Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 882: Vol V Chapter 242

The birth of the eldest daughter of Leon Igor and Kalisa Riley, Elizabeth Igor, made the entire Garth City and the Church of the Void Mask rejoice.

They held a grand celebration to celebrate the birth of this child. There was even more than one god whose clone was sent down to give this newborn baby girl a powerful blessing.

The celebration lasted for half a month, during which anyone who came to Garth City to give their blessings would be rewarded handsomely—money, delicacies, treasures, there was simply everything.

The working personnel of Garth City would register the new well-wishers on a daily basis. Then at midnight, they would invite either Leon or Kalisa to come forward and personally draw a few lucky winners from these registered names, who would then be gifted with special prizes.

The grand prize could be magic equipment, magic props, and also special magic potions. Of course, it could similarly be cash prize… in short, the few kinds of rewards were all equal in value. The winners could choose from the selection available.

Most of the winners would choose the magic potion, which was the specialty product of the Church of the Void Mask. It was a magic potion that could put a temporary stop to the aging process and extend life.

The production of this potion was very low, probably only dozens of bottles would be produced annually. Although everyone knew that the Church of the Void Mask's inventory would definitely have a little stock, who was capable of robbing the Void City? Who would dare to do such a thing?

And for this celebration, the Church of the Void Mask had provided a total of 15 bottles of life-prolonging medicine. This made many rich men, who were incapable of competing for the annual routine production, go green-eyed with envy.

Exactly what price would these potions eventually fetch? And to whose treasure vault would they go to? Or into whose belly? Leon was not the least bit bothered at all.

He was only concerned about one thing—whether the blessings he had bestowed upon the 15 bottles had been meddled with.

Since Leon had dared to use the life-prolonging medicine as a prize to be given out, naturally he had to ensure the personal safety of the prize winners. If the winner who had just won a prize was hacked to death the moment he stepped out and the prize he had was also taken away, that would be a hit to his prestige!

So he had personally administered blessings on all 15 bottles. The moment anyone was to attack the prize winners, he would immediately know.

What would happen after he learned about it? Well, nature would always speak for itself.

It was a pity that no one dared to attack these prize winners. Though many of these potions had changed owners, they were all traded off through proper means.

For this, Leon had slight regrets. He said that it had not been easy for him to step into the Demigod Realm and acquire such powerful strength. Yet, he could not find the chance to show off or put on some airs and do something ostentatiously extravagant. This was really quite regrettable.

In contrast to the peace and joy in Garth City and the Church of the Void Mask, for the past one year or so, there was a surge of events occurring at full swing on the Dominant Continent.

First of all, there was a full outbreak of first North-South war of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, which had ended. This had attracted the attention of countless people.

The conflict between the North and South of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins had been ongoing for a long time. It was about the time when Leon and company laid siege on the Evil Dragon that the battle officially started.

That intense battle lasted for a day and a half. Accurately speaking, it was one day and two nights without any pauses in between.

At first, by virtue of their ample preparation, the army of the aristocratic party had a distinct advantage on the first night. Their cavalry even managed to make more than one surprise attack on the merchant party's array, almost crushing the entire array to crumbles.

However, it was just almost. They did not manage to do so after all.

After several failed surprise attacks, the battle became a brutal match of tug-of-war.

By this time, the upper hand that the aristocratic had due to being well-prepared beforehand was gradually dwindling. On the other hand, the advantage of the merchant party of being well-organized and orderly was gradually brought into play.

The next day, the battle continued to tilt in favor of the merchant party. In the evening, an elite troop of the merchant party turned the tables and launched a surprise attack at the aristocratic party's array. They had even charged their way in. It was a pity they were unable to gain a firm footing and were thus unable to crush the aristocratic party.

The battle on the second night was one of extreme cruelty, where both sides did their best and gave it their all. At this time, the plot to destroy the logistics of the merchant party was revealed. The merchant party was placed in a situation where there was a big loophole in their provision of supplies.

But the aristocratic party was oblivious to it. On the contrary, because the more aggressive members of the war advocating party had incurred severe losses during the battle that went on for a period of one day and one night, the remaining aristocrats, who were not as aggressive, placed more focus on defense—or rather, knowing of the impending crisis they were about to face, they wanted to make good use of time and quickly put a decisive close to the onslaught of the merchant party. They could not take out much courage to counterattack, so they could only focus on defense.

It was a night of a bloody battle of attack and defense. Both sides failed to realize the goal of the battle.

The aristocratic party's array might be a big mess with corpses strewn all over the wilderness, but it had ultimately pulled through. They were so badly battered that they were demoralized and lost the courage to counterattack.

By the next dawn, the fierce battle in the sunlight left both sides with heavy blows to their fighting will. Up to this point, no one could fight anymore.

The merchant party had a willing heart to fight again. But their supplies could hardly support a battle of this intensity. Their soldiers were all extremely exhausted. There were even some who suddenly fell dead while they were on patrol.

The aristocratic party still had the resources, but the army's morale was on the brink of breaking down. After all, the most brutal battle had ultimately taken place on their array. The bloody scene of cruelty was much closer to them.

Anyone who could muster up the courage to fight back under such circumstances would probably have been sacrificed in the previous battle.

Since both sides were exhausted to the bone, naturally this battle would no longer be fought. A truce agreement was eventually signed by both sides, thus ending this battle.

That true agreement was generally fair, or rather, it could not afford to be unfair for any other reason at all.

This was because other than not announcing that both parties were now independent entities, it had more or less utterly severed the entire Commonwealth of Gold Coins apart, giving it no hope of reconciliation.

In the face of an opponent who was ever-ready to fight a bitter battle with themselves, who wanted to make use of political means to take advantage of them? How could that be possible?

The only part of the agreement that was somewhat not so "fair" was the punishment meted out to Earl Hauss.

Although the merchant party was extremely aggressive in demanding for the punishment of the family of Earl Hauss, who was a heinous war criminal, the aristocratic party did not succumb to the pressure and did not back down.

During the negotiation, the representatives of both sides even resorted to using their fists over this issue. But in the end, they still failed to reach an agreement.

This agreement was eventually called the "Border Agreement." Following its signing, the once prosperous Commonwealth of Gold Coins went from boom to bust, even gradually approaching its end. To put it across more strictly, it was almost considered to be as good as dead, existing only in name…