Killing Little Lisop with his own hands was a direct choice.
But having the mob kill Little Lisop was an even better choice.
"Not to stain my hands with fresh blood, and to gain benefits?"
Although I can't turn 'death' into art, still...
For an outsider, that's pretty good!"
The man wearing a hooded cloak muttered to himself.
Thereafter, this 'Death Poetry Society' mber altered the original plan—in the original plan, Gold was a disposable pawn.
He was the one to bear the brunt of the mob's fury.
But now?
Death was necessary.
But what ca after could be changed!
The other party had a bit of 'potential.'
Maybe he could beco one of his attendants.
Different from those 'attendants' sent previously by the Left Cantor and Right Pastor.
A true attendant, belonging entirely to him.
Moreover, in his mind, he had already arranged a 'Ghoul Ritual' for Gold.
Of course, Gold was never his first choice.
The 'Bandaged Swordsman' was!
But due to previous concerns about exposure, he had to put his plans on hold, but now there was no need—
"Soon! Very soon!
Once I complete the ritual!
You will belong to !"
An Evil Spirit returning from 'The Land of Eternal Night's Rest' was too precious for a 'Death Poetry Society' mber.
He could fully imagine how heated the others in the 'Death Poetry Society' would beco if they knew of the 'Bandaged Swordsman's' existence.
And his best efforts to block the news were rely a temporary impedint to the 'Death Poetry Society's' understanding of the 'Bandaged Swordsman.'
It wasn't going to last forever.
Once it was known, he would naturally be blad.
However, as long as he completed the 'Grudge Rite', everything would be different.
'Death' is fair.
But the power that brings 'death' is not fair.
He had known this truth for ten years.
However, the 'Death Poetry Society' mber scanning the battlefield harbored a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Where was Lisop?
Where was that old fox in the face of such a major upheaval?
The 'Death Poetry Society' mber was filled with intrigue.
Then—
"Hm?!"
Just as the 'Death Poetry Society' mber was lost in his doubts, he suddenly looked in surprise at the charging cavalry of the Lisop Family.
Gold was leading the charge!
And although Little Lisop was also in the ranks, he was in the safest position right in the middle of the formation, at least ten paces behind Gold.
It looked nothing like the expected turmoil where the mob was to kill Little Lisop.
Instead, it seed like protective layers were in place!
And indeed—
After the return of four scout cavalry confirming it was just a mob ard with pitchforks and possessing very few firearms, the entire cavalry began their charge.
Unlike the early knights' lance charges during the Silver Age, the knights now held high...
Thunder Guns!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Flashes of fire.
Within the Thunder Guns' wide muzzles, volleys of bullets burst forth, sweeping across the battlefield with a force that destroyed all in their path.
In less than ten minutes, the mob that had gathered at the front gate of South Town Manor was completely suppressed.
The disparity in military force and equipnt was too vast.
It was an utter rout.
There was simply no chance for a turnabout.
And the 'Death Poetry Society' mber lurking in the shadows turned cold.
The unexpected outco, Gold wasn't swayed and the plan failed.
Looking at Little Lisop, safe under the protection of the cavalry, the 'Death Poetry Society' mber finally understood why Lisop hadn't shown himself.
Lisop had Gold's report and was assured of his victory.
Moreover, he was prepared to use this opportunity to establish his son's reputation.
"Heh, still dreaming of turning the Lisop Family into a hereditary line?"
"Such a foolish pipe dream!"
The mber of the Death Poetry Society sneered repeatedly.
Perhaps the mutual restraint between the Old Lion of Inner Bay and the Mother Tigress of South Los had allowed the Lisop Family a bizarre period of balanced developnt.
But whether it's the Old Lion of Inner Bay or the Mother Tigress of South Los, neither would let the Lisop beco too big to fail.
Therefore, the Lisop Family could never beco hereditary.
What's more...
After tonight, the Lisop Family will be history!
Thinking of this, the mber of the Death Poetry Society turned his gaze towards South Town—
There lay the Hidden Guard recruited by the Lisops.
Or more accurately, the 'Iron Blood Team'!
Not all of it!
Only about one-fifth.
But the combat power of this 'Iron Blood Team' was incomparable to these mobs before him.
Boom!
A massive explosion occurred.
Looking at the blaze from South Town not far away,
Gold imdiately dispatched Scout Cavalry once more.
For now, the Death Poetry Society mber did not pay further attention.
What followed, those 'Iron Blood Team' mbers who had been incited would handle on their own. After all, besides the 'Iron Blood Team' mbers in South Town, he had also stirred up so within the South Town Manor.
Not too many.
Just a few.
But this Death Poetry Society mber believed these few would definitely create significant results.
Because—
This was the opportunity they had dreamt of, a chance to strike it rich overnight.
Leaving it in the hands of these folks was enough.
And him?
He naturally had to deal with the people from South Los.
If he didn't draw their attention, South Los's plan could beco passive.
Taking big strides, the Death Poetry Society mber made his way toward the main road leading out of South Town and toward South Los.
And just as this Death Poetry Society mber stepped onto the main road, a carriage shrouded in mist appeared in his field of vision.
"Marinda Julius Caesar!
It is you indeed, Master!
You always charge into battle like this...
But it can lead to accidents!"
While saying this, the Death Poetry Society mber drew from his bosom his biggest trump card—a puppet completely carved out of tal.
Or more precisely...
A Human Puppet!
But unlike Arthur's 'Exquisite Human Puppet',
this Human Puppet was even more delicate yet full of power.
Even when held in his hand, there was a feeling that life was about to surge forth, much like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Go, my 'General'!"
The Death Poetry Society mber casually threw the Human Puppet out.
The puppet grew upon encountering the wind.
In just a mont, it beca a two-ter-tall man in black military uniform with a stern face.
As soon as this middle-aged man appeared, the air around him seed to solidify.
Not as a figure of speech.
But the air actually congealed at that mont.
Because—
Behind the middle-aged man appeared an illusory shadow of a storm.
And this phantasmal 'Storm Shadow' radiated annihilation like a real storm.
This illusionary storm influenced reality, drawing in the air around, growing rapidly in size.
Marinda's flying carriage was the first to be affected, being pulled towards that storm.
"Entrant!"
Feeling the influence of the illusory shadow emanating a presence far beyond that of a typical Great Arcana Level, Marinda imdiately narrowed her eyes.
Without any hesitation, the lady prepared to dispatch this adversary as quickly as possible, together with her partner Arthur.
But just as her gaze swept by her side, her face showed surprise—
Huh, where is Arthur?!
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