Chapter 501 True Fatherly Love and Filial Piety
Killing the Marquis is only the first step.
Mo Cheng knew very well that simply killing the commander of the [Flame Legion] would be of no avail, as the King of Bezeko could simply send a new legion to carry out the mission.
The purpose of killing the Marquis was to prevent the other party from becoming desperate and carrying out a massacre of the city.
Secondly, his identity is of some use to Mo Cheng.
[Seventy-two Transformations] This skill has never disappointed Mo Cheng since it was extracted. After transforming into a marquis, Mo Cheng directly issued orders in the camp.
The first thing he did was to postpone the plan of massacre in the city, and then urge the medical officer and his team to research more things.
As for whether the medical officer would be dissatisfied or suspicious of the Marquis's changing orders every day...
Not to mention that the [Seventy-two Transformations] has no flaws. Before there is accurate evidence to accuse the Marquis of being no longer the same person, he is the most powerful person in this camp.
Even if King Pezeko gave an order, he could still shirk it by saying "A general is not subject to the king's orders when he is away from home."
Moreover, the medical officer did not even realize that the Marquis had been replaced, and the plan of massacre was changed every day, which was also regarded as the greed of the superiors who wanted "this", "this", and "this more".
Sir Marquis, this is not the first time that the medical officer has encountered such a boss, and it seems that he will not be the last.
After Mo Cheng issued an order that the troops in the entire camp were not allowed to enter or leave within three days, he found an excuse to ask his subordinates not to disturb him within three days.
After that, he quietly left the camp of the Flame Legion and returned to the city of Rothal without being discovered by anyone.
As soon as he returned to the city, Mo Cheng followed the channel through which Ephialtis transmitted information and told him to let some people leave Rotal City as much as possible and go to other cities.
The reason why the Marquis wanted to massacre the city was very simple. First, he wanted to obtain the wealth of the Dragon Worshiping Order, especially the information on how to transform the Dragonborn from the leader of the order.
The second reason is to keep it secret. Before the transformed dragon race can be established as an organized organization, this matter must not be known to any country.
This way the solution would be much simpler. Mo Cheng knew that after a few days when the people from the [Flame Legion] discovered that the Marquis had been killed, they would probably restart the [Massacre] plan.
Then all I need to do is give them two or three days to prepare before they react, using my status as the Marquis, and then let a group of people leave Rothal and go to other cities.
This way there would be no need for secrecy.
Unless King Pezeko was so crazy that he would start multiple massacres of the cities under his name for an army that has not yet shown the potential to dominate the world.
As long as the Flame Legion's impulse to overthrow the superiors is curbed, the plan of massacre will not be difficult to implement.
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On the other side, the administrator's residence.
As soon as Ephialtis received Mo Cheng's message, he quickly understood the meaning of Mo Cheng's actions.
This is undoubtedly the quickest and simplest solution. When the news can no longer be kept secret, if the Flame Legion wants to use massacre as a means of keeping it secret, it will not only face a counterattack from the local nobles of Rothal.
Even King Pezeko would begin to wonder if the Flame Legion's blade had ideas of its own.
After all, legally speaking, the city of Rothal is the property of King Pezeko. If the massacre was carried out to keep the news of the transformation of the Dragonborn secret, it would be understandable.
But since he failed to keep the secret and carried out the massacre, King Pezeko suffered a huge loss.
Those in power seldom reflect on their own mistakes, and few of them will take the blame for their subordinates. As long as the commander of the [Flame Legion] still has a bit of political wisdom, he will not continue to act on his own.
Realizing that this was a rare opportunity, Ephialtes immediately walked out of the room and planned to contact his men, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw his father with a dark face.
"Where are you going?"
Administrator Bob seemed to have expected this, and he stood in front of his youngest son, his eyes full of loss and regret.
"Father?!" Fear of his father's accumulated power made Ephialtis take a step back. "I want to go out and do what I should do."
"Stupid! Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"
"I know."
Looking at his youngest son's determined face, Executive Officer Bob sighed secretly in his heart, then turned his back to his youngest son and said, "This is not something you should be involved in. Leave your so-called organization and this matter to your eldest brother..."
Ephialtes' brain made a "boom" sound, and he could no longer hear what his father said next. He only heard his father asking him to hand over the power he had gained with great effort to his eldest brother.
In this matter, my eldest brother clearly did nothing.
It is he who maintains order in the city.
It was he who stood on the front line against the leader of the cult and others.
It was him too...
Countless thoughts kept pouring out of his brain, drowning Ephialtes and covering up his sanity.
His father's words that he would take away his power caused him to fall into a certain state as if in a stress response.
A state that is absolutely unfriendly and full of aggression towards others.
But Executive Officer Bob didn't seem to realize it. He still had his back to his youngest son and said something that the people behind him couldn't hear at all, "You don't have enough background in this matter. If someone finds out, you will be in a very passive position. And your eldest brother...he has made some contributions recently. If he [unconsciously] sabotaged this matter, it will also prevent him from being promoted too quickly. Otherwise, he will be involved in a very troublesome fight."
"This way, there won't be any problems with your resume, and your eldest brother will be able to escape the vortex, but he won't be unable to rise."
"As for you..." Executive Officer Bob, who was always tough and looked like a lion in the eyes of others, couldn't help but sigh softly, "I don't want to care about your two brothers' troubles anymore. Haven't you always wanted to be with that dragon girl named Cinnabar? I allow you. After this, you should get married quickly and have a baby. I want to train the next head of the family. You two troublemakers, get out of here and have fun by yourselves."
Executive Bob, who has always maintained the image of a tough father and raised two children alone, rarely showed his warm side. Being not good at expressing himself, he didn't want to show that look in front of his children, so he had to talk with his back to them.
But he failed to realize that Ephialtes, upon hearing that his power had been taken away, had fallen into an inexplicable state.
And when he heard the name "Cinella" from Administrator Bob, something was quietly changing the words he heard.
"...You don't want Cinderella to be in danger, do you? Just hand over the power, or I can't guarantee what will happen."
Violent and angry, he could no longer tell what was burning in his body.
Ephialtis seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, "Release your anger, you will love this feeling."
So, he was [released].
“Puff!”
Administrator Bob looked in surprise at the hand that emerged from his chest and the beating heart in the hand.
He wanted to look back, but all the strength in his body disappeared at this moment.
Until his death, he was unable to close his eyes, which were filled with unanswered questions.
Inside the room, there was only a panting beast, licking the blood that gave him life.
And the smug and vicious laughter that no one could hear .
