395 Dog Bites Dog

"so far so good……"

Philip breathed a sigh of relief.

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

But he didn't care about that either.

He never cared about the secrets and private lives of his subordinates... 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 their job well, even if they want more, it's not impossible to give them.

Prince Philip praised: "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 was really very happy.

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

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

According to the best situation, his ability range is only the perception range - which also means that those who approach him within 50 meters will die instantly without resistance.

And this blood was drawn out by him... It's not just a sword or a needle.

Whether it is a huge devil or a hound, even if it is a lot of floating swords, the level of trouble increases exponentially.

If he made a scene, there is no guarantee that he would not kill him in the palace.

What if because of his incident, the eldest princess and his stupid younger brother have strengthened the security around them, or raised their vigilance?

And most importantly... what if he kills His Majesty directly?

Of course His Majesty is going to die, but it must be after he killed his sister and brother.

Taking the toffee made from the blood of the devil for a long time, he held rituals to the cup-bearer and the rotman every day, which made Philip's strength strong enough to break the iron sword with his bare hands, and even dodge bullets within ten steps. ——This is a power that even an extraordinary person of the bronze rank cannot achieve.

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

As for murder evidence?

--who cares?

Silver Sir's side is also very easy to fool.

His old man has never cared about the political competition in the world. As long as the taxes are paid on time, the taxes are paid in full, and the business activities in various places are maintained as normal, the Silver Sir does not care about anything.

And there is a significant difference between the Silver Jazz and the other True Gods.

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

In other words, only the offerings of the Silver Sirs can be bought infinitely with money—that is, silver coins.

Philip was neither a lover of money nor power.

His own enjoyment is nothing more than eating, drinking, sex, and sensuality. How much can he spend at most?

As long as Sir Silver is willing, it doesn't matter if he gives him all the rest of the money, 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 him, as long as he doesn't interfere.

Keep enough money to keep the kingdom going, pay enough taxes to satisfy the Silver Sir; give power to the wise and greedy minister, and give the fief to the brave general with many sons.

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

They scrambled to and fro, and Philip himself could do nothing, touch nothing, and be no one's enemy.

- Just for perpetual enjoyment.

"I have to think carefully about what I have given you."

Philip put the opened box on the table, walked over and helped the delicious wind goose up, hugged him warmly, kissed his cheek, and smiled happily: "You just wait here, I'll go to the vault, Find you something you can use."

"...Your Highness, this...isn't it convenient?"

Delicious Feng Goose glanced at it a little embarrassedly, not knowing whether she was sleeping or waking up on the bed.

However, Philip just used his ruby-clear pupils to look at the delicious wind goose with deep meaning, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "As long as you think - you have no idea how much you have helped me. Of course, it's not a gift to you, just a little appetizer...don't worry too much."

As he said, he leaned over to the delicious wind goose ear and whispered, "I have a way to make the child have black hair and red eyes before birth. So don't worry."

Philip really likes this very reliable novice.

Loyal, proactive, hardworking, capable, good-natured, and doesn't seem to understand the filth among nobles. Most importantly, Philip held a handle sufficient to sentence him to death.

If it weren't for the other person's appearance... and hair volume, it's really not the one I like...

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

All that was left was the delicious wind goose and the young mistress who was sleeping with her eyes closed with her back to the delicious wind goose on the bed.

Delicious wind goose thought for a moment.

He ignored the barrages of "begging for live broadcast" and "please don't care about live broadcast", and resolutely turned off his live broadcast.

And righteously sent a barrage: "Don't do this, I am a 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.

They glanced at the head of the Gorefiend in the wooden box, and gave each other an invisible smile.

— Philip apparently overlooked one thing.

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

For him... would it really be fatal for him to have his head cut off?

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

Annan muttered. Some unwillingly cast their eyes on the dragon language dictionary in front of them.

He hesitated for a moment - considering that Zhi Ji was drawing behind him, Annan finally didn't dare to use the background permission to spy on what Delicious Feng Goose was doing.

Yes, he didn't dare.

Annan is the kind of cautious type who will always plug in his headphones even if he is around relatives and friends.

... The big deal was that after Zhi Ji left, he went to tune in and watch it.

I'm just not sure if this goose is not as good as a beast...

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

"—I'm sorry, Your Highness Annan!"

he exclaimed loudly.

"……What's wrong?"

Annan frowned slightly, closed the dictionary and made a steady and reliable voice: "It's not your style to be in such a hurry."

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

"Is it the Gorefiend?"

Aware of the really flustered look on Eugene Geraint's face, Annan became a little more serious: "I already know that."

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

But this obviously does not deserve me to inform you directly.

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

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

"'Bernardino Treschau', the 'purifying medium', 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 'Pure Medium' is fighting..."

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

"—was forced to reveal his identity, the fugitive dark wizard 'Dream Stealer' Denton."