The Righteous Player(s)

"so far so good……"

Philip breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know how the delicious wind goose did it.

But he doesn't care about this kind of thing either.

He never cared about the secrets and private lives of his men... Even if he had an affair with his mistress, it didn't matter, it was just a tool and a tool anyway.

As long as they can do the tasks they have assigned, even if they want more, they can't be given to them.

Prince Philip exclaimed: "Killing the Gorefiend is very important to our plan. You did a very good job, delicious wind goose... I'm thinking about how to reward you."

He is really very happy.

When the Gorefiend completely degenerates, the ghost knows what trouble he will make.

From controlling one's blood to controlling the blood of others, this is a completely different concept.

In the best case, his range of ability is only the range of perception-that also means that people within 50 meters of him will die instantly without resistance.

And the blood was drawn out by him... then it wasn't just a sword or a needle.

Whether it is becoming a giant demon or a hunting dog, even if it is a lot of floating swords, the degree of trouble has risen exponentially.

If he makes a big fuss, it is impossible to guarantee that he will not kill him in the palace.

What if because of him, the princess and his stupid brother strengthened the security around them, or increased their vigilance?

And the most important thing... What if he kills His Majesty directly?

Of course your majesty will die, but it must be after he killed his sister and brother.

Long-term consumption of toffee made of devil’s blood, and constant rituals to the cup-holder and the rotten man every day, this made Philip's power strong enough to break the iron sword with his bare hands, and even dodge bullets within ten steps. ——This is a power that the Bronze Rank's transcendents can hardly achieve.

He has full confidence that when his sister and brother relax their vigilance, he can kill them instantly.

As for the homicide evidence?

--who cares?

Sir Silver is also very foolish.

His elders have never cared about political struggles in the world, as long as they pay taxes on time, pay taxes in full, and maintain normal business activities everywhere, Sir Silver will do nothing.

Moreover, Sir Silver has a significant difference from other righteous gods.

He is the only righteous God who accepts "bribery".

In other words, only the sacrifice of the Silver Lord can be bought infinitely with money-that is, silver coins.

Philip was neither greedy of money nor power.

How much can he spend on his own enjoyment by eating men and women and sensual dogs and horses?

As long as Sir Silver is willing, it doesn't matter if he gives all the remaining money to him, it doesn't matter if the people of the whole country make sacrifices to him every month, it doesn't matter if he wants to build more temples and strengthen the power of priests. Don't ask Silver Sir to protect himself, as long as he doesn't interfere.

Keep enough money to allow the kingdom to run, pay enough tax money that satisfies Sir Silver; give power to the wise and greedy ministers, and give the fief to the brave and many-born generals.

At that time, the church, ministers, and generals will naturally restrain each other.

They competed at will, and Philip would not be anyone’s enemy if he could not do anything or touch anything.

——Just permanent enjoyment.

"I have to think about it. I have given you something."

Philip put the opened box on the table, walked over to lift the delicious goose, embraced him warmly, kissed his cheek, and smiled happily: "You are waiting here, I will go to the vault. Find you what you can use."

"...Your Highness, this... not very convenient, right?"

Delicious Wind Goose glanced awkwardly, not knowing whether it was a woman who was asleep or awake on the bed.

Philip just glanced deeply at the delicious wind goose with his ruby-clear pupils, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "As long as you want to-you don't know how much you helped me. Of course, this is not something for you, just a few appetizers...no need to worry too much."

He said, leaning into the ear of the delicious wind goose, and whispered: "I have a way to change the child to black and red eyes before birth. So don't worry."

For himself, a particularly reliable novice, Philip really does not like it.

Loyal, proactive, hardworking, capable, good personality, and seemingly ignorant of the dirt among the nobles. Most importantly, Philip held a handle that was enough to convict him of death.

If it's not the other person's appearance...and hair volume, it's really not my favorite...

After that, Philip hummed softly and went out.

Only the delicious wind goose and the young mistress who was sleeping with her eyes closed with her back on the bed.

The delicious wind goose pondered for a moment.

He ignored the barrage of "seeking live broadcast" and "please leave it alone", and resolutely turned off his live broadcast.

And righteously sent a bullet screen: "Don't be like this, I am a gentleman."

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and walked slowly to Prince Philip's bed.

Delicious Wind Goose took a deep look at the wooden box at the head of the bed.

Glancing at the head of the Gorefiend in the wooden box, each other showed an invisible smile.

——Philip obviously overlooked one thing.

Since the blood demon can freely control the blood in the body.

Was it really fatal for him to be severed?

"Absolutely, how did this guy turn off the live broadcast..."

Annan mumbled. Some unwillingly cast their gazes on the Dragon Language Dictionary in front of them.

He hesitated for a moment-considering that Zhiji was painting behind him, Annan finally didn't dare to use the background authority to peek at what Tasty Fengge was doing.

Yes, he is not too dare.

Annan is the kind of cautious type who is around relatives and friends, even if he is watching fan chase dramas, he will definitely plug in headphones.

... After the Zhiji left, he went to the recording and broadcasting to watch.

I'm just not sure, will this goose be as good as a beast...

But at this moment, Eugene suddenly broke in from the door.

"——It's rude, Your Highness Annan!"

He shouted loudly.

"……what's happenin?"

Annan frowned slightly, closed the dictionary and made a calm and reliable voice: "It's not like you in such a hurry."

"I'm very sorry, but something really happened—"

"Is it the blood demon?"

Realizing that Eugene Gerant's face was really panicked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Annan became a little serious: "I already know about that."

"No, even though the Gorefiend was killed by Philip's people a few hours ago, it can be considered a major event..."

But this is obviously not worthy of letting me inform you directly.

Eugene didn't say it directly, but that's what he meant.

"What I want to say is something that is happening!

"Bernardino Treshaw, the'pure psychic', attacked the palace just three minutes ago without warning! His target may be the fourth prince, but fortunately, His Royal Highness Albert is not at home, but his wife Princess Margaret has been killed. And now the one who is fighting the "Pure Psychic" is..."

Because Annan actually knew the identity of Margaret, Eugene's expression became more complicated when he said this:

"——I was forced to reveal his identity, and he was on the run, the dark wizard "Dream Stealer" Denton."