Chapter 1210

Chapter 1210:

“Everyone, if you don’t believe me, surely you believe in Mr. Pierce, the mayor? He’s always put Marehelm first. Do you doubt him as well?” I desperately hoped mentioning Dayton’s name would make a difference.

Then, an elder with silver hair stepped up, his gaze unwavering. “She’s right. Mr. Pierce genuinely cares about Marehelm. We should give them a shot.”

“Yes! Mr. Pierce would never hurt us!”

“Exactly!”

The elder’s words made a stir. Soft murmurs spread, and people started talking amongst themselves.

After the elder spoke, a brief sense of peace settled over the crowd, momentarily calming their anger.

“Still, why should we trust you?” someone shouted.

I could still sense the doubt in the air—those lingering feelings that chipped away at their belief in me and in the three princes.

I took a deep breath, understanding that to truly calm their fury, we had to address the real issue. Empty promises and words wouldn’t be enough; only real actions would show that we were genuine.

At that moment, a shout rang out from the crowd. “Don’t listen to her! She’s a white wolf, a bringer of doom! Only His Majesty can save us!”

The brief moment of calm we had just found vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Today, we capture them! Then we’ll let His Majesty’s army into our city!”

Before the last word even left the person’s mouth, the crowd rushed forward, climbing onto the stage with clubs raised high. It was clear what they had in mind—to throw everything into chaos.

Things quickly spiraled out of control as people scattered in fear.

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The three princes and their soldiers, who had been standing close by, sprang into action without a second thought, forming a shield around us.

Dominic and Clayton, their faces set in anger, swung their swords with fury, driving back the rioters who had charged.

From behind Bryan, I scanned the crowd, my gaze landing on those stirring up the rebellion.

Then it hit me—the way they moved, their expressions… they weren’t like regular people caught up in the moment.

Was it possible that they weren’t regular folks of Marehelm?

“Everyone, follow me!” a man shouted above the chaos. “Tie them up now! If not, we’ll be the ones dead one day!”

The man stepped forward from the crowd, intentionally spreading fear with every word, clearly trying to fan the flames of violence. There was something calculating about him—like he might be a spy sent by Leonardo.

“Guards!” I ordered, my voice sharp and clear over the noise. “Grab those causing this chaos!”

Bryan, catching my command, shouted right back, “Arrest them! Make sure none slip away!”

Our soldiers moved fast, surrounding the spies in no time.

The group tried to fight back, but their resistance was quickly crushed.

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