Chapter 891 - 28 Volumes Long Halberd Plowing the Court - 8 Overturning Hand
The Poznan storm swept through the Kingdom of Nicosia like a fierce wind, and the waves it stirred also lapped against the powers of the entire North of the Blue Continent. Rising mysteriously from the Wilderness in the southeast of Nicosia, it seized the source of the rebellion—the Leon Region—in a lightning-fast strike, and put it in perfect order. The wild and fierce Half-Beastmen became obediently prostrate at his feet. If this had only slightly piqued the interest of the noble lords who disdained the distant hinterlands, then the opening of the Catania River route and the occupation of the Bruce Fortress undoubtedly signaled that this noble of humble origins was not so simple.
The fall of Homer caught everyone’s attention, with this presumptuous individual who had overthrown his direct lord now arrogantly claiming to be an heir to one of the Four Great Lords of the Kingdom. His journey to the Southern Mediterranean even resulted in him becoming a vassal of the Iberian Kingdom. The circumstances were simply astonishing. Not even a year had passed, and this man suddenly sent troops surging into Poznan, even signing an incomprehensible land transfer agreement with the master of Poznan, completely disregarding traditional law. And in the midst of all this, a member of the Romanov family was somehow involved.
If the struggle for worldly power would not suffice to captivate people’s attention, then this noble lord, said to have a significant connection to the Dark Lineage, was a thorn in the side of those aligned with the light. Although the battle of Marco had largely contained the spread of information, those with a keen sense of news vaguely understood that the battle seemed to be closely related to Lord Homer. Combined with the frequent southern excursions of the Religious Court, the mysteries involved set minds racing.
Who was this character?
Many were intensely curious about this person of complex and awkward status, wanting to understand whether there were deeper, unseen forces manipulating or supporting him from behind. If not, how could this obscure figure send such comet-like shockwaves through the Northern Continent in just a few short years? Where might the power manipulating him originate from? The Beastmen? The Barbarian Alliance? Or the Dark Lineage from the South?
Many held their breath, watching how the chaotic situation in this region would develop, with various powers considering how to deal with this quietly rising force. Poznan—Homer—Caucasus, and even Flanders beyond the Cordillera Wilderness this line, tangible and intangible, was putting pressure on many.
Komer stood quietly by the window, hands clasped behind his back.
The cool weather of Poznan was suitable for those seeking refuge from the Southern heat, as the breezes from the Mogan Wilderness could significantly disperse the heat here. However, come winter, the bone-chilling wind would force people to stay indoors. Komer did not fancy such places with large temperature variations; the scorching midday sunshine could make it hard to keep one’s eyes open, and the chill at night forced one to grab a blanket.