Chapter 1081: Chapter 874: A Bit Unlucky Bane
The true malice of ‘Lu Huayu’ does not actually lie in the Coagulation Powder… The Tracking Powder and Coagulation Powder thrown out at the beginning were used to eliminate assassins, along with so other deadly poisons.
At that ti, he thought very simply, just kill off this annoying group.
But later on the carriage, when he suspected Prince Hols might be a pawn sent to die, the Road Eunuch placed a mixture of Itching Powder, Yawning Powder, and Paralysis Powder in his hand.
When he discovered that Prince Hols seed unaware of his predicant, this ruthless Chief Steward threw the mixture on the ground… It was already mixed together, impossible to retrieve, so he could only see who would be unlucky.
Whoever got hit by this might rather turn into blood pudding… The alternating sensations of drowsiness and itching ca over, and yet the person couldn’t move at all.
Very few people in Toril specifically study such prank powders, but it’s different for the Undead Tribe. After all, everyone won’t die, and losing experience from killing only matters to those who care, and maybe it’s even more satisfying to have those who offend you suffer this fate.
However, Road Eunuch, who had only ever used powders on the Undead Tribe, ignored one thing… The senses of the Undead Tribe are greatly diminished.
So, when the Goblin Chief God withdrew his pressure and started clawing at the Undead Tribe, the wailing from the mountainside was tragic in the extre.
Prince Hols, who had just recovered, was startled and couldn’t help but grab the carriage window to look over… The shrieks were obviously coming from so Yinbutu people.
Although most people in this world speak the common language, each country still has its unique accent, and Prince Hols would not fail to recognize his own people.
Could it be that so Yinbutu people foolishly followed to take advantage?
However, in his panic, he was stunned… Those stiff bodies lying on the ground, only able to use their mouths, were very clearly dressed as assassins.
Hmm… Clearly, they were subordinates of Cyric.
“Oh my~” ‘Lu Huayu’ glanced lightly, “Sounds terrifying! It seems these people are a bit sensitive.
By the way, these people ca following the Crown Prince… In any case, they are the ones who will pay in the future, so I took care of them on the way.
You don’t have any objections, right?”
Prince Hols nervously swallowed his saliva; how did he feel like he was being threatened!
But as for the matter with the Teraxil Elves, it will be dealt with later; anyway, as long as he honestly pays, there shouldn’t be a problem.
Who sent the assassins below?
The Yinbutu Crown Prince really doesn’t think it was any of his brothers… If he died, none of his father’s bastards would survive!
Prince Hols knows his mother very well; she wouldn’t care if anyone was innocent! She wouldn’t even bother to identify who the murderer was.
Doesn’t that an soone could take advantage?
She would never allow it.
And her fierce deanor should be clear to the nobles of Yinbutu!
As for killing Queen Yinbutu… Even Prince Hols didn’t know whether the young n in his mother’s little estate were male pets or bodyguards.
But as long as Prince Hols left the Royal Palace, Queen Yinbutu would definitely not take a single step out of the estate, always accompanied by at least three Heim rcenaries over Level 20 as bodyguards.
She is the one who can make the most money in Yinbutu, and by managing her dowry and the private property given by the Old King, she has created a safe environnt for herself and her son.
And although the Temple of Heim has many criticisms, they are diligent once hired… As long as you pay enough, there are no problems.
Prince Hols’ mind was racing; he really couldn’t think of who would make a move on him… Could it be Giant Valley?
But it’s impossible!
Toril does have deities! Although there are many strong ones who can block the sight of deities, those with such abilities wouldn’t need to resort to plots and sches!
Prince Hols knows himself well; in a decadent country like Yinbutu, unless a demon or devil wants to perform a sacrifice, there’s no value even in using it… But such matters need lots of people!
The Royal Capital of Yinbutu probably has fewer people than a small city near Sword Bay!
Prince Hols glanced at the concerned Teraxil Elf Command who approached, and couldn’t help but voice his doubts.
“King of Yinbutu, surely isn’t an only child, right?” ‘Lu Huayu’ asked skillfully, “Is there a younger brother from the sa mother… Soone who would certainly take the throne if your family were wiped out?
If not, are there any high-ranking, wealthy Royal Family Crown Princes?
If not, is any Crown Prince pursuing Queen Yinbutu?”
The Chief Steward’s triple-question completely overwheld the Yinbutu Crown Prince… besides the first option, it seems like all the others fit.
The previous Queen of Yinbutu was even more ruthless than his mother. Although the previous king had mistresses, he had no illegitimate children.
If his father had any siblings from the sa mother, they absolutely wouldn’t have made it to the throne.
Not just the Royal Family, even the nobles would agree to let him pursue his own sweet love… But the reason his father managed to go on from being underage is precisely because he was an only child, right?
‘Lu Huayu’ realized from the prince’s expression that, indeed, a weakened Royal Family would always face a power struggle crisis.
In Toril, the Royal Family all have hidden big shots behind them, and the dangers they encounter are just a few types, mostly their internal struggles.
‘Lu Huayu’ shrugged and left with little interest… Those thieves howled for a while and then turned blue, losing their breath.
It seems that the effect of the Coagulation Powder was not quite what he expected.
Prince Hols, who appeared lost in thought, cautiously glanced out of the corner of his eye at the elf he had once considered a playboy… How could he forget that no matter how much a playboy enjoys life, he won’t hesitate when it cos to dealing the killing blow.
After all, the prodigal young master who can live recklessly must have a decisive father or mother, subtly teaching them not to show rcy to encountered foes.
The nobles following them sat silently in their carriages, fully aware of what everything before them signified… Now, it’s estimated they’re all wondering who did it and whether it has any connection to their families.
Though many were hiding in the cave, silence prevailed, with everyone lost in their own thoughts.
On the mountain top, the Undead Tribe, while vigorously battling with the Goblin Chief God, couldn’t help but mutter about the screams echoing below.
“Road Eunuch’s trump card has been revealed!”
“His boss really is bold, drinking the wine and beverages he delivers every day.”
“So what! It’s not like he’s a poison king in reality.
Road Eunuch isn’t an Old Dog; he doesn’t have a hobby of betraying his boss.
No matter how cunning the Chief Steward, he’s loyal, after all. Once the boss changes, he’d be out.”
“What nonsense are you spouting? Wasn’t it natural for Old Dog’s bosses to fall victim to foul play? Truly think a bit of money can force others to sell their family properties!
Even if bought, it depends on whether you can keep it!”
Although the Undead Tribe appeared relaxed, they knew they were dood… With an undefeatable boss and experience undeducted, it signaled yet again, it was ti for the scripted plot.
It’s just that they’re feeling a bit scared… To save money, they hadn’t planned on setting up a soul-splitting artifact of the Temporal Artifact here.
That thing isn’t free.
They didn’t want most of the money earned from one run to be spent on hiring a Divine Artifact, so… when Old Dog initiated a group vote, more than half voted against it.
If they died, they’d just pay the Priest a hard-earned fee.
But now… could they only hope Road Eunuch, hiding, happened to have a Priest with him?
William is too ruthless. Wasn’t it just once they didn’t send him money? Yet he’s bullying honest, diligent, and hard-working common folk like this!
Hill sighed, not knowing how William intended to wrap this up… This incarnation of Magnubiyeh wouldn’t disappear unless destroyed.
After all, AO received a satisfactory paynt, and it’d be impossible for him to take action to dispel it.
Shaer’s voice eerily echoed: “It’s Bane, Magnubiyeh is now a Lesser God of Bane’s. Dark Sun says it’s the combined effect of the Zasman Dagger and Mithril Chain of Sorrow.”
“He wants that dagger. It suits him better than the Demon-Slaying Dagger.”
Celene asked in surprise, “Is Cyric lucid?”
“Bane’s news always clears his head for a while,” Shaer said indifferently. “Although he abandoned many emotions, Dark Sun will never forget his hatred for the Three Gods of Death.”
“Even with great power, the stronger one becos, the harder it is to forget the feeling of being coerced and threatened,” Celene empathized.
Shaer let out a couple of cold laughs before speaking unapologetically: “You two have quite a lot in common.”
Both crazy, Hill silently mocked.
Celene suddenly let out a ‘hehehehe’ laugh, and then the moonlight in the pool vanished abruptly, reappearing on the giant screen above, directly facing Magnubiyeh.
In the Shadow, Shaer froze, murmuring, “Truly gone mad?”
“Suren?” Magnubiyeh said fiercely, “Mind your own business if you want to live long!”
“Hmm… he’s done for,” Shaer said casually.
“Even getting Lady’s na wrong?” Celene’s silver-blue long dress slowly manifested a layer of scale armor, and her hand also appeared with her April Scepter, “Indeed, goblins lack intelligence!”
Magnubiyeh paused for a few seconds, then suddenly changed his tone: “Ah, Lady Celene, it’s my poor information that failed .”
Never would one have thought that the always headstrong Goblin Chief God could utter sothing akin to capitulation.
Confused, Celene blinked and suddenly said: “Is Bane’s grip on you really that strong?”
Hill helplessly sipped his wine; Bane probably never imagined his little secret would be uncovered so quickly.
No Royal Family wouldn’t fear this Tyrant Monarch, but so places where the lower class had long been oppressed rather liked him… After all, in the end, everyone dies, so why not follow a tyrant to first get rid of those Royal Nobility.
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