Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 70: Honor and Aspirations

Chapter 70: Honor and Aspirations

The roaring flames "whooshed" as they burned.

Gradually, the bodies were engulfed, and the family members nearby couldn't hold back their sobs.

The hot glow of the fire reddened the faces of everyone around.

Angela, with a solemn expression, called out in a low, far-reaching voice:

"Hajira... Freil... Kuko... Rasnin... They are true heroes."

"They fought bravely to protect Bay Village, to protect others."

"Until their final moments, they never took a step back!"

"By order of the lord, we will build a hero's tomb in the center of the village and lay them to rest there."

"Furthermore, we will record this battle in Bay Village's history, documenting everyone's efforts and their sacrifices!"

"Our descendants will look up to them as examples..."

"At the same time, the families of the fallen will receive a one-time compensation of 5 gold coins and permanent lease rights to 20 acres of land."

"Each family will also receive 10 silver coins per month for living expenses."

"Children who have not yet come of age will receive focused training in the territory until they reach adulthood."

"..."

Angela's voice wasn't particularly loud, but with the aid of a voice amplification spell, it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Hearing about the unprecedented "Hero's Cemetery," the eyes of every soldier present brightened, and their hearts filled with pride and a sense of honor.

Many who had embarked on the path of a professional did so to improve their lives, to change their fate.

But almost all of them aspired to have their names remembered, to leave a lasting legacy.

Now, Bay Village and their lord had fulfilled this deep desire, and every soldier felt a surge of awe and exhilaration.

The families of the fallen looked equally incredulous.

Old Village Chief Field, who had taken out a cigarette but never lit it, opened his mouth slightly, sighed, and blinked hard to hold back his tears, as past memories filled his mind.

"Compensation? What compensation? Sacrificing for the Netheril Empire is your honor!"

"Fighting for the lord is your duty..."

"Sob... my son..."

"Didn't you say you'd bring him back?"

"The village belongs to the lord, why go to such lengths? Just take care of yourself, isn't that enough?"

"Don't go, it's too dangerous..."

"Just go and die, don't come back!"

"Grandpa Village Chief... where did my father go?"

"..."

Old Village Chief Field, who had long seen through men, events, and enemies, couldn't see through the Netheril Empire or the cold-hearted lords. Nor could he understand those praised as "Great Ones"—the Grand Arcanists!

They always stood high above, never deigning to look down at the people struggling with survival and death.

They had world-shattering powers, yet they couldn't even rid the land of kobolds and murlocs.