novelODS Chapter 103 Ruthless Eliza
Chapter 103 Ruthless Eliza
Chapter 103 Ruthless Eliza (Part 2)
"Boss, what's my mission?" Wang Gou Dan was getting impatient. As the leader and senior of the Shadow Organization, she was itching to see everyone else take their missions and leave.
"Stabilize the situation..." Bright looked at the other party, feeling slightly relieved. The Shadow Organization had secretly formed an alliance, and Wang Gou Dan had been hiding. She was his most stable combat force, and only with her there was it possible to prevent the situation from collapsing.
"My mission may very well conflict with the shadows themselves. Have you thought this through?"
"Of course!" Wang Gou Dan had complete confidence in Bright at this moment: "Boss, just give me the missions, when have you ever let me suffer a loss?" Wang Gou Dan patted his chest with a very loyal look.
Bright shook his head and smiled. He knew Pixiu's personality perfectly well. She was loyal, but she was definitely a pragmatist. She was following him now because she felt she had a better future, but if he made her suffer once or twice, she would probably run away faster than anyone else!
"What about Eliza? Did she say anything when you came out?" This guy assured Eliza that he was absolutely loyal to her.
"Um... Mrs. Eliza just told me to be careful. She still respects you, Boss."
"And then?" Bright looked at the other person with a half-smile.
"Um... cough cough, today she's going to personally see Sir Peter off, it seems she's having Sir Elsie do it."
Bright's expression shifted slightly as he glanced at the aristocratic district to the south, a chill creeping into his heart.
Since the chaos in Holy Stone City was quelled, the Knight of Elsie was extremely grateful to them for saving her two children and was incredibly loyal to Eliza. She even secretly helped gather her subordinates' guards to perform the Shadow Seed ritual, ensuring that none of her subordinates revealed the matter.
Otherwise, given Eliza's reputation alone, it's unlikely that every samurai who had finally managed to free their families from danger would obey such strange black liquid. The one who orchestrated all of this so quietly was Elsie, who had enjoyed a prestigious reputation on Rose Avenue for many years.
When Eliza was trying to win over Elsie, she seemed to be grooming her into a confidante, but judging from the current situation, she's planning to...
The sight of the burning stove in the house sent a chill down Bright's spine.
Are all women in this world this ruthless, or are only the nobles this ruthless?
What should I do?
Elsie respected herself greatly, and was loyal to both herself and the city lord Eliza almost simultaneously. In her mind, she and Eliza were staunch allies, but if she ruined Eliza's operation this time, she would almost tear apart the last bit of tacit understanding between the allies.
The already tense relationship between them is bound to escalate to a point of no return!
But if we don't do anything... Elshir, as a relatively reliable loyal native, can't even protect herself. What will she rely on to stand firm in Holy Stone City in the future?
Thinking about this gave Bright a terrible headache. The struggle for power was really troublesome!
"Elder Chris, we're already short-handed; is it really a good idea to split up like this?"
The one asking the question was Elder Chris's confidant, one of the few extraordinary warriors in the Heart of the Forest, with strength no less than that of Prosecutor Lady back then. But even during the turmoil in Holy Stone City, Chris never revealed this last trump card, so naturally he kept it close at hand now!
"A bunch of rabble, do you really think they can hold off those people outside?" Chris said sullenly.
The other party was taken aback; it was the first time he had ever heard someone describe their religious group as a rabble.
In the past, he always said that you were chosen by Mother Earth and were only suffering temporary hardship. In the future, when Mother Earth's divine kingdom descends, those so-called nobles will be nothing more than ants to you.
Such a promise has led many fanatical believers to actually consider themselves important figures.
The confidant had always thought that Elder Chris, as the leader of the fanatics, probably shared the same thoughts, but he never expected it.
"Don't you feel that I'm different from how I appear to others?"
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The confidant bowed his head. He had been personally trained by the other party, so naturally he couldn't say anything. But as expected, the higher up one's position in religion... the less he believed in it!
"I've been observing for several days, and those people following us on the periphery are all well-trained individuals, definitely not the kind of people that bastard from Holy Stone City could have trained."
The confidant nodded in agreement. Those who were secretly following and monitoring them were at least level ten rangers. They were agile, had excellent concealment and tracking abilities, and some of them even gave him a sense that their aura was far superior to that of former prosecutor Lady, at least level twenty professionals!
Such a powerful professional team, judging from the formation outside, there must be at least twenty or thirty of them, and there are many more they haven't discovered yet. If Eliza had this kind of power back then, she would have swept them aside long ago, instead of ending up in such a sorry state.
"Their goal must be what we were looking for in the forest."
What's that thing in the forest?
The confidant's heart skipped a beat. Not only did the other party actually view his subordinates as a bunch of rabble, but he also seemed to have little respect for the mysterious being in the forest who had given him the power to create the Heart of the Forest.
As expected... it still comes down to the fact that those in high positions are not religious.
"Fabre has also been separated..." Eric, a trusted confidant, frowned.
The Fabti he mentioned is the most prestigious cardinal among the younger generation. His father was used in that plan to lure and assassinate Prosecutor Lady. Fabti himself is also prestigious and powerful. His father sacrificed himself for the church and is of impeccable lineage. If Chris gets old, there is actually a strong call for him to become the new leader.
He originally thought that Chris, who had promoted him, would take him along, but unexpectedly, he was separated from his original partner.
"He's becoming more and more independent lately," Chris said calmly. "It's time for him to stand on his own."
Eric felt a chill in his heart. Having known his master for many years, he knew his character very well; this was definitely not a sincere compliment.
"We're heading in the same direction, and our destination is the same. You gave him the best route... so what about us..."
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The best route refers to the voice from the earth that hints at the location of the Seed of Hope, and it also thoughtfully provides many routes. After drawing and analyzing the map, the thorny path to the due east, although it has the most thorns, is the shortest route and has no cliffs or rivers. In addition, the probability of encountering monsters is very small due to the abundance of thorns, making it the best location. When the paths were divided, many people thought that old Chris would take that path, but unexpectedly, he gave it to Fabre.
At the time, Fabre himself did not expect that everyone would suddenly feel that old Christ had placed his true hopes on young Fabre, and even Fabre was moved to tears.
"Hmph... It doesn't matter. The best path is not necessarily the best direction. Sometimes, like this continent, many countries are born in places rich in resources, yet they become countries of suffering, while those harsh and cold places are often able to truly rise. Everything in the world has its advantages and disadvantages."
Eric nodded as if he understood, but in his heart he knew that his employer was up to no good.
Chris was quickly calculating in his mind. It wasn't that he didn't want that good road, but he knew that if he forcefully occupied that route, it would probably attract criticism.
My reputation is far less than it was after the failure of the Holy Stone City plan. Now, the policy of splitting the road was something I proposed myself. If I, as the leader, take the best route and let others take the more complicated and more likely to fail route, everyone will think that I am abandoning them as bait. With my current reputation, if someone instigates me, it could cause a rebellion on the spot.
I've seen this kind of thing more than once.
Moreover, you also have the opportunity; the fastest shortcut isn't necessarily the best path!
"Bishop, is the route Bishop Chris provided correct?"
By this time, Fabre had gathered many pillars of the Heart of the Forest around him. Old Chris was already so old that he could die at any time. Coupled with the failure of Holy Stone City, his loss of power was a foregone conclusion. As the most qualified person of the younger generation, Fabre was naturally the choice of many people to succeed him. It was perfectly normal for him to come forward in advance.
"Several bishops have reviewed the blueprints, and considering the voice of the Mother Goddess they all vaguely heard, there shouldn't be any problem, but..." Fabre frowned. He really didn't believe that old fox Chris would be so kind.
"Who cares about anything else? As long as it's a really good road, let's set off quickly. There are more and more of those random people outside. If this continues..."
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Fabre nodded: "Given the current situation, this is the only option."
Regardless of whether there's a trap or not, if Chris gives up the opportunity and he doesn't have the courage to seize it, then his reputation will definitely suffer a significant blow.
"Is that thing in the forest, the thing we're being sent to retrieve this time, really that valuable?"
"I'll say it again, she is the Earth Mother Goddess. How can you unite the faith of your followers if you continue to habitually refer to her as such?"
The group quickly nodded and agreed. Fabre sighed. The followers of the Heart of the Forest were still too uneducated. If there was an opportunity, they should bring in some higher-quality individuals.
Meanwhile, neither side knew.
All their words were being transmitted through the roots of the earth to the ears of the Mother Earth, whom they called Mother Earth, deep in the forest.
The little bok choy-loving creature, perched in the tree hollow, listened to the dense, calculating sounds, and remained stunned for a long time...
Where the hell are the good people?