Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 7: Birds of a Feather

Taylor gave orders to the other brothers to be careful about their movements and not to go to sleep in the rooms they were assigned, but to gather together and take turns keeping watch.

He was going to join forces with the enemy leader and go straight to the tiger's den.

Ignoring the murderous looks of the two women in his team, Taylor quickly walked up to the second floor. In his unique bad luck in love, the young man couldn't help muttering.

"Look, Taylor, how lucky are you in this life? A woman who wants you dead throws herself into your arms just because you knocked on her door?"

"Tell me the truth, Taylor, what magical power do you have that allows a guy like this to give you a kiss? If I die the next day because of it, is it worth it?"

Although he complained constantly, he still felt in his heart that it was worth it. Taylor was such a worldly person.

He bravely went up to the second floor, intending to use his rich knowledge and experience to solve the problem, even though some members of the Imperial Guard had almost no "combat" experience.

There are also many who have wives, so the score can be turned into 10, with a full score of 1000. Taylor thinks his level is around 600 points.

But the reality was that when he saw the lady open the door wearing a thin lace dress, he couldn't help but have wild thoughts in his mind.

Tyler gave what he considered a charming smile and frankly said that he was confident in his masculinity, but not much.

The lady said, "Look, is that the person I missed here?"

Taylor could smell a faint aroma in the room, which, ironically, was similar to the incense often used by Anglican priests or mechanical priests.

Taylor remembered the recipe: fish oil, fennel, a portion of mandrake root, and a few whole black peppercorns, crushed and mixed.

Materials will vary depending on what's available in the star zone, but generally speaking they are similar.

That alone was enough to make countless people cry blasphemy, especially one Chaos Cultist who used it as a deodorizer for his room.

Taylor sniffed and commented. "Unique taste..."

The girl replied, "My father loved this smell when he was alive. He never told me what it meant until I went to the stars to find the answer."

"For this, I sold my territory and lost my noble status, but I don't regret it."

She walked into the room with her arm around Taylor. Taylor was sitting on the big soft bed. A few cute thumb-sized pieces of furniture and the reliefs on the window made the place look very comfortable.

She continued to tell her story, which was not sure whether it was true or not, and Taylor listened to it. He went from disbelief to suspicion, but he could not rule out the possibility that she had a preference in this area.

Taylor actually already knew the ending of the story. She also said that she was constantly searching among the stars, trying to resolve her confusion.

She slowly undressed Taylor until she saw the weapon he was carrying.

It was well concealed, only causing the lady to smile slightly. "You can't wait?"

"It seems my story is a bit long."

Taylor replied. "No, you're right. Tell me your answer, okay?"

She lowered her head and blew a breath of air at Taylor, who instantly felt all the strength in his body disappear.

"The answer is obvious. I have found my true faith and purpose, and you will be my new partner."

Taylor felt that his body was not unable to move, but it was difficult. This might be because he still kept exercising. His head almost sank into the soft bed, and he could only watch the lady touching him.

Thankfully, the Emperor was prepared and took out his laser gun.

The woman murmured happily. "An Imperial officer will take me far, and you seem impatient. It seems my allure remains undiminished."

Taylor sensed something was wrong with this question and asked fearfully. "What? How old are you?" The woman paused, feeling that Taylor wasn't as distraught as she'd expected. She'd assumed this man, drugged by her, would become a puppet to be manipulated.

No problem, she would increase the dosage until the gentleman was completely delirious.

It wasn't until she felt something hard against her back that she knew a man's thing must be hot.

Taylor said weakly. "Ma'am, you miscalculated." He slowly climbed to his feet, pointed the laser pistol at the beauty's head, supported her, and slowly stood in an ambiguous posture.

"I hope those things you use won't kill people..." he said with lingering fear.

The femme fatale smiled and replied, "You can guess, but the Empire's technology should be able to detoxify most toxins."

Tyler pressed his gun to her temple. "I have this thing ready to go."

"Well, it'll be fine in a few hours," she continued, as if she didn't care.

Tyler took her downstairs, and not surprisingly, his brothers were already fully armed and confronting the cultists in black robes.

"Your people?" Taylor looked at the dark figures outside the window and the servants holding daggers in the hall.

The lady replied. "Those servants belong to me. We can leave here easily if I want. I say, let's just treat it as a dream and go our separate ways."

Taylor cursed. "You almost killed me and my brother, and you're actually threatening the Empire. You think I trust you? A damned cultist..."

"Secondly, you underestimated them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bad boys shouted when they saw that their boss was fine.

"I always say that Boss Taylor is blessed with a long life!"

"What? Stakes? What stakes? I never said he might not come back!"

The woman laughed. "Is that what you call underestimated? A bunch of wild creatures."

"Following the rules is not combat effectiveness. They are reliable." Taylor retorted.

The battle downstairs also began. Roland raised his heavy bombs and fired at the enemies outside the window. Katie and Lightly sniped the servants, and the other brothers maintained the small position.

They used tables, chairs and benches as cover, and put their bulletproof armor on them for protection, and actually managed to gain an advantage.

The woman's face darkened as she realized she had failed. Taylor said, "If you could give up your beliefs, maybe we could be friends."

"friend?"

The lady smiled and answered Taylor with a string of ancient and strange words, and Taylor immediately realized something.

This lady is a psychic!
The next moment, this guy turned into a ball of strange smoke and disappeared. Taylor had no one to rely on, and his exhausted body fell to the ground.

The cultists outside saw their boss retreating and began to leave one after another, leaving behind a devastated farm and corpses all over the ground.

Taylor said with a deathly pale face as he looked at this nice and gentle nest turned into ruins.

"What sins did I commit in my previous life..."

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(End of this chapter)