Rebellion 10

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The streets of Alden Town suddenly filled with the sound of commotion.

"Quick, quick, quick! One, two, one, one, two, one!" 

Amid the loud calls, one team after another of militiamen marched in orderly steps, jogging through the streets.

At each entrance and exit connecting Alden Town to the outside world—two on the east and west, three on the south—large numbers of militiamen suddenly appeared. Under the command of officers sent from the training division, they set up roadblocks, sealing off the city's transportation with the outside.

Inside the Alden Town Police Station, located in the new area on the south bank, Captain Blare McReynolds walked into the courtyard, dressed in a crisp police uniform, his expression serious.

All members of the second squad were already lined up in the yard, waiting for him.

Originally, this police team was supposed to carry out nighttime patrol duties, but he had quietly notified his subordinates to return to the station at this moment.

Looking at the familiar faces before him, standing neatly in formation, their eyes filled with awe, Blare McReynolds couldn't help but feel deeply emotional inside; it had not been easy for him to climb to this position.

He recalled when he had transitioned from the army to the police force due to an injury. He thought he would only be doing menial work, but upon truly becoming a part of the police force, he found himself overwhelmed by the many rules set by Lord Paul Grayman.

However, others were equally bewildered by the new profession of policing. Fortunately, he had strong family support behind him, allowing him to gradually rise in the ranks to the position of squad leader.

Now was the time to contribute to his family.

Blare McReynolds was very clear that this was a gamble, and a significant one at that. If he won, his family would gain immense benefits, and he would rise even further, becoming a key figure in the military and political system of Alden. But if he lost, he couldn't imagine what kind of situation that would bring.

"Cheer up, Blare. The future of the McReynolds family is in your hands"—he repeatedly encouraged himself.

"Ahem!" Blare cleared his throat heavily.

"Brothers, you must be very confused about why there are teams of militiamen running around the streets. I recently learned something that should answer your questions."

A painful expression appeared on Blare's face.

"Not long ago, a few guards hastily returning to Alden Town brought terrible news! Our esteemed lord—Earl Paul Grayman—was attacked by a group of thugs while hunting. It is estimated that… he is in grave danger."

Ah!!!!!!

Just as Blare expected, aside from those he had arranged beforehand, everyone else's eyes widened in shock.

"At the same time, a secret report from the intelligence department shows that a small group of conspirators in this city is taking this opportunity to try to seize control of Alden. Yes, they must be in cahoots with those cursed thugs, coordinating the rebellion from both inside and outside."

Blare's face changed to one of great worry.

"Unfortunately, the garrison stationed in Alden Town is currently out in the field for training, and we don't even know where they have progressed to. This means—we have lost our biggest reliance for maintaining order. If no one intervenes, the rebels will be able to implement their schemes without hindrance."

"So, the training division of the staff headquarters, still remaining in Alden Town to command the militiamen, has taken the initiative to assume the responsibility of maintaining order and thwarting the conspiracy. I have just received formal notification that starting from midnight, Alden Town has officially entered a state of military management. Our police force has been assigned the task of cooperating with the militiamen to maintain order. Other squads will also be assigned tasks once the sun rises."

"Is everyone clear?"

A loud response immediately rang out from the team, "Understood, Captain!"

Someone led the way, and others followed suit, "Understood!"

Blare looked at the few people he had arranged in the team, his eyes revealing a look of approval.

"Um… Captain McReynolds…"

Someone raised their hand, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Oh? Lucas, do you have a question? Speak quickly; we don't have much time."

A hint of displeasure flashed across Blare's face. Damn guy, what a nuisance; can't he just follow orders?

The person raising their hand was a young man named Lucas, who had just passed the exam to enter the police force this year—a rookie.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to follow the military's orders directly? Shouldn't it be the Director of the Public Safety Department, Lord Ross Hayden, who gives us orders?"

As soon as the young man spoke, many people in the team showed puzzled expressions.

"Ahem!" Blare cleared his throat loudly, cursing Lucas internally. What a complication; why are you causing trouble?

Now he could only dispel everyone's doubts with lies.

"The militarized management is a unanimous decision made by the officials of the Government Council. From now on, the command of all armed forces has been temporarily transferred to the military, until the rebellion is crushed and a new lord is installed."

Blare showed no signs of being flustered; if you have the ability, go ask the supervisor, Ross Hayden, yourself, huh!

Lucas, is it? I'll remember you; just wait.

…

Beluga paced anxiously in his office, occasionally glancing at the floor clock in the corner.

The militiamen had already been dispatched, and all key locations were under his control. The signal towers surrounding Alden Town should also be under the control of his accomplices outside—if the people outside were acting smoothly.

Now, all that was left was to gather all the big figures remaining in Alden Town together, announce the news of Paul Grayman's misfortune, and arrange for the "designated" heir that the lord appointed before his death to take office.

Fortunately, Earl Malon Ganard had returned to Byerldine. If he were in Alden Town, it would have caused a lot of trouble given his status.

"Report!" "Come in!" Before the person could finish speaking, Beluga let him in.

"Sir." The person hurriedly pushed the door open.

"How is the situation progressing?"

"All the officials have been notified. Lord Ford, Lord Hansel, Lord Cecil… will gather at the lord's mansion for a meeting at two o'clock, except for…"

"Except for what?" Beluga's heart jumped, and a bad premonition arose.

"Chief Schroder… he… is not at home."

"What?"

Beluga was momentarily stunned.

(End of the Chapter)

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