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Exquisite transformation abilities and unimaginable resilience made the mudmen's assassination performance absolutely dazzling.

Black Scythe 1 claimed that some mudmen even possessed superb psionic powers.

These assassins would find suitable weapons themselves, becoming invincible killers without the buyer needing to worry.

Harkas listened with a pounding heart, his eyes filled with longing, as if he could already see his assassination targets torn to pieces by the mudmen.

He waved his hand, signaling the captain of the guard to hand over the money chest, while he took out a data slate:

"Take the money. I'll send you the operation plan."

Black Scythe 2 caught the money chest, counting the physical Throne coins inside on the spot.

Black Scythe 1 received the operation plan sent by Harkas via data slate. When he saw the assassination targets in the plan, he paused slightly, then sneered:

"This isn't right, is it? Weren't your original assassination targets just the Deputy Governor? How come there are several more people on this plan now?"

Harkas put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and said calmly:

"Mudmen are disposable bio-assassins. Those are your words. If there are any left after killing the Deputy Governor, let them go and take out the others on the list. Aren't you charging based on the number of mudmen? Forty thousand Throne coins per mudman, twenty-nine makes eleven million six hundred thousand. You won't be shortchanged. I decide who the mudmen kill."

Harkas gestured to the captain of the guard.

The captain of the guard took off another encrypted briefcase from his back. Inside was another sum of physical Throne coins.

The captain of the guard handed the case to Black Scythe 3, who quickly counted it. The amount in the case was exactly three million six hundred thousand Throne coins, equivalent to the third payment that was supposed to be paid after the assassination was completed.

"Hahaha, your Hive nobles' style is truly eye-opening. I like straightforward partners."

Black Scythe 1 tucked the data slate under his arm and clapped his hands vigorously:

"You're right, we charge based on the number of mudmen. Since we've received all the money, you get to decide the mudmen's assassination targets. Have your guards leave. I'll tell you how to control the mudmen now."

Harkas had brought eight fully armed guards with him as his trump card to prevent the Black Scythe trio from double-crossing him.

If all the guards left, Harkas wouldn't dare stay here.

"Send me the control method via data slate."

"Heh, are you kidding me, buddy? These are bio-assassins, not mechanical assassins. Controlling them requires your blood, voiceprint, and aura, not a few binary signal pulses. If you're not afraid of your guards using the mudmen to kill you, you can have them stay here. We've already received the money anyway."

What Black Scythe 1 said made some sense.

The other three had already received the money, so there was no need to double-cross him.

Rather than let the guards get their hands on the twenty-nine bio-assassins, he'd rather enjoy them himself.

Harkas's mind raced, and he snapped his fingers at his men:

"All of you, get out and wait in the corridor."

"Yes, young master." The captain of the guard bowed slightly, gave the Black Scythe trio a warning look, and led the guard squad away.

After the eight guards left, the cargo hold door hissed shut, the hydraulic transmission device pushing the gate closed.

The atmosphere inside the cargo hold became oppressive, making Harkas feel uneasy.

Black Scythe 2 and Black Scythe 3 stepped forward, one taking out a metal syringe to draw blood, the other holding a scanner to collect voiceprint and scent information.

Black Scythe 1 stood in front of Harkas, raising his hands and pressing down:

"Relax, buddy. We'll finish this work soon. By the way, was changing the plan your own idea? Aren't you afraid of Osges causing you trouble afterward?"

Black Scythe 1 took the opportunity to chat, so that Harkas wouldn't be so nervous.

Under the guidance of Black Scythe 2, Harkas extended his right arm, rolled up his sleeve, and prepared to receive the syringe piercing his skin.

Facing the needle, his body was a little stiff, but he still tried to appear calm:

"Heh, I'm a businessman. I think the essence of doing business lies in being flexible. Constantly adjusting your plans to maximize profits is what makes a qualified businessman."

"Oh~ I like your point of view. Only maximizing profits makes a qualified businessman. Coincidentally, I'm also a businessman."

Black Scythe 1 smiled meaningfully.

The laughter made Harkas's hair stand on end, as if a furry claw had reached into his chest, about to grasp his heart.

"Tss— — — —"

The metal syringe changed direction in mid-air, from piercing his arm to piercing his neck.

Before Harkas could scream, Black Scythe 3 covered his mouth and nose, preventing him from making a sound, while the mudmen around him grabbed Harkas's limbs, firmly holding him in place.

The metal syringe's piston was pushed, and the icy potion poured into Harkas's carotid artery, flowing throughout his body with the rushing blood.

Harkas widened his eyes in fear, and many blue-purple clouds appeared before his eyes.

Black Scythe 1's voice seemed to have a soul-stirring magic, lingering and hovering in Harkas's ears:

"When Osges asks the psionic for answers, it's actually you who are responding to him, right, Harkas?"

Harkas's pupils shrank suddenly. This was a secret buried deep in his heart, not even Ruth knew, but how could Black Scythe 1 in front of him know so clearly.

"Then have you ever thought about where the answers you get from your own psionic powers come from?"

Black Scythe 1's smile became exaggerated, the corners of his mouth curved greatly upward, the arc of his mouth as curved as a crescent moon:

"You guessed it, it's me. It's me who's responding to you."

"You! Mmm… Mmm mmm…" Harkas was gagged tightly, forced to endure the impact of the potion.

He felt himself losing control of his body, his brain becoming extremely sluggish, almost unable to think.

A faint stinging pain came from his shoulder joint, no different from a mosquito bite, making Harkas feel both numb and tingly.

He subconsciously looked over, almost pissing himself at what he saw.

His right arm had been unloaded by a mudman, as were his left arm and two thighs.

A mudman frantically gnawed on his limbs, gradually transforming into his appearance.

Strangely, the blood spurting from his body was not red, but presented a strange blue-purple color, like pieces of feathered wings.

"The Lord tells us that contemplation is the beginning of change, and change is the beginning of promotion."

Black Scythe 1's image underwent a dramatic change, with a pair of blue-purple wings faintly growing behind him:

"Harkas, you are also part of the plan and change. Every betrayal and calculation will be transformed into gifts prepared by us for the Lord. Embrace the destiny I have woven for you."

First torn apart by mudmen, and now witnessing non-human creatures, Harkas's will completely collapsed.

In an extremely shrill scream, he fell into endless darkness, while his guards never noticed the abnormality in the cargo hold from beginning to end.

After a long time.

A brand new "Harkas" appeared in the cargo hold, the number of mudmen changing from twenty-nine to twenty-eight.

When "Harkas" walked out of the cargo hold dressed in his clothes, his every move was no different from the real son of the magnate.

"Harkas" called his guards into the cargo hold one by one.

When "the eight guards" left the cargo hold, the number of mudmen in the cargo hold decreased from twenty-eight to twenty.

These twenty mudmen turned into stones, hiding in the piles of stacked stones.

"Harkas" helped the cargo ship complete customs inspection, and stevedores boarded the cargo ship to transport the stones.

A cargo hold full of stones was sent to the warehouse in the First District, ready to be used to build a stone sculpture.

This construction project was being undertaken by the Bennis family.

Helping the stones pass the airport's inspection was within "Harkas's" authority.

In the stone warehouse, a large batch of pre-selected disguise costumes, passes, and data slates were stockpiled.

Twenty mudmen transformed into human appearances, wore disguise costumes, and took data slates and passes with legal identity markers.

Finally, "Harkas" and "the guards" led the mudmen disguised as servants of the Royal Court District into the transport vehicle, perfectly blending into the festive atmosphere.

"Osges, they are ready."

"Harkas" returned to the float and whispered to Osges:

"At five o'clock this afternoon, when the servants in the Royal Court District change shifts, our people will enter the Royal Court District to execute the plan. If everything goes well, there will be results at nine o'clock tonight."

"Very good, you did well. You've been so carefree for so long, you've finally done something serious."

Osges smiled slightly, never realizing that the "Harkas" beside him had long since changed.

Recalling Hakas's past displays of laziness, Osgood felt uneasy and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Is everything confirmed to be proceeding according to plan? Have you guys given anything away?"

"Of course, it's all according to plan, so don't worry. Tonight, when we gather at your manor, I guarantee we'll receive good news from the Royal Court District."

"Hmm, that's good then." The smile on Osgood's face became even more sincere, and he waved his arms more energetically at the crowds by the roadside, as if these people were about to become his subjects.

According to the traditional customs of the New Year Festival, the New Year's Eve should be spent with the closest people.

At that time, the Governor's family and the direct bloodline core members of the Foggis family will have dinner together in the Royal Court District.

The Jamin branch to which he belonged, along with members of other branches, would hold banquets in their respective manors.

In order to step forward as soon as possible after the Deputy Governor's assassination, Osgood had made ample preparations.

Tonight, appearing at his manor would not only be all the members of the Jamin branch, but also members of other Foggis branches who were on good terms with him, as well as all the partners who were in the same camp as him.

The Levere family, the Bruton family, the Wanser family, the Water family, and so on, members of families large and small would all appear at his manor.

When the bad news of the Deputy Governor's assassination spread, Osgood would lead a large group of people to the Royal Court District.

A passionate speech, a condemnation of the assassination, a tearful performance, all of these would help him ascend to the position of Governor.

The will found on the Deputy Governor's body would seal the deal.

This will was written by the assassin before the Deputy Governor died, under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs.

The contents of the will would benefit everyone present.

Whether it was the wealthy nobles who followed him to the Royal Court District, or other families who were not present, they could all benefit from this will.

Even if people knew it was fake, it had to be real.

Osgood slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

Everything was according to plan.

Just waiting for 9 o'clock tonight.

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The parade convoy returned, and when the convoy approached the Royal Court District, it parted ways. The Governor's vehicle continued to drive towards the Royal Court District, while the vehicles of other families left separately.

After the car stopped, Foggis got out of the transport vehicle. Delton was standing at the entrance of the residence.

Foggis activated the communication beads and quietly inquired in the encrypted channel.

"Delton, is everything normal with the plan?"

Delton remained calm, holding a data pad and a file bag in his hand, pretending to have something to report.

He followed behind Foggis, first nodded to Leno and Teedore, and then activated the communication beads, saying in the encrypted channel:

"Sir, as of now, everything is normal with the plan."

"Hmm, stay vigilant, don't be careless before the plan succeeds."

"Yes, sir."

"What are you two whispering about?" Teedore blinked in confusion, scanning her father and Delton, whose lips were slightly trembling.

Foggis terminated the encrypted communication, stopped and turned sideways, his gaze kind:

"I've prepared a New Year's gift for you, please allow me to keep it a secret for now. You'll know when the evening comes."

"Thank you, Daddy, for the gift." Teedore thanked him with a smile.

Gift?

Is there a tradition of giving gifts on the New Year Festival?

No one told me.

Leno followed Teedore and thanked him.

After entering the residence, Foggis and Delton went to the office.

Leno and Teedore went to the lounge near the banquet hall to rest, preparing to welcome the dinner.

On the way, Leno whispered:

"Do we need to prepare a gift for Dad?"

"No need, New Year's gifts are given by elders to juniors. The better the junior performs in the past year, the more generous the gift."

Teedore raised her head and looked at Leno, who was half a head taller than her:

"The people attending the banquet tonight are all carefully selected by Dad for you."

"They are currently nominally Dad's subordinates, but in fact, they are working for you. The core content of their work is to pay material taxes with synthetic starch and meet the food needs of the military department."

"After we get married, these people will follow me out of the Foggis family and merge into your Wilsi family, becoming a branch of the Wilsi family. When you become the Governor, they will become your subordinates, until you find other candidates to replace them."

"So, you'd better not leave early tonight. I will accompany you throughout the necessary social engagements."

The current starch industry is divided into two parts, one is responsible for profit, and the other is responsible for paying tithes.

Isabelle is responsible for the profit projects of the starch industry.

Teedore and the Foggis family direct members selected by Foggis are responsible for the tax payment projects.

This top-level plan was made by Leno after receiving Macardo's letter.

Separating the profit projects and the tax payment projects can clarify the attribution of responsibility, allowing those responsible for making money to work hard to make money, and those responsible for preparing tithes to wholeheartedly prepare taxes, and the two do not interfere with each other.

As the Governor, the most important responsibility is to pay taxes.

The people at the banquet tonight are basically equivalent to future confidants.

In the near future, there are no more suitable candidates than them.

In the past two months of getting along, Teedore basically figured out what kind of person her fiancé is.

Rational, intelligent, decisive, and quick-witted are all his advantages.

His only shortcoming is not the social anxiety that scientific researchers generally have, but the mistaken belief that others are as rational as he is.

When faced with effective social interaction, he can get along with people in appropriate ways.

When faced with ineffective social interaction, he will decisively abandon it, which is his rational side.

But in fact, after becoming the Governor, he must face many ineffective, and even negative, social interactions.

Reason tells him that he should abandon such social interactions.

But in fact, he cannot avoid it, or rather, simply avoiding ineffective and negative social interactions will only cause more trouble.

Tonight's banquet is a typical example.

As subordinates of the Governor, those who attend the banquet should complete the tax payment work for the Governor, which is their duty and responsibility.

But they are not machines, nor are they servitors.

They have their own desires and fantasies about the future.

Moreover, they are not rational enough and cannot actively abandon unrealistic extravagance like Leno.

Helping them recognize the gap between reality and dreams is exactly what the Governor should do.

Knocking on them, reminding them, and letting them put away the thoughts they shouldn't have, can make them as rational as Leno.

Teedore told her accumulated thoughts over this period.

Leno was quite touched.

What Teedore said was completely correct.

His past approach was to actively stay away from irrational guys and separate from them as soon as possible.

— For example, the stevedores he encountered when he first crossed over.

But in fact, this kind of irrational person is the majority in the world.

After becoming the Governor, he can no longer treat such people in the same way as before, otherwise, he will only isolate himself invisibly.

Leno raised his hands, cupped Teedore's cheeks, and gently rubbed the other's face:

"Thank you, Teedore. I've woken up. I'll stay at the banquet tonight and listen to your command throughout."

"Hehe~ Very good. In terms of social interaction, you can't go wrong if you listen to me. I have been receiving education in this area since I was a child."

The two whispered in the corner.

A figure dressed as a servant passed by, pushing a cleaning cart.

Taking the opportunity to sweep the floor, the servant lingered around Leno and the two of them, hearing fragments of their conversation.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a smile, he pushed the cleaning cart away, met another servant, and quickly exchanged information.

"I have confirmed the target."

"Received. For my Lord."

"For my Lord."

The two servants acted separately, whispering and communicating with more than twenty other servants.

What these people didn't notice at all was that Leno's expression had changed slightly...

Only because when the servant passed by him, the miniature Dongdong finder that Leno carried with him reacted.

The Dongdong finder vibrated slightly and sent a warning message to the data pad.

Leno made an excuse to enter the washroom and check the detailed content of the message.

"Marla! That bastard just now is a Mudman! Kill him quickly! Otherwise, he will smash your head!"