I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 457 Everyone is crazy

Everyone on the island has gone mad.

If there is anyone in this city who is truly neutral, loves the Kingdom of Minicia, and sincerely hopes for its lasting peace, it is Auckland, the former king of the Kingdom of Bagnia, a poor refugee.

It may sound far-fetched that a former foreign head of state is fond of Minicia, but it's true.

Auckland wasn't born with a love for Minicia, but he developed a deep love for the country when his rebellious son Chris founded his own kingdom and became the king of New Bagnia.

As the war between the Kingdom of Minicia and the Kingdom of Bagnia progressed, he quickly went from being a prisoner to a VIP in this country... Auckland knew very well why this was the case.

Therefore, Auckland was conflicted. On the one hand, he hated Bagnia, which was not under his leadership, but on the other hand, he had to admit that the strength of the Kingdom of Bagnia was conducive to his comfortable life.

Of course, it cannot be too powerful, lest it destroy the Kingdom of Minicia, otherwise it would suffer the consequences.

Auckland thought that he only had two options left for the rest of his life... one was to live a rich and peaceful life on the island until he died, and the other was for Bagnia to beat Minicia to the point that Charles had to send him back to beg for mercy.

Auckland never expected there to be a third possibility.

In the aristocratic district of the island, on the rooftop of his own apartment building, Auckland gazed at the battle raging on the neighboring street, the sounds of muskets, crossbows, and clashing swords so jarring.

He couldn't help but feel fear... Although there was no evidence, he sensed that Bagnia was involved in this Minesian civil war.

Just then, Auckland heard the sound of a door being broken down downstairs, followed by a woman's screams and an old man's shouts.

Auckland froze for a few seconds, then let out a sigh.

"Oh no, my guess was right."

……

Night fell once again over Taiwan. The stench of blood from the daytime seemed to have been somewhat diluted by the evening breeze, but the city had not returned to tranquility. Sporadic gunshots and distant commotion indicated that the chaos was still ongoing.

With many dead, the Imperial Guard and the nobles' private armies have virtually no chance of reconciliation in the near future. Even if the higher-ups realize that something is wrong, the soldiers below, caught up in the heat of the moment, cannot stop.

Therefore, even as night fell, the fighting did not completely cease.

Dorok and a few players who followed him around occupied a relatively intact abandoned shop as a temporary base. They lit a dim oil lamp and tallied up their day's harvest.

There wasn't much to say about the loot, because the players were all busy causing trouble and had no way to clean up the battlefield. They could only fight and run. The so-called loot tally was just counting how many boss NPCs they had killed.

"Damn it, the officers of the Imperial Guard are really cunning. By the afternoon, they were all hiding behind the shield bearers. They're such cowards."

One player complained.

"Noble officers are easier to fight, but they're like stupid spores; there's no sense of accomplishment in fighting them too often."

Another player was wiping the barrel of his gun without looking up.

“I still prefer shooting the guards officers; they’re a bit more challenging.”

Dorok didn't participate in the discussion. He sat against the wall, wiping his blood-stained armed sword and reflecting on his actions that day.

The flame of the oil lamp suddenly flickered, not because of the wind, but because the door was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone in the room jumped up, pointing their weapons at the door.

The man being pointed at was not afraid. He nodded to everyone in the room and spread his hands to show them his empty hands, indicating respect and no hostility.

Please relax.

The newcomer, dressed in a gray cloak, spoke in a very calm voice, devoid of any emotion.

“I am not your enemy, I just want to talk to you.”

"What to talk about?"

Dorok took a step back, subtly shielding the other players in front of him, and watched the uninvited guest with great interest.

"Whose side are you on? The Royal Guard? Or some nobleman's lackey?"

"I represent someone who can provide you with more fun and rewards." Dorok and several veteran players exchanged glances, showing considerable interest in the gray-clad man's words.

"Oh? More fun?"

Dorok deliberately grinned, revealing a playful smile.

"Speak and see."

The gray shadow chuckled at Dorok, but there was no real joy in his voice.

"Street fighting may be interesting, but shouldn't a real hunt be about taking the leader's head?"

He paused, then spoke slowly.

"The people you killed today were just soldiers and low-ranking officers. The real targets... those noble lords who ordered their private armies into Taiwan and wield enormous influence over the country are currently hiding in their safe havens, enjoying fine wine and waiting for their henchmen to seize the spoils of victory for them."

These words successfully piqued the players' interest. Several players' eyes lit up.

Right, we've been busy taking down low-level thugs all day; we haven't managed to kill any big shots.

"Go on."

Dorok raised his chin.

“My employer is willing to provide you with the specific locations of these targets, their defenses, and the best infiltration or assault routes.”

Gray Shadow's voice carried a seductive quality.

"And what you have to do is to use the same efficient and deadly action you have shown during the day to carry out the decapitation."

"and then?"

One player couldn't wait.

"What benefits do we get? What benefits do you get?"

The gray shadow's hood moved slightly, as if it were looking at the player who had spoken.

"Gold coins, jewelry, real estate, and even... titles."

My employer promises that the compensation for each successful target clearance will be generous enough to satisfy you; the specific amount can be discussed in detail based on the importance of the target.

Dorok was silent for a moment, his mind racing. This sudden mission was clearly involved in a huge conspiracy and risk, and the forces represented by this cowardly fellow were obviously not benevolent.

On the other hand, he didn't seem to care much. Whether it was a conspiracy or a scheme, strength was the key... Anyway, players could be resurrected; at most, it would just be a little more troublesome to travel again after resurrection.

"Who is your employer?"

Dorok stared at the gray figure.

"We can't possibly work for someone who doesn't even dare to reveal their name, can we?"

"You will know when the mission is completed and the reward is paid."

Gray Shadow's answer was watertight.

"Right now, knowing too much won't do you any good. All you need to know is that our goals are temporarily aligned... to make Taiwan even more chaotic, and to make those traitors bleed dry."

Dorok and his companions exchanged glances again, conveying a few words through their eyes, before the former stepped forward.

"Alright, you idiot... Mysterious man, we'll take the job."

He swung the armed sword in his hand, its blade flashing coldly in the dim light.

"Give us the first name and address first, so we can see your sincerity."

(End of this chapter)