PFC Chapter 113 The boss makes his move...
Chapter 113 The boss makes his move...
Chapter 113 The boss makes his move...
"Eric?" Bright frowned and slowly shook his head: "Back then, many people in the Forest Heart cult concealed their names. The only notable ones were the knight commander who had infiltrated the nobility and the old man named Chris. I really don't know much about the others."
The envoy frowned. Most members of the Heart of the Forest had concealed their real names, which was one of the reasons they chose Eric. Only by being sufficiently hidden could they avoid being noticed by the high-ranking human nobles, and only then would the artifact be safest.
I just didn't expect that I would still be noticed.
"That lady just said... Mr. Bright didn't attend the noble meeting?" The messenger pointed to Yu Nu Wugua.
Bright glanced over, and the Rain Woman lowered her head slightly, seemingly too guilty to meet his gaze. Eliza saw this and was even more pleased. She covered for him, saying, "Mr. Bright has indeed been very busy these days. Holy Stone City cannot afford any trouble right now, and there are too many corpses to handle. But as I said, such a lowly job as a corpse collector can be easily replaced by a hired substitute. Someone of Mr. Bright's status doesn't really need to stay there all the time."
In fact, Eliza had some suspicions that Bright might have some secret in the morgue. After all, burning corpses was not a respectable profession in aristocratic circles. What kind of quirk would make someone like this profession?
"I'll consider it," Bright replied casually, offering no further explanation.
Eliza gave an awkward laugh, and the messenger stared intently at Bright, but ultimately remained silent.
This is a special existence. It clearly refused to become a citizen of the Shadows, yet it still obtained the privileges of the Shadow Seed, and its contributions far surpass those of Eliza.
Putting everything else aside, the existence of those all-powerful bloodlines alone has given the Shadow Faction a dozen or so pure-blooded Shadow Transcendents, making it difficult for the higher-ups to target him. Judging from the efficiency with which he is helping the Shadow Faction expand, he is even comparable to a Marquis they have developed in the south!
Although he didn't know how he did it, in order to maintain the current scale of population growth, he couldn't do anything to the other party without evidence.
"I heard from Eliza that this noble council has had a significant impact. Are you really that indifferent?"
Bright shook his head: "No, it's mainly because I was too tired and was late. It's not that I didn't attend. When I got to the meeting hall, the meeting had already been temporarily suspended. Besides, I don't plan to make any major changes to the job assignments of the nobles for the time being."
"Mr. Bright, don't you intend to take this opportunity to improve the quality of your subjects?" Eliza asked with concern. "I originally planned to use this opportunity to improve the quality of your subjects, since as a viscount, your population composition is too homogeneous."
"Thank you, Lord City Lord." Bright smiled. "I have reached some agreements with Mr. Michel. We need to prepare a large number of workers. Don't be fooled by the fact that they are not producing anything yet. In the future, they will become more valuable than the lawyers and doctors in the middle class. At the current market price, if I replace a doctor, I will have to give up at least dozens of workers. It is too uneconomical."
"You seem quite confident," Eliza said with a hint of doubt in her eyes. Dozens of workers for one doctor—that's already a discounted price—and he's still not satisfied? Does that mean the price of workers will go up in the future?
This guy definitely has a secret.
"Let's talk about the deceased first," Bright said, turning to the messenger who had been observing him. "Mr. Eric, right? Was he important to our Shadow Kingdom?"
The envoy frowned. The other party was not yet a citizen of the Shadows, but they kept referring to their Shadow Kingdom as "our God Kingdom."
"It's very important. What he lost is extremely important. The promise I just made still stands. Mobilize all your resources. Anyone with intelligence will receive a reward from the Divine Kingdom."
Eliza and the judge both seemed to be deep in thought. The reward offered by the messenger was indeed tempting, but more importantly, it was a sense of crisis. Both of them were intelligent and could immediately sense something.
This time, the Shadow faction seems to have suffered a great loss, and we must find out what happened. This is not only for the reward, but also for their future.
"Mr. Bright, are you not busy?" Eliza greeted him with a smile as soon as they stepped out of the Shadow House. "Why don't you come sit with me for a while? It's been a long time since we last met, Your Honor, since we returned from Mirandil."
Brett glanced at the sexy and beautiful woman, feeling wary. He had ruined her plans, yet she seemed oblivious. Putting everything else aside, her patience was that of a qualified politician; this woman was born to work in this industry.
"Very well..." the judge said with a smile, "Milandil has been busy with official duties since he returned. We really should get together. After all, we haven't celebrated the city lord's victory yet."
"Your Honor is right," Bright added with a smile. "Has the cook for Lady Eliza's villa been recruited yet?"
"Rest assured, the new chef is from the Kingdom of Charles. He is not only proficient in the cuisine of our Rhine Empire, but also in the Eastern cuisine of Charles. He will definitely satisfy you. We have also taken stock of some fine vintage wines in the villa."
"That would be great." Bright rubbed his hands together, looking very interested.
Eliza observed the other person, thinking about how to start the conversation.
The power displayed by the Shadow Messenger is indeed formidable, but that doesn't mean this powerful organization will win in the end. Bright's ability to make the Shadow Messenger hesitant to question him must indicate that he has something to rely on. There are indeed some things that can be discussed with him.
The presiding judge shared the same sentiment. Betraying the faith of Lieyang was a very risky thing. If it were exposed, not only would he face trial, but his women would also likely be implicated. He was someone who couldn't afford to lose.
If anything goes wrong on the Shadow Messenger's side, or even if there is a risk of exposure, he should prepare in advance.
Seeing the calculating look in their eyes, Bright breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: I finally made it...
If Rain Woman hadn't had someone notify Elsie in advance to guard the gate for her, perhaps the person who invited her to the meeting would have seen her unconscious. Eliza has been keeping a close eye on her these past few days.
Once the Shadow Messenger discovers something unusual about you, it will inevitably become suspicious. It's very likely that your spirit's outings will be discovered. If the Shadow Messenger finds out that your spirit went to the forest, given the importance of that artifact, even without sufficient evidence, it will probably interrogate you directly. That would be really troublesome!
This operation is probably the most dangerous one I've ever faced.
Bright recalled the situation at the time.
Three hours ago:
There's only one chance, but how do you deal with Eric who possesses a powerful artifact?
When Bright saw that all the players were lying on the ground, he knew that if he didn't handle the situation well, he would lose the whole game!
But thankfully, I still have an ace up my sleeve!
"Remember, once he dies, you must seize that sword immediately and find a way to hide it. Only come back to me when you are absolutely safe. Remember, it must be under absolutely safe conditions."
Bright was speaking to Sweet Rice Dumpling. As a Corpse Whisperer, he could make his voice heard by living people, and specifically by designated living people. This was the Corpse Whisperer's innate advantage.
Sweet Rice Dumpling, who had thought she was going to die, was overjoyed when she heard Bright's voice.
Wang Gou Dan was right. Mr. Bright was indeed a powerful figure. He had a way to deal with a boss like that.
But what method does Mr. Bright intend to use to kill this awesome guy in front of him?
A sword?
Sweet Rice Dumpling glanced with difficulty at the sword in Eric's hand, which was shrouded in a murky shadow. That thing was probably the key to controlling the situation, but the problem was that he couldn't move now. How could Mr. Bright get close to the other party?
Just as Eric was about to take down the group of unfamiliar outsiders with his sword, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if something had pushed him!
Almost instinctively, he swung his sword and slashed behind him!
The immense energy cleaved a large forest in half, and the terrifying power only intensified the despair of the players. What level were they? How could they encounter such a boss? This didn't make sense!
What is it?
Eric looked around in astonishment, sword in hand. According to the messenger, all living things below level 60 were immobilized under the barrier. Could it be that a terrifying being above level 60 had appeared? A magical beast?
That shouldn't be the case. If it were a monster, I should have died by now.
Or perhaps... an evil spirit?
A cold glint flashed in Eric's eyes as he looked at the spot where Chris had died. Chris was a magic-based class, so it wasn't impossible for his soul to become an evil spirit after death.
However, if it's just a level 10 or so evil spirit, then there's no need to pay attention to it. Just like before, at most it can only push itself a little.
It's very likely that his soul was annihilated by the attack just now.
Ha... What a foolish, stubborn person. Does he think that becoming an evil spirit will allow him to take revenge on himself?
Thinking of this, he turned back again, walked step by step to Li Gou Dan and Tian Zong Zi at the front, and raised his sword.
The most urgent task is to silence these living people; no living person should know that I possess a divine artifact.
"Boss, do it..." Sweet Rice Dumpling panicked as the black sword was about to strike. Her intuition told her that being killed by that thing would be far more serious than an ordinary death!
"Boss?" Li Gou Dan and the others were taken aback. Who was Tian Zongzi calling?
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred: Eric, who resembled a demon god, was suddenly severed in half at the waist!