The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 395: Dog bites dog

"Not bad, not bad..."

Philip breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know how Delicious Wind Goose does it.

But he doesn't care about that either.

He never cares about the secrets and private lives of his men... It doesn't matter even if he has an affair with his mistress, they are just tools anyway.

As long as they can do the tasks assigned to them well, even if they want more, it is not impossible to give it to them.

Prince Philip praised: "Killing the Blood Demon is very important to our plan. You did a very good job, Delicious Wind Goose... I am thinking about how to reward you."

He was really happy.

When the Blood Demon is completely corrupted, who knows what trouble he will cause.

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

According to the best case scenario, the range of his ability is only the range of perception - which also means that anyone approaching him within fifty meters will die instantly without any resistance.

And when the blood was drawn out by him... it wasn't just as simple as turning into swords or needles.

Whether it turns into a giant demon or a hound, or even a lot of floating swords, the level of trouble will increase exponentially.

If he makes a big fuss, there's no guarantee he won't end up in the palace.

What if because of his incident, the eldest princess and his stupid brother tightened their security or became more vigilant?

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

Of course His Majesty will die, but it must be after he kills his sister and brother.

Long-term use of milk candies made from demon blood and continuous rituals to the cup-holder and rotten men every day have strengthened Philip's strength to the point where he can break an iron sword with his bare hands, and can even break an iron sword within ten steps. Dodge bullets - this is a power that even a bronze-level transcendent can hardly achieve.

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

As for the murder evidence?

——Who cares?

Sir Silver is also easy to fool.

His old man has never cared about political struggles in the world. As long as he pays taxes on time, pays taxes in full, and maintains normal business activities in various places, Sir Silver will not care about anything.

And Silver Siren has a significant difference from other righteous gods.

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

In other words, only Sir Silver's sacrifice can be purchased infinitely with money - that is, silver coins.

Philip was neither greedy for money nor greedy for power.

How much money can he spend at most on his own enjoyment?

As long as Silver Jazz wants it, it doesn't matter if he gives all the remaining money to Him, it doesn't matter if the people of the country make sacrifices to Him every month, it doesn't matter if he wants to build more temples and strengthen the power of the priests. Don't ask for Sir Silver to protect you, just don't interfere.

Keep enough money to keep the kingdom running, pay enough taxes to satisfy Sir Silver; give power to wise and power-hungry ministers, and give fiefs to generals who are brave and have many heirs.

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

They fought over and over at will, but Philip himself would not do anything or touch anything, so he would not be anyone's enemy.

——Just permanent 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 goose up, hugged him warmly, kissed his cheek, and smiled happily: "Just wait here, I'll go and get a Go to the vault and find something you can use."

"...Your Highness, is this... not very convenient?"

Delicious Feng Ge glanced at the woman on the bed with some embarrassment, not knowing whether she was asleep or awake.

Philip just glanced at Delicious Wind Goose with his ruby-clear pupils, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "As long as you think about it - you have no idea how much you have helped me. Of course, this is not something given to you, it’s just an appetizer... don’t worry too much.”

As he spoke, he leaned into the ear of Yuanyifeng Goose and whispered: "I have a way to make the child have black hair and red eyes before he is born. So don't worry."

Philip really liked his new and reliable subordinate.

Loyal, proactive, willing to work, strong in ability, good character, and doesn't seem to understand the dirt among nobles. The most important thing is that Philip holds in his hands enough to sentence him to death.

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

After saying that, Philip hummed softly and went out.

Only the delicious wind goose and the young mistress who was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed were left on the bed with her back to the delicious wind goose.

The Delicious Wind Goose pondered for a moment.

He ignored the barrage of "please live broadcast" and "please leave the live broadcast alone" and resolutely turned off his live broadcast.

And he sent a barrage with righteous words: "Don't be like this, I am a gentleman."

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

Delicious Feng Goose took a deep look at the wooden box beside the bed.

Looking at each other with the head of the Gorefiend in the wooden box, they gave each other a slightly invisible smile.

——Philip apparently overlooked one thing.

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

Is decapitation really a fatal injury to him?

"Awesome, why did this guy turn off the live broadcast..."

Annan muttered. Somewhat unwillingly, he turned his gaze to the dragon language dictionary in front of him.

He hesitated for a moment - considering that Zhiji was drawing right behind him, Annan finally did not dare to use the backstage authority to peek at what Delicious Wind Goose was doing.

Yes, he doesn't dare.

Annan is the kind of cautious person who will always plug in his headphones when he is around relatives and friends, even if he is watching a drama.

...At worst, after Zhiji leaves, he can tune in and watch the broadcast.

I'm just not sure whether this goose will be worse than a beast...

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

"——Sorry, Your Highness Annan!"

He shouted loudly.

"...What happened?"

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

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

"Is it the Blood Demon's side?"

After realizing that Eugene Geraint had a slightly panicked look on his face~IndoMTL.com~ Annan became a little more serious: "In that case, I already know."

"No, although the Blood Demon was killed by Philip's men a few hours ago, it can still be regarded as a big event..."

But it is obviously not worthy of me to inform you directly.

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

"What I want to say is something that is happening!

"'Bernardino Telesio, the 'Pure Psychic', attacked the palace just three minutes ago without warning! His target may have been the fourth prince, but fortunately His Highness Albert was not at home, however. His wife, Princess Margaret, has been killed. And now the person fighting with the 'Pure Medium' is..."

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

"——The one who was forced to reveal his identity is the fugitive dark wizard "Dream Stealer" Denton."