From Wozworth’s words just now, Qin Chu could tell that Wozworth had gone sowhat mad, or at least was ntally unstable.
But this kind of ntal instability was sowhat unusual.
The man still firmly controlled the highest authority in the Oville Empire and was very aware of everything that happened within the Imperial City.
Augustus went and had a secret eting with Saint Monica.
The Prince t with the Nobles privately.
The Princess was fooling around with soone...
All of these things could not be hidden from Wozworth’s eyes.
Worthy of being the Emperor of the Empire, however, no matter what happened, Wozworth seed to always conclude from it that these people were trying to harm him.
His persecution mania had beco severe.
Considering this, Wozworth should be very aware that he also had secretly t with Saint Monica, even appearing before Augustus did and leaving after Augustus did.
If that were the case, Wozworth should be very suspicious of himself, but looking at Wozworth now, he did not doubt himself at all and even considered himself as the only companion he could communicate with.
Why was this?
In fact, being the Emperor, he was almost always suspicious that others wanted to seize power, even if it was his own son, wife, or ministers—they hardly had anyone they truly trusted.
However, Wozworth’s situation seed to be a bit more serious.
Could it be just because I’m a foreigner?
It couldn’t be that simple.
Qin Chu remained silent, contemplating quietly, and after a few seconds, he finally spoke, "Brother, not only did Augustus and Saint Monica et, but I also t with Saint Monica. Don’t you think I want to harm you as well?"
Facing Wozworth in this state, beating around the bush would probably do no good, so Qin Chu opted for a direct approach.
Listening to Qin Chu’s words, Wozworth was stunned as if he found Qin Chu’s words sowhat unbelievable. After a few seconds, Wozworth suddenly burst into hearty laughter, as if he had returned to his forr self, his rough palms clapping Qin Chu’s shoulders repeatedly, laughing until tears were almost falling.
"Qin, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"You are my best brother, how could you possibly harm ? Even if it were my own brothers, my biological sons and daughters who want to harm , you certainly wouldn’t."
Wozworth’s tone was full of certainty, as if he was convinced that no matter what happened, Qin Chu would definitely stand by his side.
This inexplicable trust, where did it co from?
Could it be because I, too, was betrayed and cruelly murdered in my first week here, eliciting sympathy from Wozworth, who suspects others want to kill him?
But you, Wozworth, don’t even know about the events of my first week, and moreover, you were one of the murderers.
Qin Chu felt increasingly perplexed.
Wozworth’s attitude did not seem like a lie; if this was just his disguise, then he must say his acting was extrely exaggerated.
"So many people want to harm , good brother, what do you think I should do?" Wozworth grabbed his hair, appearing quite agitated, his bloodshot eyes flickering with a hidden murderous intent: "What if, we just eliminate them all?"
After being corrupted by the Evil God, Karsas indiscriminately slaughtered those around him.
Wozworth, now, was afflicted with severe persecution mania, which led him to want to strike first and kill anyone he thought wanted to kill him.
Although the processes were different, the results were the sa.
Qin Chu took a deep breath then spread his hands, "What does that have to do with ? This is your harem, your ministers, your country, right?"
"I just can’t manage it anymore. Don’t worry, you’ll be well rewarded when the ti cos," Wozworth imdiately said.
Now, everyone wanted to kill him, and only Qin Chu was deed trustworthy.
Qin Chu had no choice, as he also lacked experience in this area, so he casually replied, "Brother, don’t you have quite a few intelligence agents?"
"So, and they are all exceptionally talented individuals."
"Then why not expand recruitnt and establish sothing like the ’East Factory’?"
"Bring in talents from everywhere, whether they be guards, maids, nuns, or common folks, all can be your informants."
Wozworth frowned, "Maids, common folks? These people can be intelligence agents?"
Qin Chu rubbed his forehead and explained, "Take the Princess’s maids, for instance. They may not be very powerful, but they can know everything the Princess does all day, reporting to you at any ti if anyone disrupts the harem, any illegitimacy, or any prince attempting to seize power—it’s all clear at a glance."
"Moreover, these people, acting as intelligence agents, are also less likely to arouse suspicion."
"You don’t need to be so paranoid, suspecting everyone you see. It’s not too late to act after obtaining concrete evidence. I hear your sons and daughters are nearly scared to death by you recently."
Wozworth didn’t pay attention to the latter part of the conversation, focusing only on the beginning.
Indeed.
Truly a Hero from a Different World.
The more you know, the more you have.
He had trained a group of savvy intelligence officers, each a cream of the crop. There were not many of them, but according to Qin, anyone ranging from porters to maids could beco his informants.
While these people didn’t possess significant strength, they always seed to inadvertently co across essential information, especially the maids around the Princess, Prince, and nobles...
If he could gather these people to form his intelligence network, then the entire Imperial City, no, even the Empire, would be under his absolute control every mont.
He would know clearly who harbored thoughts of treason or wished to usurp authority.
Wozworth burst out laughing, "My good brother, I understand."
"I really appreciate it. Just say what you want, brother. I can grant you anything," Wozworth declared, thumping his chest.
"If possible, I would like to visit the Royal Library," Qin said with a smile.
"The Royal Library?" Wozworth paused briefly, "What’s so good about that decrepit place? What are you looking to find out?"
"Nothing much, just investigating sothing related to earthquakes."
"Earthquakes?" Wozworth scratched his head, "Are you curious about the Imperial City’s earthquakes that happen every nine years as well?"
Qin’s pupils constricted slightly. He noticed the issue in Wozworth’s words—the Imperial City also experienced earthquakes every nine years, not just those affected by the Casidale Truro Great Forest.
Indeed, the information possessed by the Royal Family was vastly different from what was circulated outside.
Could it be that there was sothing similar to the strange heart in the Casidale Great Forest within the Imperial City as well?
Qin’s throat bobbed slightly, unnervingly aware. He felt as if he were sitting on a nuclear bomb, and the most terrifying part was that it could explode at any mont.
Wozworth continued, "You can visit the Royal Library anyti. It’s not a big deal."
"Alright, let’s do this then. Here, take this as a gift," he said.
Wozworth smiled mysteriously and then took a glass vial out of his pocket and handed it to Qin.
The vial contained a large droplet of crimson liquid... it looked like blood... no, it was indeed blood.
Even though the vial was unopened, Qin could already sll the thick scent of blood. Under the magic lamp, the blood droplet shimred with a weird light, casting the whole room in a crimson hue.
At the sight of the droplet of blood, Qin’s eyes shook violently, and a frightful sense of dread surged through him. Even Antia and Shaye inside him felt agitated and uneasy.
Without a doubt, anyone could feel the terrifying energy contained within this droplet of blood.
No one had expected Wozworth to suddenly produce such a weird object, making Qin feel as if his scalp was about to explode.
What frightened Qin the most was the indescribable strangeness and malignance emanating from the droplet of blood.
The droplet of blood seed alive, even slightly writhing.
Qin’s stomach sharply convulsed.
The acidic fluid in his empty stomach almost surged up to his throat.
But in Wozworth’s eyes, it appeared like so precious treasure, his face showing deep obsession while he breathed heavily.
This was a very precious item, but Wozworth was willing to share it with his good brother.
In that mont, Qin had an epiphany.
The weird blood, Wozworth’s abnormality, the gigantic heart in the Casidale Great Forest, the Imperial City’s earthquakes occurring every nine years just like the Great Forest...
Right here in the Imperial City... no, not just the city, but even within this Imperial Palace itself, the remnants of an Evil God were also hidden.
Wozworth’s condition was a result of being contaminated by touching the remnants of the Evil God.
This contamination was sothing not even a skilled practitioner like Wozworth could withstand.
There are only eight Evil Gods, with seven still in the Void; the only one destroyed and dismbered was the eighth and strongest Evil God.
Realizing that he might be standing over the remnants of the strongest Evil God, Qin felt like his scalp was about to burst; he was truly standing on a nuclear bomb that could explode at any mont.
Ignoring Qin’s shock, Wozworth’s face wore a slightly twisted smile. His voice was hollow and distant, sounding increasingly non-human: "My good brother... this is a treasure."
"Here, it’s yours."
"Quick, drink it."
Wozworth’s tone grew increasingly frantic; his eyes nearly bulging out of their deep sockets.
His blood-red tongue licked his cracked lips as his breathing beca quicker and more agitated.
"Drink it, drink it fast..."
"Why aren’t you drinking?"
Suddenly, Qin noticed under Wozworth’s clothes, bulges that looked like densely packed snakes moving across his body.
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