NOVPUBBecause the killings by the Blood Clan all totaled over ten thousand, which was far beyond the norm for serial killers.
"Okay, I will arrange it."
Maquiel bowed his head in response.
"The second matter, the Silvermoon Reform Association’s assassination of the nobles has grown increasingly outrageous. Although sometimes they help us eliminate political enemies, other times they also kill the factions we have under our control."
Marquis Heratier continued.
Keeping certain contradictions within the Cerryti Empire was indeed beneficial for the Blood Clan.
However, allowing the terrorist organization of the Silvermoon Reform Association to crazily kill and agitate nobles and civilians to an uncontrollable extent would only spell trouble even if they, the Blood Clan, eventually took control of the Cerryti Empire. They would have to clean up the mess made by the Silvermoon Reform Association.
"Have you figured out their whereabouts?"
Maquiel asked, lifting his head in surprise.
"No, the organization’s nine Venerable Ones have absolutely no contact with each other, and there are very few causal connections among the core members to use for Divination."
Marquis Heratier denied it.
She did not know since when such an organization had become active inside the Cerryti Empire.
It might have existed a long time ago, but it truly became active about six months ago.
Even if they found one Venerable One, it would be difficult to use that one to eradicate the other Venerable Ones.
"The only intelligence we have from Count Seberna is that the third Venerable One may have some connections with the Mafia."
She added.
Maquiel instantly understood why Marquis Heratier hoped to guide the Empire’s Special Operations Department to investigate the Mafia.
"What should we do then?"
He asked for guidance from Heratier.
As long as the brains, the Venerable Ones, of the Silvermoon Reform Association were not eliminated, it was akin to cutting weeds without removing the roots, continually stirring Empire civilians to join their ranks, converting believers of the Silvermoon Reform Association.
"If the Silvermoon Reform Association wants to kill, you help them do it."
Marquis Heratier leaned back in her chair, speaking indifferently.
"!"
Maquiel realized,
"So you mean we should also kill! Take the opportunity to kill several political enemies, create a sensational case, and then pin it on the Silvermoon Reform Association, inciting the emotions of the Imperial Nobles, and at that time the Empire’s Special Operations Department will have to thoroughly investigate the Silvermoon Reform Association, drawing all the Imperial Hounds’ attention, perhaps even speeding up the process of our national land refinement?"
He asked, internally lamenting that the Blood Clan Marquis was indeed a deadly beauty with nothing good in her heart.
The Blood Clan was now not only controlling the governance of the Cerryti Empire but also the economy and media, and at this chaotic moment, killing a few problematic Empire dignitaries, with the Silvermoon Reform Association to take the blame, they could be a bit more unrestrained.
At the same time, they had to kill a few Empire tycoons already under their control to confuse others and avoid suspicion. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
But since their actions were premeditated, they could prepare in advance to distribute the deceased’s estates and powers from left hand to right, fundamentally the loss was not great, just changing a puppet.
Beside the human part of the territories of the Cerryti Empire, which could be refined, the Kingdom people on the occupied territories of the Allied Forces were also living sources of energy, and converting them quickly into energy would undoubtedly speed up the progress of the war.
"Yes, there are too many humans on the South Continent, it’s time to refine some."
Marquis Heratier finally slowly opened her eyes as deep as blood pools, the look in her mole under her eye seeming to traverse vast epochs, crossing countless ages, under the shadow, no one could discern how much profound change was accumulated within it.
The energy converted from the living bodies of billions of humans would provide endless energy for Blood Moon City, making it like the Demon Ancestral Land.
"Ha ha ha, I’ve always thought it was a waste to bury those Kingdom civilians in pits, turning them into pure energy is so much better."
Maquiel laughed.
"What about the Empire people?"
Heratier asked him.
She disliked deceitful people, and even more those who still harbored remnants of mercy for humanity.
"The same, the humans who don’t align with the Blood Clan are lowly creatures with no right to life."
Maquiel displayed a slightly malicious expression.
"Although you are inept, it’s because of your kind that countries are easily taken by others, there have always been people like you in any era."
Heratier seemed to be mocking Maquiel as much as praising him.
In this generation, the threatening Demon Race had been eradicated by humanity.
They had precisely chosen the time when the Ninth-order Shadow World removed all existing Ninth-order entities before unsealing Rashar, the Third Ancestor Duke.
Driven by unending desires, evil cults ravaged and prevailed, the North and South Continent shattered into pieces, and humanity still fought incessantly for power.
Such ignorant actions signaled an undeniable truth—
"Disaster is imminent, the words of the fallen kingdom are already etched on the walls of the Cerryti Empire."
The Marquis’s cold, peerless face remained calm but radiated an unviolable majestic aura.
Her every word seemed like the crisp crackling sound of ice forming in late autumn, echoing long within the spacious palace.
"Black Sun Tyrant, even if you have returned this time, in this era, you will not stop us anymore. To die for these humans and bear eternal infamy, I find it unworthy for you."
