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Chapter 1190 - 1190 193 Cleansing_2

1190: Chapter 193: Cleansing_2 1190: Chapter 193: Cleansing_2 “Sorry for troubling the Marshal!

Let’s pretend we never spoke about the laboratory matters.

I don’t know if it’s just an illusion, but we old fellas always feel like something’s off about the winds in Dapes.

If the Marshal has no other business, it’s best to leave as soon as possible!

With your strength, you naturally wouldn’t fear some turbulence, but that young lady Melissa can’t handle it!”

Robert’s words gave Hudson a headache.

One had to admit, the web of relationships within the circles of nobility was indeed complex.

Judging by his tone, it seemed this man was also one of Melissa’s elders.

Based on the timeline, Robert would have been young when the Hollis family was still a major family in the kingdom, so it was normal for them to be connected.

After their clan’s decline, it would have been impossible for them to preserve their legacy and recuperate without someone’s support in the background.

Of course, so much time has passed.

No matter how close the original relationship was, by now they wouldn’t be considered close relatives, otherwise Hudson would have known.

Considering the hundred-plus years that have passed, the two sides were likely separated by three, four, five, or even six generations, distant relatives with no interaction at all in normal times.

If Melissa hadn’t married Hudson, this relative connection would probably have slowly faded into oblivion, never to be rekindled.

Now, things are different.

Hudson has become a figure worthy of courtship from all parties; even the most distant family relations could become a tie.

Even without an existing relationship, one could be created.

It’s just that Hudson’s son is still young, and his older brothers and sisters are all married, leaving no opportunities for others to take advantage.

As for the younger brother, due to the low status and lineage of his birth mother, there’s no way for him to catch the eye of the major nobility.

In this era that values bloodline, unions among major nobility have a baseline, with the least acceptable matches being nobles as well.

Of course, entities like the Sanctuary and Dragon Knights, these top powerhouses of the continent, could make others overlook one’s background.

The principle is simple: players in high-end circles must be one of their own.

If you’re not, then you find a way to become one.

“Respected One, rest assured, I won’t be staying here long.

Besides, this is the capital of Moxi Duchy; if they can’t settle some minor troubles, they wouldn’t have survived the last continental war.

The biggest headache right now is not knowing who the hidden mastermind is.

Once the enemy is found, the threat no longer exists.”

Hudson responded with a chuckle.

He accepted all the well-meaning concerns.

As for leaving, of course, it’s best to wait until the clients leave first.

If he ran too quickly, he might miss out on high-value purchases of Magic Potions and lose a good deal of money.

The key point is that Hudson has just taken on a big project for the Near East Development Bank.

Even if it involves cooking the books, it deals with hundreds of millions in funds, and he wouldn’t feel at ease without handling it himself!

As for safety issues, it’s all fine as long as Melissa doesn’t leave his sight.

With his own dragon and bear around, no sane person would act rashly.

Even with surprise attacks, one would have to be faster than these beasts.

Magical Beasts don’t fuss about proof; sensing a killing intent, they’d slap first, often leaving the target either dead or crippled.

In recent years, there have been no shortage of unfortunate souls accidentally harmed, with Noble Children getting beaten half dead just because they let slip some killing intent, mistaken for assassins by the beasts.

Fortunately, this is the Magic World where limbs can be regrown.

As long as too much life force hasn’t been lost, even the seriously injured can be saved.

Half of Hudson’s reputation outside comes from the battlefield, and the other half is the credit of these two beasts.

After all, in the world of nobility, military achievements only earn respect, but to instill fear, you need to do it with your fists.

The noble circles are complicated, and it’s easy to hit your own people if you’re not vigilant.

Part of the hostility faced by emerging nobility stems from inadvertently establishing their family’s reputation.

Hudson naturally couldn’t be the one to stir up hatred.

The Koslow clan’s children couldn’t shoulder this task either.

Maxim and Belsden don’t have these concerns, as no matter the background, they see all as mere bipeds.

And after being hit, the other party can’t even hold a grudge.

If they sense killing intent again and get another beating, they’ll have nowhere to cry.

In any case, after each incident, Hudson would take the two beasts to apologize to the victims, who always had very favorable attitudes, never mentioning compensation.

…

“Leader, the Moxi People have sealed off the city, with heavy patrols everywhere.

What should we do now?”

The middle-aged man’s words furrowed the elder’s brow.

He should have gathered his men and fled upon leaving the auction site.

But things had gone too smoothly, leading him to overlook the risks.

He wanted to pull off one last big job before leaving, to earn some merits when he got back.

The result of his hesitance was his face being plastered everywhere as an illustrious fugitive.

The exposure came so quickly that it caught the old man completely off guard.

The main reason they could successfully ambush the Moxi Duchy was because they operated from the shadows, but now that they’re forced into the open, a lot of their tactics became unfeasible.

Now the city is swarming with government troops, and they, as outsiders, stand out like beacons when moving together.

To make matters worse, the old man dared not let his underlings scatter.

If even one were caught by accident, they’d be done for.

Loyalty is not something that can withstand a trial.

Unless absolutely necessary, the old man did not wish to test human nature.

Once their identities were exposed, even if they could retreat in one piece, they’d be as good as dead.

No Major Noble would acknowledge these unsavory “rats.”

Compared to the laborious aftermath, silencing them was simply easier.

Without evidence, it’s as if nothing happened.

“Don’t panic!

Things aren’t as bad as you think.

The Moxi People are just suspicious and not sure of our true identities.

Due to the auction, a fair number of outsiders have poured in recently, and it will take some time for them to discover us.

Let’s just wait and see.

There are so many who attended the auction; they can’t possibly detain everyone.

Maybe in a day or two, they’ll let us go.

Then we can leave with the crowd.

If necessary, we can drag a few Major Nobles into the fray, inciting them against the Moxi People…”

Before he could finish, a pounding “bang, bang, bang” at the door interrupted him.

“Open up, routine inspection for Followers of the Evil God!”

The shouting of the soldiers outside shattered the old man’s illusions and pulled everyone back to the harsh reality.

At this moment, what to do next was not important.

The key was to get past this immediate crisis.

“Wula, go and open the door.

Don’t keep the soldiers waiting too long!”

The old man deliberately raised his voice as he commanded.

With their original identities exposed and their portraits hanging on wanted posters, they couldn’t continue using those identities.

The old man had shifted from a South Continent Noble to a merchant.

Different identities required different attitudes to face situations.

When playing the role of a Noble, being somewhat fierce in the face of these routine inspections did no harm.

The more authoritative they appeared, the more believable their guise.

After all, it would be odd if a descendant from an ancient Noble Clan didn’t have a temper.

Now posing as travelers, their motto was cordiality brings wealth, thus they could not afford to be haughty.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

As soon as the door was opened, Wula, yet to react, was instantly shot into a dice, dying on the spot.

This scene scared the wits out of everyone inside.

Without even a routine query, they had commenced a massacre, clearly convinced there was a problem with their identities.

“No holding back, everyone!

Quickly use your methods to break out, split up and escape.

Afterward, we’ll regroup at the next safe house.”

The old man ordered in a slightly panicked voice.

As soon as his order was issued, the old man led the group as they burst through a wall of the room, rushing out in a desperate attempt to flee for their lives.

Unfortunately, the Moxi People were well-prepared, with a large force deployed nearby.

As they rushed out the door, they were met with another volley of arrows.

…

Scenes like this were continuously unfolding across Dapes City.

As soon as identities were confirmed to be suspicious, the Moxi Government sent troops to eradicate them.

Followers of the Evil God, Cult organizations, spies from various countries in Dapes City, thugs, unsavory Noble enforcers…

all became victims.

Clearly, this incident had thoroughly enraged the upper echelons of the Moxi Duchy.

Unable to identify who the mastermind was, they decided to conduct a large-scale cleanse, eliminating all those who were suspicious.

The current Moxi People’s principle was “Better to kill wrongly than to let one go!”

Numerous unfortunate souls, simply because of their identity issues, became unwilling sacrifices in this purge.

However, more of those killed were the underworld’s “rats.” It could be said that after this cleanse, the security of Dapes City improved by several levels!