcel didn't really want to attend that bullshit gathering, but if he didn't go, who knows what kind of trouble those guys would cause.