Super Righteous Player
Chapter 398 - 395 Dog Bites Dog_1

Chapter 398: Chapter 395 Dog Bites Dog_1

""It’s fine, it’s fine..."

Philip sighed with relief.

Although he did not know how Delicacy Goose managed to accomplish it.

He didn’t care about such things.

He had never concerned himself with the secrets or private lives of his subordinates... Even if they were having affairs with his own mistresses, it didn’t matter; after all, they were nothing but tools to him.

As long as they could complete the tasks he assigned, he was willing to grant them more if they desired it.

Prince Philip exclaimed, "Killing the Blood Demon is of great importance to our plan. You did very well, Delicacy Goose... I am already thinking about how to reward you."

He was indeed very pleased.

Once the Blood Demon fell into complete corruption, who knew what chaos he would wreak?

The concept of controlling one’s own blood versus controlling someone else’s blood was utterly different.

Assuming the best-case scenario, his abilities would be limited to his sensory range—that meant anyone within fifty meters of him could drop dead without resistance in an instant.

And if he extracted that blood... it wouldn’t be as simple as just turning it into swords or needles.

Whether it transformed into giant demons or hunting hounds, or even numerous swords levitating in the air, the trouble they could cause would increase exponentially.

If he caused a huge disturbance, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t make his way to the royal palace.

What if because of him, the Eldest Princess and her foolish brother increased their security or heightened their vigilance?

And most critically... what if he killed His Majesty directly?

His Majesty had to die, but only after he had killed his sister and brother.

Having consumed candies made from demon blood for a long time and having performed rituals daily to the Goddess of Cup and the Rot Husband, Philip’s strength had been enhanced to the point where he could break a sword with his bare hands and dodge bullets within ten steps—a feat not easily achieved even by a Bronze-rank Transcendent.

He was fully confident that he could instantly kill his sister and brother the moment they dropped their guard.

As for evidence of the murder?

—Who cared?

The Silver Baron was easy to fool.

He had never cared about mundane political struggles; as long as taxes were paid on time and in full, and merchant activities across the lands remained normal, the Silver Baron would turn a blind eye to everything else.

Moreover, the Silver Baron differed from other True Gods in a significant way.

He was the only True God who accepted "bribes."

Or rather, only the Silver Baron’s offerings could be bought with unlimited money—meaning silver coins.

Philip was neither greedy for money nor power.

For his personal indulgence in food, women, or entertainment, how much could he possibly spend?

As long as the Silver Baron was willing, Philip couldn’t care less if he gave away all the remaining money to him or if every citizen offered sacrifices to him each month, nor if he wanted to build more temples or reinforce the priests’ authority. He did not seek the Silver Baron’s protection but only wished for him to refrain from intervention.

Retaining sufficient finances for the kingdom to operate and paying enough taxes to satisfy the Silver Baron; entrusting power to wise and power-hungry ministers, and granting lands to brave and prolific generals.

By that time, the church, the ministers, and the generals would naturally check and balance one another.

They would scramble and fight among themselves, while Philip himself would do nothing and touch nothing, thus becoming no one’s enemy.

—He only needed to indulge in eternal pleasure.

"I need to think carefully about what I should bestow upon you."

Philip placed the opened casket on the table, walked over to help Delicacy Goose up, embraced him warmly, kissed his cheek, and chuckled happily, "Just wait here, I’ll make a trip to the treasury and find you something that you can use."

"...Your Highness, this... Isn’t it a bit inappropriate?"

Delicacy Goose glanced awkwardly at the woman on the bed, uncertain whether she was asleep or awake.

But Philip simply looked at Delicacy Goose with his ruby-clear pupils, full of profound meaning, and patted his shoulder with a smile, "If you wish it—you have no idea how much you’ve helped me. Of course, this is not what I’m giving you; it’s just a little appetizer... Don’t worry too much about it."

He said, whispering into the delicious wind goose’s ear, "I have a way to make the child be born with black hair and red eyes. So don’t worry."

Philip was truly fond of his particularly reliable new subordinate.

Loyal, proactive, willing to work, capable, pleasant personality, and seemingly unaware of the nobility’s filth. Most importantly, Philip held in his hand the leverage that could condemn him to death.

If it weren’t for the other’s appearance... and the amount of hair, which really wasn’t to his liking...

Having said that, Philip hummed a tune and walked out the door.

Leaving behind only the delicious wind goose and the young paramour on the bed, feigning sleep with her back to the delicious wind goose.

The delicious wind goose pondered for a moment.

He ignored the comments "asking for a live stream" and "please don’t close the live stream," and resolutely turned off his own stream.

And righteously sent out a message, "Don’t be like that; I am an honest gentleman."

Afterward, he took a deep breath and slowly walked toward Prince Philip’s bed.

The delicious wind goose took a long hard look at the wooden chest at the head of the bed.

Making eye contact with the head of the blood demon inside the box, they both smiled imperceptibly at each other.

—Philip had apparently overlooked something.

Since the blood demon could freely control the blood within his body.

Could decapitation... really be a fatal wound?

"Damn it, how could he turn off the live stream..."

Annan muttered, somewhat reluctantly shifting his gaze to the Dragon Language Dictionary in front of him.

He hesitated—knowing that Paper Princess was behind him drawing, Annan ultimately didn’t dare to use his admin privileges to peek at what Delicious Wind Goose was doing.

That’s right, he didn’t dare.

Annan was the type who, even when watching shows in the presence of friends and relatives, would always wear headphones out of caution.

...At worst, he could wait for Paper Princess to leave before checking the recording.

Just not too sure if the goose would turn out to be a beast...

But just then, Eugene burst into the room.

"—I apologize for the intrusion, Your Highness Annan!"

He called out loudly.

"...What is it?"

Annan slightly furrowed his brow, closed the dictionary, and replied with a steady and reliable voice, "This haste doesn’t suit your style."

"I’m very sorry, but a serious matter has arisen—"

"Is it about the blood demon?"

Sensing a hint of panic on Eugene Geraint’s face for the first time, Annan became slightly more serious, "If it’s that, I already know about it."

"No, although the blood demon was killed by Philip’s men a few hours ago and that could be considered a major event..."

This clearly wasn’t worth me coming to notify you personally.

Eugene didn’t say it outright, but that was the implication.

"What I’m talking about is something that’s happening right now!

"’The Pure Medium’ Bernardino Terescho, just three minutes ago, attacked the palace without warning! His target might have been the fourth prince, but fortunately, Prince Albert was not at home. However, his wife Queen Margaret has been murdered. And now fighting ’The Pure Medium’ is..."

Since Annan was actually aware of Margaret’s true identity, Eugene’s expression grew even more complex as he continued:

"—Denton, the fugitive black Wizard and ’Dream Stealer,’ whose identity was forcibly exposed."