The Righteous Player(s) C395– Let the Villains Fight Amongst Themselves

“Not bad…” Philip breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he did not know how Delicious Wind Goose achieved it, he did not care.

He never cared about the secrets and private lives of his subordinates. Even if they had an affair with his mistresses, it did not matter. For him, these people were just tools.

As long as they could perform in their mission, he would be willing to offer more if they were to ask for it.

Prince Philip praised, “Killing Blood Fiend is crucial to our plan. You did a good job, Delicious Wind Goose. I'm thinking about how to reward you.”

He was indeed delighted.

If the Blood Fiend completed the Fallen process, it could stir up much trouble.

It was entirely another level to control the blood of others as compared to controlling his blood only at the initial stage.

In the best-case scenario, the range in which his ability would affect the outside world was limited to his field of perception. In other words, those who approached him within 50 meters would die instantly without putting up a fight.

Once the Blood Fiend extracted the blood, it would be more than utilizing it as a sword or a needle.

It would be a huge threat when the blood turned into a giant demonoid, a hound, or flying swords.

If the Blood Fiend made a scene, there was no guarantee that this monster would not kill Philip in the palace.

What if Princess Royal and his stupid little brother increased their security level or heightened their vigilance because of the Blood Fiend?

Most importantly, what if the Blood Fiend killed the king directly?

Of course, the king's death was inevitable, but Prince Philip wanted it to happen after he killed his sister and brother.

Prince Philip took the toffee made from Demon Blood for a long time and held rituals related to the Cup-holding Lady and the Rotten Man daily. His might was enhanced to the stage where he could break the iron sword with his bare hands. Moreover, he could even dodge bullets within ten steps of his proximity. Even the Bronze Rank Transcender struggled to achieve this.

Prince Philip was confident that he could kill them instantly when his sister and brother relaxed their vigilance.

As for the evidence of murder?

Who would bother?

Silver Sire should be easy to fool.

He had never cared about the political competition in the world. As long as the taxes were paid on time, the taxes were paid in full, and the business activities in various places were maintained as usual, Silver Sire would not care about anything.

Silver Sire had one notable difference from other upright deities.

He was the only upright deity who accepted “bribes”.

In other words, only Silver Sire's sacrifice could be bought infinitely with money—silver coins.

Philip was neither greedy for money nor power.

His enjoyment was nothing more than eating, drinking, sex, and physical pleasure. How much could he spend at most?

As long as Silver Sire was willing, Prince Philip would not care even if he had to give all his money to Him. It would not bother Philip even if he were demanded to have his citizens pay tribute to Silver Sire monthly. He would even build more churches and strengthen the authority of the priests. He did not seek Silver Sire's protection but just hoped that He would not interfere.

Then, Prince Philip would keep enough money to keep the kingdom going, pay enough taxes to satisfy Silver Sire, give authority to the wise and greedy minister, and provide the fief to the brave general with many sons.

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

They would fight amongst themselves, while Philip would not do anything and get himself involved. With that, he would not be anyone's enemy.

All of these were for eternal enjoyment.

“I have to think carefully about what I can give you.” Philip put the opened box on the table, walked over, and helped Delicious Wind Goose up. He hugged his subordinate warmly, kissed on the cheek, and smiled happily, “You wait here. I'll go to the vault and look for something you can use.”

“…Your Highness, is that fine?” Delicious Wind Goose glanced awkwardly at the woman who was sleeping or awake on the bed.

Philip just gave Delicious Wind Goose a deep glance with his ruby-clear pupils and patted his shoulder with a smile, “As long as you want it… You have no idea how much you have helped me. Of course, this is not just a gift to you, but a little appetizer. Don't worry too much.”

Prince Philip said, leaned into Delicious Wind Goose's ear, and whispered, “I have a way to make the Child have black hair and red eyes before birth. So don't worry.”

Philip liked this reliable recruit.

Loyal, proactive, hardworking, capable, good-natured, and did not seem to understand the corruption among nobles. Most importantly, Philip held evidence that could sentence the Goose to death.

If it weren't for the Goose's appearance and the hair volume not up to his liking…

After saying that, Philip hummed softly and walked out the door.

Only Delicious Wind Goose and the young mistress sleeping with her eyes closed with her back to Delicious Wind Goose on the bed were left in the room.

Delicious Wind Goose thought for a moment.

He ignored the bullet texts of “Please stream it” and “Please don't turn off the live broadcast”, and resolutely turned off the live streaming of his perspective.

He righteously sent a bullet text, “Don't do this. I'm a real gentleman.”

Then, he took a deep breath and walked slowly towards Prince Philip's bed.

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

Glancing at Blood Fiend's head in the wooden box, the head and the Goose seemingly gave each other a faint smile.

Philip had apparently overlooked one thing.

Since Blood Fiend could freely control the blood in the body, would severing the head be fatal?

“Wow, why did this guy turn off the live stream?” Annan grumbled. He cast his eyes on the dragon language dictionary somewhat unwillingly.

He hesitated. Given that the Paper Princess was drawing behind him, Annan did not dare to use backend access to spy on what Delicious Wind Goose was doing.

Indeed, Annan would not dare at all.

Annan was the cautious type who would always plug in his headphones during his dramwatching spree, mainly if he was around his relatives and friends.

After all, he could switch to the recorded perspective after the Paper Princess left.

However, he was unsure if the Goose would stoop to such a low standard.

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

“Excuse me, Your Highness Annan!” He exclaimed loudly.

“What's wrong?” Annan frowned slightly, closed the dictionary, and spoke in a deep and reliable voice, “It's not your style to be in such a hurry.”

“I'm so sorry, but something happened.”

“Is it about the Blood Fiend?” Then, after noticing the flustered look on Eugene Geraint's face, Annan became a little serious, “I already know that.”

“No, even though Philip's men killed the Blood Fiend a few hours ago and it can be considered a notable matter.”

But this piece of news obviously is not worthwhile for me to inform you directly.

Eugene did not say it outright, but that was what he meant.

“What I'm talking about is something that's happening!

“[Purest Spiritual Medium] Bernardino Telesio attacked the palace three minutes ago without warning! His target may be the Fourth Prince, but fortunately, His Royal Highness Albert is not at home. However, his wife, Princess Margaret, has been killed. The battle with the 'Purest Spiritual Medium' now is…”

Since Annan knew Margaret's identity, Eugene's expression became more complicated when he spoke, “Black Wizard 'Dream Stealer' Danton, who was on the run, was forced to reveal his identity.”

Chapter end