Chapter 704: Chapter 584: I Have Mastered the Key Technology to Dismantle Kingdom Rule!
October, the gentle breeze of autumn wafted across the lakeshore, swept over the wilderness, and also brought a hint of chill to the busy inhabitants at the Kingdom North Border after a day’s work.
Tirar was an ordinary worker in a small town within the Kingdom North Border, who had even been repeatedly awarded for his excellent work capabilities.
However, few knew that this was merely a disguise.
Years ago, when the empire ruled over this land and the glory of the lord still existed in everyone’s hearts, Tirar was a high and mighty Earl, a Priest of the lord on earth, ready to be a bishop of the church!
Unfortunately, this once glorious identity had now become a death warrant. His castle, possessions, and lands had been utterly devoured by those disgraceful Wizards, the minions of demons, forcing Tirar to abandon everything he was once proud of and flee the bustling imperial capital in panic, hiding his identity and arriving at this desolate northern town.
As for becoming a worker, it was a reluctant move because, in the entire kingdom, as long as one was still agile, from a seventy-year-old elder to a ten-year-old child, nobody could avoid working!
In fact, many jobs even had people vying for them!
To avoid drawing attention from those Wizards and standing out excessively, Tirar suppressed his humiliation, unwillingness, and rage, and took a job at a workshop producing new firearms.
By leveraging his noble social skills, combined with the excellent physical health bestowed by his baptism, he barely managed a managerial position, which addressed his need for an identity and sustenance.
But Tirar was not satisfied with this, nor had he forgotten his identity!
His hands, originally meant for wielding a sword, were now used to cut and polish timber, and he had to work alongside those smelly poor every day, which was undoubtedly a humiliation for Tirar, a former noble and cleric!
Fortunately, Tirar believed this was all temporary, which was how he managed to endure.
Indeed, in the Kingdom North Border, there were not a few who shared his fate.
After all, the North Border was desolate and mixed with all sorts of people, situated at the edge of the kingdom and with vast expanses rarely trodden by humans, making it an excellent place to hide. It used to be a station of the church’s punitive force.
With the disintegration of the empire and the collapse of the church, this place had now become the most active region for the clergy and nobility. They had gathered strength and formed a secret organization—the Watchers of the Moon!
Admitting only former nobility, clergy, and the most staunch Believers of the Moon God, their sole aim was to awaken the Moon God from his slumber through devout prayer and end the apocalypse!
Due to the church structure collapsing too swiftly and a large number of bishops and even cardinals mysteriously dying, this bizarre situation plunged many surviving clergy into endless panic.
But no one wanted to believe that the creator of all things, possessing infinite Divine Power, the Moon God, could fall!
Especially since the Holy City had recently spread the news that the apocalypse was imminent; this led the remaining nobles and clergy to piece together the sequence of events.
It must be because the morals of the empire’s inhabitants had decayed and their faith lost, leading the great lord, in his disappointment, to fall into slumber, tacitly allowing the end of days!
As long as they continued their devout prayers, one day, the lord would awaken from his endless slumber and cleanse the whole land!
At that time, not only could they regain their former glory and status, but they could also ascend even higher, becoming cardinals, and even Kings and Emperors!
Tirar was a member of the Watchers of the Moon, and today was the time for their routine gathering!
To not lose face in front of his colleagues, Tirar took off his dirty work clothes and specially put on expensive, luxurious attire, which was not conspicuous in the current kingdom.
Because even roadside dogs might be dressed in flashy, colorful clothes, and roadside Coachmen and traders were dressed no worse than the old nobility.
In Tirar’s view, this undoubtedly violated the natural order and hierarchy, which in the past would have provoked divine wrath!
And this time, the meeting place was set on a farm not far from the town.
When he first inherited his title from his late father and became a lord, Tirar had visited the farmlands of his territory. All he saw was a stinky, chaotic mess.
Animal feces, piles of garbage strewn all over, the walls even had stains of urine and other unidentifiable filth disgusting enough to make one vomit.
And those lowly farmers were stupid and ugly, only knowing to swing their hoes on the land, completely unconcerned about whether the dirt they kicked up would soil the passersby…
That scene had forever imprinted itself in Tirar’s mind, further solidifying his father’s belief—that the nobility were the esteemed, divinely appointed by the great Moon God, the noble beings to assist bishops and Priests in managing the wise creatures of the world!
But this time, the Tirar who arrived outside the farm saw a different scene, roads were smooth and broad, and vast, neatly partitioned wheat fields stretched as far as the eye could see.
Three huge, strangely-shaped alchemical instruments were galloping across the loamy soil, embarking on a new round of autumn planting!
Seeing this, a hint of jealousy unexpectedly arose in Tirar’s heart; in his view, this farm was essentially a modern manor, and yet those Wizards allowed a lowly farmer to manage it…