Cassius teleported Misha to the guesthouse in North Wind Castle, where a maid would help her change clothes and bathe - but she might not be a human, she could also be a snakeman, a dragonborn or even an orc.

Today's Burning Kingdom has taken racial diversity to its extreme.

"Trump, come in."

"Yes, Master."

Trump, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, finally walked into the door and knelt respectfully on the stairs.

"Master, I wonder if the human I brought here this time is to your liking?"

“Very good, beyond my expectations.”

"Get up."

Cassius ordered calmly.

"As long as you are satisfied, it is my greatest honor to receive your affirmation."

Trump stood up slowly, a smile on his ugly face.

——This ogre wizard doesn’t know yet that his title as the number one spellcaster in the Burning Kingdom is about to face a severe challenge, and that the “challenger” is a human he brought here personally.

Cassius continued, "I want the Ministry of Magic to do its best to provide Misha with a systematic magical education, and build a tall tower for her around North Wind Castle, called"

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and chose to reflect the original trajectory of fate:
"The Tower of Wicked Fire."

"Yes, Master. I will do my best to complete the task and will never let you down."

Trump quickly lowered his head and replied.

He didn't ask why because it didn't matter, all he needed to do was obey the Red Dragon's orders.

But even Trump had a hint of subtle surprise in his lowered eyes.

The human girl that His Majesty had poured so much resources into, even building a separate wizard tower, and that he had brought back must be far more valuable and important than he had imagined.

Trump thought so as he clenched his staff.

Cassius ignored Trump's thoughts, but slowly closed his eyes and asked casually:

"It's been almost two months. What's the situation in the North now? Has everything been cleared up?"

"My Lord, Marshal Doro's strategy was very successful. The efficiency of those Falling Stars is indeed quite high. We have already taken control of nearly 80% of the territory in the North, and have surrounded the remaining forces that are resisting stubbornly."

Cassius's expression suddenly became somewhat curious.

"Oh? There are still people who dare to resist now?"

Rump replied, "It was Count Jacob Rosa of the Principality of Swinoujscie. He gathered all the noble forces nearby and attempted to launch a counterattack against the kingdom. He even recaptured several cities."

"However, the kingdom's army responded quickly, and Marshal Doro made quick deployments, and now they have surrounded them completely. In your words, the remaining forces of the northern nobles are already 'trapped in a jar.'"

Cassius chewed on the name.

"Jacob Rosa?"

"interesting."

The dusty memories are awakened again.

Count Jacob Rosa, the most senior general in the Principality of Swinno, made great contributions in the war against demons and was honored by the people of the North as the "Great Wall of the North".

He is also an important friendly NPC of the players in the previous life. He forms a justice alliance with the players and derives a series of side quests.

Sensing Cassius's thoughts, Rump immediately stepped forward and said, "Master, is that human useful to you?" "If you need me, I will contact Doro immediately and ask him to capture Jacob Rosa alive and bring him to you."

"No, kill him."

Cassius shook his head and spoke calmly.

Although Jacob Rosa is a powerful super warrior, he is nearly fifty years old and does not have much potential for Cassius.

What's more, he is a loyal supporter of the order in the North, and has become the leader and even spiritual symbol of the rebels. He must be killed completely both physically and spiritually, so as to serve as a warning to others and deter the resistance forces in various parts of Anzeta.

So, Cassius added: "Also, give him a humiliating death, don't let his death be too pretty."

"Yes, I will follow your orders."

Trump quickly replied.

However, he rolled his eyes and added without even thinking:
"Master, do you want me to ask the people in the Propaganda Department to throw some dirty water on him and make up some eye-catching stories - to portray Jacob Rosa as a typical aristocrat who does all kinds of evil, rapes and plunders?"

"For example, we can apply those jokes about little boys to him."

"In this way, we can ruin his reputation, throw the last idol created by the northern nobles into the mud, and completely sever their spiritual foundation."

"Now that the supporters of the northern nobles have lost their hero, they naturally have no intention of resisting."

The ogre became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end, white smoke came out of his mouth. He was truly a "good man who loves to do good and do good."

Cassius couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this ogre had really learned the essence of journalism.

What's more, he is self-taught.

However, he still praised: "Very good, you have considered it very carefully."

"Just do it your way."

"Totally crush their resistance and tell them that history is written by the victors."

Trump's face was once again filled with a flattering smile: "No, no, you are too kind, my master. This is all what I have concluded from your profound words."

"What's more, I have only learned a tiny bit from it, which is incomparable to your vast wisdom."

The dragon and the ogre looked at each other and smiled.

Just like that, in just a few words, Jacob Rosa, the "Great Wall of the North" in his previous life, had his tragic fate determined without his knowledge.

One cannot help but sigh at the fickleness of fate.

Jacob Rosa, once a heroic figure, has now become the leader of the resistance.

He was about to be surrounded and annihilated, dragged to the guillotine for public trial, and even left behind a notorious reputation after his death, which would last for eternity.

"Jacob Rosa's death was a heroic elegy, a roar of sorrow, and the melting of the last bit of snow in the north. He died standing calmly - and it was definitely not what some people slandered."

——The Secret History of Anzeta: The End of the North by the Duke of Luton

"Luton Sieg had already fled to the south and was not present at the scene. How could he know that Jacob Rosa was not killed by the angry serfs when he surrendered?"

"Given Luton Siegel's past experience and Jacob Rosa's perverted taste for minors, I have reason to suspect that Luton Siegel also had some dirty relationships with the earl when he was young."

"Why else would he be so eager to jump out to defend Jacob Rosa?"

——A historian who wishes to remain anonymous in "Miscellaneous Records of the Secret History of Fianso" (End of this chapter)