0357 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 63)
The banquet was still going on, and Zhen Cheng was chatting happily with the guests as if nothing had happened. However, both Mr. Falme and Old Walker felt something strange about Ms. Gesha, and they gradually became nervous.
This thing can't really happen to Gesha, right?
If it was just Ms. Geisha who had the problem, it would not be a big deal. The two of them did things poorly and failed to find the real betrayer, so it was not a big crime.
Just like Mr. Logist, who is now being excluded from the party without knowing it. He may have been tricked by the poet lady using some kind of trick.
But if that was the case, he should have been summoned alone behind Ms. Geisha's back. Now that there are three people in the same room, why do they always feel uneasy about being blamed?
We can't blame the two presidents for being over-thinking. In fact, Zhen Cheng's previously revealed goal has been achieved. If she is really the kind of person who is determined to retaliate, I'm afraid it's not surprising that she burned bridges across rivers.
And what really worried them was that assuming she really wanted to deal with him, she would let the three of them gather together in Gesha's lair.
This shows that she is completely confident that the four major gangs have no power to resist in front of her.
Seeing the changes in the expressions of the three people, Zhen Cheng was secretly satisfied and felt that the time had come, but on the surface he remained calm and chatted about another matter:
"Have you settled the matter of secretly distributing rice bran?"
"We have received them all," Mr. Falme responded first: "Work has also begun in the direction of the farthest north district, and the work will be completed no later than tomorrow."
"The matter of replacing all the supplies for the House of Commons in the cargo boxes has been completed. We have many conflicts with the caravans, and it is easy for our subordinates to do things behind their backs.
Please rest assured, Miss, the people in the caravan will not notice," Old Walker followed closely and responded: "I just don't know..."
"Hahaha, you are curious as to why I want you to steal something from me?" Zhen Cheng said with a smile: "After all, we were supplying things to Shangcheng District at that time.
Are you worried that... my actions will make it impossible for you to complete the subsequent transportation work on time, and you will be criticized by the old count? "
"Ms. Mingjian." Master Falme clasped her fists and bowed. Ms. Gesha, who usually dominated the situation with all-round grace, always stood aside silently.
"You are right to worry, because I want to take away all the materials produced this season from the nobles in the upper city." Zhen Cheng's eyes widened and he spoke in shock.
The production season in the Royal Court of Van Baie is not the fourth level of the earth. There is neither day nor night, nor spring, summer, autumn and winter here.
If grains such as rice and blood wheat want to grow in the dark dusk, they mainly rely on the blood energy under the mark of the Holy Emperor's Avenue in the land of God. Calculated according to the time on earth, it usually takes about three hundred days.
Zhen Cheng didn't know why, in a completely different natural environment, the unified universe developed a timekeeping method similar to that of Earth. One hour is equivalent to the time of his hometown Earth, and working together is counted as twenty hours, which is the smallest unit for dividing work and rest.
Even in this land where there is no distinction between day and night, she has heard that people in Xiacheng District use "heaven" to mark the day.
A quarter of Vanbaeus is the time it takes the land to produce one period of food. In earth time, it is approximately equal to one year.
"This... this, this..." Mr. Falme was too shocked to speak normally. Old Walker remained silent, but Ms. Gesha, who had been unusually quiet today, raised the question:
"Why?"
"Because something went wrong in your work, a certain Speaker ruined the situation arranged by this lady. Now if we want to get things back on track, we have to eliminate that guy." Zhen Cheng replied with a smile.
Seeing such a playful side of her sister made Sister A feel excited and at the same time a little strange. In fact, she didn't realize that whether it was a detective or an actor, it was only Zhen Cheng's interest.
Manipulating power among complex power entanglements is what she has been taught since she was a child.
"This is God damn Logist's fault! At most, including Geisha, Miss is so radical, but we are all unlucky in the end..." Mr. Farmer argued with reason.
However, Old Walker stopped the former and asked in a hoarse voice: "Miss Poet, have you ever thought about... the consequences of doing this? And if our lives are really endangered, what will we choose?"
At this moment, Zhen Cheng felt the surprisingly stubborn side of Old Walker and Mr. Falme. After the two were subdued, this was the first time they showed such obvious resistance.
Of course, Zhen Cheng had already made arrangements for this resistance, otherwise there would be no need to deliberately choose the banquet venue in Gesha's wooden castle.
"If your lives are endangered, you naturally have the right to choose how you want to live. But do you think I would do something stupid like that and force someone to a dead end?
Don't worry, the cargo boxes are now scattered throughout Xiacheng District, and they are all in your hands. With such an initiative in your hands, are you still afraid that I, the young lady, will do something dirty?
As for the outcome of the matter...of course I will get what I want. As long as you don't do stupid things, you will all be safe, and the speaker will probably die." Zhen Cheng said it freely and swore so confidently that the three of them just listened.
Got to be stunned.
Even if they had already imagined that the new master was ready to confront the House of Commons when Zhen Cheng instructed them to secretly put the products of labor into wooden boxes, they never dared to imagine that she actually dared to plan to kill Kang Si
Count Laimu himself.
As for Zhen Cheng's thoughts... In fact, of course she would rather use a simpler and more direct method to kill the old earl, but the earl is not the king, and the death of one will not improve the situation in the lower city.
From the information obtained from Misha, Zhen Cheng has already deduced the true situation of the House of Commons in Vanbaie. I am afraid that there are many nobles who are keeping an eye on the interests of the Lower City and are always on the alert.
Due to the contrast of hard power, even if Zhen Cheng uses the last opportunity to ask for help to obtain a complete piece of information, it will be difficult to guarantee that he can deal with these nobles who unified the universe like he did with the four presidents.
And if possible, she would rather involve as few forces in the upper city as possible.
After all, when accepting the competition with senior Mei Bixi, Qu Yun had clearly hinted at the safe range of "the target is only in Xiacheng District".
If we really assassinate Earl Consrymius, I'm afraid the result will be the same as choosing the most reliable ruins to break in, and we will only end up with no way out.
These are all desperate measures taken when forced to do so.
Therefore, in Zhen Cheng's plan, the fate of Count Consrymius is definitely not determined by an assassination.