I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 453 The Player's Joy

At the same time, in the heart of Taiwan's elite district, inside a heavily guarded, luxurious mansion with all the curtains drawn.

Unlike the growing chaos of war outside the window, the atmosphere inside the sealed room was one of suppressed, frenzied excitement.

The dozen or so nobles sitting around the long table were the core members of the conspiracy group.

Shock, disbelief, and ultimately, an overwhelming, naked greed for power and wealth, were intertwined on each of their faces.

"Your Majesty... Charles... is he really dead?"

The voice of an old duke with gray hair still trembled slightly, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

"Was he shot in that corridor?"

"Absolutely true!"

Another, younger marquis nodded vigorously, his face flushed with excitement.

“My informants saw it with their own eyes: Charles’s head is blown out. He’s definitely not going to make it. The palace guards have gone mad and are arresting people everywhere!”

"Who did it?"

A fat count wiped the sweat from his brow, asking with a mixture of excitement and lingering fear.

"Our assassins aren't supposed to make their move until tomorrow night. Who beat us to it? This...this has disrupted all our plans!"

The group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with the same question and a hint of wariness.

They sized each other up, trying to find a flaw in each other's faces.

After a brief silence and some probing, one of the viscounts responsible for contacting Nehari suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed in realization.

"Wait a minute, did Baron Nehari use his connections to get a few people into the palace as guards today? He said it was to protect His Majesty and contribute to the plan?"

Everyone's eyes were focused instantly.

Yes, that's right!

“My people also reported this to me.”

"Could it be..."

The clues quickly came together.

Nekhali volunteered to plant his own men, but a sudden shooting killed all the assassins, leaving no way to verify their identities...

"It's Nehari!"

The Marquis stood up abruptly, his voice rising with excitement.

"It must be one of his men. He kept it from all of us and made his move beforehand. That cunning, damned guy!"

The truth came out, and the atmosphere in the secret room instantly changed from suspicion to ecstatic praise.

"Well done, Baron Nehari!"

"Although it was a bit reckless, the result was excellent!"

"It's truly a blessing from the sea god; he has cleared away the biggest obstacle for us!"

"When I see him, I must celebrate his victory..."

Although the main character was absent, it did not stop them from loudly praising Nehari's decisiveness and achievements.

At that moment, Nekhari became their hero, a clever man who paved the way for their power in an unexpected way.

After a brief celebration, the old duke tapped the table, bringing the conversation back to reality; his voice was hoarse with longing.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time for celebration. The king is dead, chaos has broken out, and this is a golden opportunity!"

His gaze swept across the faces of everyone present, his eyes burning with ambition.

"Our troops have already entered the city ahead of schedule according to the backup plan. Now is the time for us to take over everything!"

"That's right!"

The obese count immediately chimed in, spitting as he spoke.

"The royal treasury, the Ministry of Finance, port customs... must be taken into our hands immediately!"

"The Imperial Guard's camp needs to be appeased or suppressed!"

"And the Church of the Sea God, that old fox High Priest Gore, we must make him immediately declare his support for us!"

"We must seize command of the city's defense forces!"

They couldn't wait to start dividing up the spoils of victory that they hadn't yet fully obtained, as if Charles's body were already cold and the entire island was already theirs.

Everyone is vying for the fattest piece for themselves and their families.

Maps were laid out, instructions were drafted, and messengers were secretly dispatched. The secret chamber of conspiracy instantly transformed into a busy and frenzied wartime cabinet.

They were so caught up in the thrill of their sudden victory and the division of power that they were completely unaware of the traps that might be hidden in the assassination attempt, and no one really cared where Baron Nehari, who had made the greatest contribution, was now, whether he was alive or dead.

For them, Nehari had already fulfilled his historical mission... as a useful fool who lit the fuse.

Now, it's time for the real big shots to step in and reap the rewards.

The increasingly loud shouts of battle and the sound of horses' hooves outside the window were no longer a prelude to chaos in their ears, but a triumphant song of power played for them.

……

"what happened?"

Inside a house on the main street of the city on the island of Taiwan, Dorok peered curiously out of the second-floor window, watching the knights riding their horses toward the city center.

Within just half an hour, this was the fifth group of Kingdom Knights to pass by. He, who had logged on tonight, looked around and couldn't understand what plot he had missed.

"Wasn't the city perfectly safe this morning? How come something like this is happening outside by tonight?"

"Home Alone is dead."

"My companion, who was sitting on the living room sofa, answered out loud."

This shocked Dorok.

"Ah, when did he die?"

“Yeah, we didn’t know that either!” The other players in the house gathered around to watch the drama unfold.

"That's what the couch player explained."

"I just found out too. Didn't the young master pick people to go to the palace for a mission yesterday? He emphasized that the team should consist of people with stable personalities who could follow orders."

As a result, today I saw five other players in the group chat criticizing the "little devil in charge," saying that the latter was the biggest destabilizing factor because he demanded that others be stable and obedient, but he himself acted recklessly.

"And then what happened? How did he act recklessly?"

Dorok and the other players immediately gathered around the sofa, eagerly asking questions, their eyes sparkling with gossip and curiosity.

The player on the sofa adjusted his posture and began to describe it vividly.

"The specific details weren't explained very clearly in the group chat. It seems that the six of them infiltrated the palace as guards."

The original plan was to lie in wait until tomorrow night to make my move, perhaps by framing someone or something.

He paused, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and only continued speaking after whetting everyone's appetite.

"As a result, this afternoon, after finishing work and on his way back to the dormitory or something, the little devil suddenly had a brain fart, or maybe he discovered some excellent opportunity."

Anyway, without any warning, he suddenly pulled out his prized flintlock pistol and fired a shot at a passing guy who looked like an important figure.

"Holy crap, they just attacked already?!"

One player exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening in shock.

"you do not say!"

The couch player slapped his thigh in exasperation.

"And I heard that kid's marksmanship is incredibly accurate. He shot that important guy in the head with a single shot and sent him packing on the spot!"

A collective gasp filled the room, along with exclamations of "Holy crap!", "Awesome!", and "This actually works?"

"And then what? Did they run away?"

Dorothy asked hastily, more concerned about what would happen next.

"Run? Where do they run to?"

The couch player shrugged, making an exaggerated expression.

"That's the royal palace! I saw them arguing, and the kid who fired the gun and the other two unlucky guys were immediately surrounded by the palace guards who had reacted. They couldn't escape at all. After killing a few people, they were hacked to death by a hail of knives. Their deaths were horribly tragic."

The other three patrolling elsewhere were also mistaken for accomplices, surrounded, and killed. All six were wiped out; not a single one escaped!

The room fell silent for a moment as the players processed this exciting news.

"so……"

One player hesitated before speaking, pointing to a troop of cavalry rushing past the window once again.

"Is this the reason for the commotion outside?"
Who is that important person?

"I heard from the kid that he killed Charles."

"Ah, the king is dead, and the nobles have rebelled!?"

"That's most likely the case!"

The sofa player nodded vigorously.

"Everyone in the group is saying that the troops rushing into the city now, judging from their banners, are the private armies of nobles who have always been dissatisfied with the royal family. They must think that their opportunity has come, and they want to take the chance to launch a rebellion to seize territory and power!"

"My God... Home Alone, one shot, and he ignited the entire storyline of Taiwan?"
"Dorokh muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief and a hint of envy.

"This is incredible luck!!"

"Who says it isn't?"

Another player chimed in, his tone complex.

"This guy, we sent him to infiltrate, and he went straight to assassinate someone, and he succeeded! Now, he's already done half of the main mission on Taiwan!"

"Then what do we do?"

One player asked.

"With things in such chaos outside, are we still going to carry out our mission?"

"What's the point of doing such a small task?"

"Dorothy shouted."

"If we're going to do something, we'll do something big!"

"How?"

"Brothers, let's log off and ask the other players what the situation is in the city, and who has the upper hand between the rebels and the kingdom's army."

Dorok instinctively took over command and started directing the other players.

The others subconsciously complied, logging off one after another and then quickly logging back on, reporting the results of their inquiries in a flurry of voices.

"The city gates are open, but they can't be closed."

"The city is full of noble private armies. People in other places have not seen the Imperial Guard's banners. It seems that they have been trapped in the camp."

"The city garrison?"

"Some betrayed, some remained loyal, and they started fighting amongst themselves."

"So, the rebels have the upper hand!"

Dorok asked doubtfully, and then received confirmation from the other players.

"Alright, let's pick up our weapons and go help the Minician royal family!"

"Ah, why?"

"Supporting the weak and punishing the strong, you idiot! If they start fighting, it's not a good thing no matter who wins or loses. It's better for us if they neither win nor lose, so we can take advantage of the chaos and have a good fight!"

“That makes sense. I'll go tell the other players and tell them to do the same.”

(End of this chapter)