Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 664 - 666: The Green Forest Twelve Righteous, Bite the Dust!

Chapter 664 -666: The Green Forest Twelve Righteous, Bite the Dust!

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‘An Extraordinary System that is just beginning to sprout.’ Qin Muye also understood the intention of the dark hand behind the scenes, preparing for the rejuvenation of Great Qian in the days to come.

‘It must be the dog Emperor trying to scare me, there’s no such thing as worm people in the world.’ With a steadied mind, he managed not to reveal any flaws.

“…” Qin Muye was speechless for a while, these people not only ignored the news from the court but seemed to lack brains entirely.

“Ah, to kill them? The Evangelical Spirit Monster hesitated for a moment, then relayed the plan, “Master, the Dark Hand ordered you to try to subdue these eleven people.”

“But if it was two days ago, it might have actually succeeded, now, it’s just too bad, probably can’t even get through the door.”

“Come off it, you Rangers, involved in not just extortion and kidnapping but all manner of banditry; with your own misdeeds, how dare you claim to act for the people?” Qin Muye retorted with a scoff.

“Wait a second, let’s keep them for now, it’s a good opportunity to study the vitality in their blood and qi.”

“Yep, they are pretty foolish, convinced by some nonsense that you, Master, are a Tyrant, their gang leader being another of your supposed victims,” quipped the nearby Evangelical Spirit Monster.

“Have someone handle this and bring one person here. Let’s pick the one stoking Fire,” Qin Muye pointed at the old man, and then added, “Check what benefit he received from that worm-person to justify throwing away his life. If it’s for his wife and son, let him see the consequence of such actions.”

“Alright, don’t delay things, you bring the person here and have the others settle the remaining ten well. Take good care of them and meanwhile, check out their background.” Qin Muye turned and walked towards the sleeping quarters, with the Evangelical Spirit Monster picking up the Fire-stoker and following behind.

“Foolish and unreasonable, you dog Emperor, not even ten days on the throne and your bad reputation spreads far and wide. We are acting for the people by removing a scourge like you!” one of the elders said with flickering eyes, ready to define the narrative.

“Sneaking in eleven people to kill me…” Qin Muye looked at the report, momentarily dumbstruck. Was this some kind of joke?

“Just like your foolishness, the Grand Secretary She Xi was incorruptible throughout his life, a veteran minister through several empires, utterly devoted to the welfare of Great Qian. Yet you favor the vile and distance the wise, a sure path to your demise.”

“With such brains, you’re beyond help, might as well be slaughtered…” Qin Muye thought that had there been any proper investigation, such absurd mix-ups wouldn’t have occurred.

“You make a bit of sense, but only a bit,” Qin Muye retorted. Others might not know what She Xi was like, but this man was certainly very ‘incorruptible’—with a body full of scales, how could he not be?

“Pah, dog Emperor,” declared the leading brute bluntly.

“Subdue them? Do I look capable to you? It’s not as if you can just go up there and each one gets a beating,” Qin Muye responded, visibly annoyed. This was precisely his weak point.

“Forget it, bring him over for a try. If it’s not working, then kill him.” In the end, Qin Muye decided to give it a try—since the Dark Hand had tasked him with it, there must be some preparedness… presumably.

“I think with brains like yours, forget about subduing; better just to butcher you all.” Qin Muye was thoroughly disappointed with the group, no point in keeping them around… right?

“I mean, what have I done to you? I haven’t even sat on the Dragon Throne for ten days; power is completely in the hands of the Cabinet Six Ministries. I doubt I could even leave the Imperial Palace if I gave an order. Aren’t you insulting dogs by calling me ‘dog Emperor’?” Qin Muye sighed, looking at them like they were insane.

“So quick, those eleven fools have been dealt with already?” Qin Muye realized that the people mentioned by the Evangelical Spirit Monster were those sent by the Alien Clan families to assassinate him.

“This political struggle is truly plain and simple!”

“Master, the person has arrived,” the Evangelical Spirit Monster, disguised as a eunuch, informed.

At those words, Qin Muye was taken aback—not bad, public opinion was indeed tightly controlled by those noble families.

Of course, there were also many from the lower classes keen to be dogs for these Alien Clan families, but the Spirit Monsters did not force them, just waiting to settle accounts later.

It was a good thing Qin Muye had been quick; the Evangelical Spirit Monster was already wielding the knife, just a hair’s breadth away, or one unlucky fellow would have been beheaded.

The group of eleven was also startled—was something not quite right here?

The old man next to them recalled the barely discernible rustling noise he heard when conversing with the Minister of Ministry of Justice, which caused his complexion to turn suddenly pale.

Words can be nice, but the reality may not necessarily be so.

The Imperial Palace was already under his control, and he was using it as a center to spread his influence. The newly formed system of Three Dukes and Nine Ministers was expanding. Within just a single day, the Spirit Monsters, relying on informational asymmetry, had reorganized the entire lower class, forming a completely new management system.

Even Qin Muye felt this was an insult to intelligence. It wasn’t just him who had noticed that something was off with this fellow; the other ten had too they were just keeping quiet. The timing was, after all, rather awkward.

Such words would raise anyone’s blood pressure. Was it a matter of failing to understand, or was it deliberate provocation?

Qin Muye couldn’t help but remark to himself.

Qin Muye, however, had no particular reaction to this. Beside him, the Evangelical Spirit Monster was already sharpening its blades, just waiting for an order from Qin Muye. Then it all depended on whether he preferred pulp or mince.

Qin Muye thought, it was definitely going to be the latter.

Qin Muye was no saint; there was no need for moral discussions after being brazenly slapped in the face. Without his strength or the Spirit Monster, he would suffer the same fate as the last Emperor Qian.

Qin Muye naturally took in the expressions of the eleven individuals.

They knew about the worms, and they knew about the people, but combining the two just didn’t make sense to them.

It seemed such a pity to kill them when keeping them for study might contribute to the perfection of Martial Arts.

Eleven people were quickly brought in, men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, and Qin Muye instantly noticed that their energy and vitality were more vigorous than that of ordinary people.

It was true that the noble families were deeply entangled with Great Qian, but this entanglement referred to influence rather than individual entities.

Death wouldn’t occur immediately. With the Evangelical Spirit Monster’s speed, it could stitch a head back onto a neck in an instant, so there was no need to worry about death.

That’s why they hadn’t encountered someone like Qin Muye; otherwise, they would have been overthrown long ago.

They could come to kill Qin Muye, and naturally, he could reciprocate by torturing them. There was no rule saying that only they could kill him without resistance.

He had only been in charge for a few days, and their leader, the so-called “Mountain Tiger,” had been locked up a month ago before the late Emperor Qian had drowned.

Hearing this left Qin Muye utterly speechless. What kind of people were these?

False political struggle: schemes and conspiracies, threats and bribes, overwhelming forces of destiny, and attacks from public opinion.

In another world, these corrupt officials could well be real, but in this world, that may not be the case.

If it weren’t for the hindrance of national destiny, he would be able to act freely right now, he felt constrained in everything he did.

So, killing one or two to set an example was fine, but it would be problematic to kill too many—it could impact certain matters unless Qin Muye could fully control the lower echelons and strip the noble families of their influence. Only then could he act.

Because he was worried about the burden on national fate, he had not perceived the situation in this world. After all, he was there to pay debts, not to wreak havoc, so he had to be more cautious than before in many things.

Initially, it was thought that the quiet of the night was to blame for the sense of noise, but after Qin Muye spoke, was it realized that perhaps that wasn’t the case?

A question formed in the minds of the eleven individuals: worm people?

How had the blame been shifted onto him?

This immediately caused the expressions of the eleven to change, with the burly man, who had cursed the Emperor, rebuking, “Our deeds are to rob the rich to aid the poor, to kill the unmerciful wealthy and to eliminate corrupt officials, for the sake of protecting homes and ensuring people’s safety!”

This was someone stepping in on behalf of Qin Muye, as it wasn’t suitable for him to take action himself. Should anyone dare to be persistent and troublesome, the Evangelical Spirit Monster could smack them dead with a single slap.

Clearly, they had been bought off by the noble families of the Alien Clan, seeking to drag others down with them after their plans had failed.

The true political struggle: assassinating the Emperor directly.

As for the noble families? There was no need for excessive worry. They occupied only the top positions, showing no interest in the middle or lower ranks. These positions could not effectively deceive the fate of the nation, and to bow and scrape for blood meal would be a disgrace to them.

It was Great Qian that needed to be revitalized, and if one used Spirit Monsters to accomplish that, it would be akin to plotting a coup.