My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1523 - 437: One Word Subdues a Nation! The Alliance President is Stunned! Exercising Sun Authority_2

Chapter 1523: Chapter 437: One Word Subdues a Nation! The Alliance President is Stunned! Exercising Sun Authority_2

Even it was getting tempted. Should it send out the Third Disaster Peacock to stir up a Heavenly Disaster and collect protection fees?

"The difference is not significant, because they are certified and would have been eliminated long ago if nobody was looking out for them. They originally belonged to the Camp of Multiracial, but after being hunted by hostile races, they fled to the vicinity of the Abyss and chose to seek refuge with the Border Alliance.

The Alliance, adopting the ’why not’ attitude, simply supported them in establishing a Vassal State and acting as sentinels, regularly providing secret medicine, while the Human Clan offered protection.

These fellows were also quite savvy, not deliberately intercepting Multiracial, and purchases of secret medicine were also entirely voluntary." This resulted in several Human adventuring groups being attacked, and when questioned, they claimed the Deer Snail Country was too vast, pointing fingers elsewhere.

The Alliance had no proof, after all, finding an Intermediate Rank Giant outpost is not easy, and since small races are living on the edge, it wasn’t worth making a fuss. But recently, it was discovered that the mortality rate of Human adventurers and soldiers entering Deer Snail Country had risen significantly, and many were stripped of their Beast Master Space.

In the end, some Investigators were dispatched, but they all perished. Fortunately, someone sent back a message before death, indicating that these fellows seemed to be colluding with other powers—it was unclear if it was Multiracial or other World forces—touching the bottom line of the Alliance."

"That’s just asking for Death, aren’t they scared of being wiped out by powerful Human beings?" Mousie muttered, and although it would occasionally chatter fearfully, as the group’s strategist, it was quite sharp about the overall situation.

The Human Species and the Multiracial Alliance were like the two superpowers of this World.

One was an emerging force, and the other an established force.

Besides them, there were top-tier countries like the Kingdom of the Sky Tree owned by clans similar to the Elf Clan, which, despite having sovereignty, also had to take sides.

Even for them, it was like this, the rest of the small and medium-sized countries were just struggling for survival in the cracks; so-called neutrality was only a matter of whether or not the big players wanted to bother with you.

"Ying!" Little Spider Pondered.

There must have been an irresistible offer.

Red Rabbit felt it might be a ploy by the opposition to cause internal strife among Humans.

By analogy, it enjoyed stirring up trouble between Mousie and Mouse Incarnation.

"Roar!"

Eggy yawned lazily and did not offer an opinion; if given the choice, it would simply swallow everything in one bite.

Mousie, seeing the noisy meeting, felt the need to assert its position as the team’s second-in-command and took the initiative to offer its services:

"Why bother talking anymore? How about I send out the Mouse Scout Army to explore and gather news?"

As it spoke, the phantom image of the deep-red Eroding King Tree appeared, and crimson streams of energy fell, producing a troop of Mouse Incarnations with little spider silk backpacks, tiny shoes, and Explorer’s hats.

Though they looked dumbly cute, they possessed a rare and efficient air of the Mousie itself—hundreds of them crowding the ground.

They raised their little paws above their Heads, ignoring the Mousie itself and shouted to Gary Smith:

"For the Cultivators, through fire and water!"

Having said this, they prepared to depart, but Gary Smith stopped them, indicating it wasn’t necessary to go through all that trouble.

"But we need evidence, right? Otherwise, the Human Species will definitely have objections," Mousie said, puzzled.

Facing the curious gazes of the Mouse Incarnations, Gary Smith chuckled: "Is it true that you need to fuss over evidence for everything?"

"Weak nations have no diplomacy, understand?"

Meanwhile,

at the Border Alliance Central Hub.

Slogan Taylor was leisurely enjoying the service of the latest batch of otherworldly beauties sent to him, cracking jokes from time to time, causing giggles and melting hearts.

As he indulged in the pleasures, he did not forget to glance at Thomas Brown who was seriously playing chess, chuckling: "How is it? I treat your students well, right? I gave him a great General rank— even a Family Prodigy from a True King Family might not receive such treatment. Shouldn’t you let me win a few games now?"

"He’s earned it," Thomas calmly responded, a Radiant energy swirled, picking up a chess piece, clack! Winning the game once again.

"No fun!" Slogan rolled his eyes and then said: "But the kid indeed knows when to advance or retreat. Though he stirs trouble, he hasn’t touched the bottom lines of the Noble Families, and they have no choice but to bear it grudgingly. Even that ambitious Slogan has turned quiet, seems he was hit by reality. Joining was for resources, not truly to become a Dog.

However, to tame Noble Families, mere intimidation isn’t enough; one must also dangle interests as bait. I wonder if the kid understands this.

Even if you want to destroy countries, you can’t monopolize it. If we can be kept in the dark, then those behind you this time are not simple either.

Since I have nothing else to do, why not make a bet on how long it will take for Gary Smith to clear up the mystery of Deer Snail Country’s Time and resolve it in a way that satisfies everyone?

Based on his past capabilities, I’d say about five days should do it, and for the bet, I’ll put up a Legendary Trait as the stake."

Thomas originally intended to dismiss this frivolous betting, but his body tensed up momentarily and then he countered, "I bet one hour."

"How could that be possible? That’s barely enough for one round trip," retorted Slogan, clearly having noticed Thomas’s reaction and suspecting he knew something, but still finding it hard to believe.

He extended his Spirit Vision and quickly saw a long queue in front of the White Tower. He saw many Family Prodigy and veteran military strongmen among the crowd, seemingly arguing, shoving, even on the verge of fighting.

"What’s this..."

Slogan’s face showed shock because he saw Little Spider walking out of the crowd to maintain Order, and pulled out a number plate, which read: