Chapter 1651 The Helting Clan



Vitonio Helting. 

The name rang dangerous bells to many in Czar. 

He was the heir to his father's legacy, scheduled to inherit the title of Tow lord after his father's passing. 

Unofficially, he already took over. But since the situation in Czar has been turbulent, no official documents or imperial edicts have been given. 

His deceased father, Ivo The Terrible, was the Town lord of Klant Town. 

It might be a town, but it was still his inheritance, and he would never allow anyone to take what was rightly his. 

He, Vintonio, hailed from the great Helting Clan, a superior clan scattered about the empire. 

In the Capital, his Clan owned several hills and regions that housed thousands of clan members, as though it were a sect.

Such were the designs for big clans. Everyone knows how the story goes. 

His father was banished in his younger days, but given an overlooked clan branch to oversee. It also meant the clan had decided to abandon the branch since it was making little to no profits for the family. 

Klant town was one of the poorest towns in the empire. Not only were the people poor, but even their surroundings were not blessed too. 

No lines, no ores, no gold... no source of vibrant wealth to attract their eyes. 

Its population was also too low compared to many towns, and even a majority of people refused to settle down there. 

How to say it? It was one of those places exiled prisoners could settle in. 

When one is exiled, it doesn't necessarily mean out of the entire empire. 

Typically, the exiled people were never permitted to step foot in the Capital, or central regions of the empire.

Again, they were only allowed to settle in the poorest place with the poorest conditions.

Escort guards would chain the file people up, and have them march on foot for months if need be to get to their chosen exiled location.

Though the guards would whip them and give them a hard time, the guards also had an obligation to ensure that 4/10th of the exiled people arrived at their destination. 

These could also be sent to military camps where they would work in poor conditions as blacksmiths, farmers, or workers solely focused on serving the knights.

Of course, this was what happened to people banished by the monarch himself. 

If banished by one's clan, they might be banished from all clan locations or might be restricted from ever appearing in the clan's location in the Capital and other flourishing regions.

The clan was also shrewd, wanting to push them away yet also wanting to work them tirelessly since the clan's blood flowed in the banished person's veins. 

Many could simply see it as a job Transfer from a prosperous front to a desolate one. 

In his father's case, the clan didn't want to let him go. With their influence, it wastes hard to ask the royals to keep Ivo as Town lord of Klant, which was filled with poverty and diseases. 

Though his majesty hardly cared for the place, Town lord meant they could always use an excuse for his failure to better the place to make him recover royal punishments. 

The clan thought well but underestimated his then-young father. 

The name Ivo The Terrible did not stem from thin air. 

His father had risen to the top from the ashes, bones and blood of others, rooting his position across the South-Eastern Regions. 

Heh. 

His father might be a town lord but his forces were many, kept in over 5 hidden fortresses. 

Over the years, he also made allies and his ambition for the throne grew too.

After all his majesty had put Ivo through, he had nothing but hate for the royals. His goal was to sit on the throne while watching the monarch dance as a court jester. 

He would turn the monarch into a clown, whose sole purpose was to make them laugh. 

It's a pity his father's dream was cut short by these damn Baymardians!

Klant town was the place the Zombie Virus originated from.

Long story short, there was a brief war between his father and these Baymardians. In the end, his father lost his life in the hands of these invaders. 

As for him, he was known as the little Tyrant by many. Not because he was overly pampered, but because his actions were smooth, precise and always chilling. 

Those his age who hailed from great claims had all fallen to his feet during his time in the academy. 

'Father... I will take over your aspirations. I will make them all pay for what they've done to you.'

He, Vintinio Helting, will be Monarch!

"Ambros, Locke... how fast can the men arrive?"

"Young master, our closest camp is 3 weeks away from the capital. Even if we send for them now they won't be able to make it for the big finale by the end of the month."

After getting word, the men will have to prepare, which could take 2~4 days... and that's if they were preparing in a rush.

Typically it took 10~21 days to prepare for any heavy battle. 

Thousands of batches of Medicine for poison arrows have to be concocted. The blades resharpened, the strategy for marching out planned, lest they got discovered and so on. 

Even armor needs to be checked with the need to make new ones if lacking.

One doesn't just get up and goes to war. Failure to plan... was already an attempt of planning to fail. 

In the end, it would take nothing less than a month and 3 weeks for their men to arrive in the Capital. That would be too late. 

"Who said so?" Vintonio chuckled. "Have you forgotten what I said? We will only fight the last man standing." 

The battle between the Baymardians and the noble factions might be close, but after that, all factions will revive and fight amongst themselves for the throne. So why show their ambition so early? 

Hehehehehe~...

No one knew of his plans, and would never see it coming!

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Like so, another player entered the game.

During this period, the Capital was heated with many thinking things would lay low for a while until the big day. But who knew their dear Warren would play her cards differently?