A single suitor did not have much power, but when dozens of suitors worked together to investigate, the power was astonishing.
Even the most destitute suitor would have at least three to five subordinates. If he did not even have this much capital, how could he marry a baroness with a fief? Take a bath and sleep, and have a good dream at night. Powerful suitors like Connor and Duruk even had several dozen subordinates under them. Dozens of suitors added up to at least three to four hundred subordinates. Although many of these subordinates were weak and could only run errands, there were still many capable ones. If they could really work together, let alone a mere baron, even a powerful count would not be able to resist if caught off guard.
In the past, because they were natural competitors, it was impossible for them to work together. But now, at least for the purpose of "investigation", they were working together.
When this group of people all worked together, the power produced was astonishing. Only a little more than an hour later, Duruk was the first to get the exact news. Then, he widely spread the news according to the established plan. In less than half an hour, all the suitors knew the time and place of the banquet.
There was no doubt that when the banquet began, there would be many uninvited "guests".
"These people are really powerful!" In the study of the baron's mansion, Crick listened to Lafur's report and smiled slightly. He said to Romon, "Although we originally planned to leak the news, they moved much faster than we expected."
"People who have the confidence to take over a magpie's nest must have some ability." Romon sneered. "Unfortunately, they are too greedy! You must know that greed is the biggest taboo for swindlers in the pugilistic world. This time, they will be killed by their own greed! "
They chatted for a while, and a gloomy Rhett hurried in. As soon as he entered the door, he said angrily, "My Lord, another one died! That bastard wolf is too much! "
The smile on Crick's face disappeared, and a dangerous cold light appeared in his eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, he sighed and said to Rhett, "Go and comfort the family of that girl."
Rhett didn't answer. He just stared at him.
Crick understood what his subordinate meant. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, let them wait for a few days. I'll let them see the wolf's corpse in a few days."
Rhett heaved a sigh of relief. He bowed and hurriedly left.
"Your subordinate has a good character." Romon, who had been silent a moment ago, praised. "You don't have to worry about such a person betraying you."
"I've always trusted them." Crick smiled. "As for me, in terms of culture, I can at most make up some lousy operas that will make the audience fall asleep. In terms of martial arts, I can probably only deal with a group of goblins. In terms of magic, I can only be a magic apprentice at most. In terms of acting, you might even think that I'm stupid if I'm your assistant … I'm probably just a little confident in politics, that's all."
"You see, I'm such a lousy person, but I was able to build up Keane Land. The key is that I'm willing to trust them and give them the most suitable position for themselves, so that they can fully utilize their talents."
Crick said and sighed softly. "What I'm most worried about about Anna is that she might not be able to continue doing things like I do. If Laver is in charge of the economy, Sean is in charge of intelligence, Rena is in charge of training soldiers, Rhett is in charge of diplomacy, and Layton is in charge of city defense … It'll be a nightmare! "
Imagining this situation, Romon couldn't help but laugh. "That'll be a tragedy!"
"Yes! The scariest leader in the world is the one who thinks he's infallible and arranges work as he pleases. " Crick sighed. "A qualified leader actually just needs to work hard to understand the talents of his subordinates and put them in positions that are suitable for them to utilize their talents. The rest is easy."
"This is easy to say, but difficult to do."
"Yes … it's difficult to do!" Crick couldn't help but sigh again.
He was able to do this because he had the transmigration ability and could directly see other people's attributes. His sister didn't have this ability. How could she do such a thing?
Difficult! Difficult!
Romon saw that he was depressed and found a topic to divert his attention. "By the way, Lord Baron, why do you tolerate those fellows causing trouble in your territory?"
He had wanted to ask this question for a long time. Crick was obviously a good lord who valued his territory and his people. So, how could he tolerate those terrible suitors causing a mess in Keane City? These fellows, there were those who used carrot and stick to chase the residents out of their homes and occupy their houses. There were those who swindled and disrupted the peace and affected the lives of the residents. There were also criminals who simply liked to burn and rob. There were even villains like Connor Griffin, the "Beast of Griffins" who killed for fun.
Logically speaking, with Crick's temper, he should have gotten into a fight with these people long ago. He should have even killed a few of them long ago. How could these fellows still be alive and well until now, and continue to cause trouble for the residents of Keane City?
Crick was silent for a while when he heard this. Then he sighed and said, "How could I not know this? But … if you want to take, you must first give. If I don't let them be careless, I don't have the confidence to kill all of them at once …"
Romon suddenly understood. He couldn't help but admire this lord who led the Keane Territory on the road to glory.
He was indeed a person who could come back alive from the terrible battlefield where even the gods fell. Even if he felt sad and reluctant, he would never be soft-hearted when it was time to give up.
It was obvious that his usual harmless and gentle demeanor was not an act. But at the critical moment, he could be so ruthless and cold. When the two were compared, people could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
Perhaps only such a person could lead an originally mediocre family that was about to be usurped by others to overcome difficulties step by step, manage the territory to prosper day by day, and finally become famous in the world …
Unfortunately, he was going to die. If he could live for another twenty or thirty years, the achievements of the Keane Family would definitely not just be a mere baron, viscount, or earl … It was even possible that they could learn from the Griffin Grand Duke and split off from the Duchy of Thunder to form their own country!
Unfortunately! What a pity!
Romon could not help but sigh again in his heart. Then he asked, "How are you going to deal with them? Do you want to borrow the power of my Lord? Or do you want to summon a demon or something? "
It was definitely not an easy task to kill hundreds of people at once, many of whom were masters. Even legendary strongmen might not be able to do it beautifully.
In this world, there were generally only two ways to do this beautifully so that people could not find a chance to cause trouble in the future — to borrow the power of god or the power of demons.
If he wanted to borrow the power of god, the power of His Majesty Void Mask was naturally the most reliable. But to be honest, Romon was not sure that he could persuade his Majesty to lend his power to carry out a massacre — in his impression, although His Majesty Void Mask was brave and good at fighting, he was not a cruel and murderous person. Among the hundreds of people, there must be some who did not deserve to die. With his temper, maybe he would only kill the leader. At that time, facing those who were spared by him, Romon's position would be a bit awkward.
Kill? This was tantamount to going against the will of the gods, and it might make His Majesty unhappy.
Don't kill? That was tantamount to leaving a hidden danger for the Territory of Keane, and once it erupted, the whole Keane family would die without a burial place.
In contrast, although borrowing the power of demons was dangerous and terrible, it was much easier to deal with. It was nothing more than finding a way to kill those demons that were summoned and beat them back to the abyss.
Romon was confident that with his own ability and the power of His Majesty Void Mask at the critical moment, it should not be difficult to do this.
But the problem was that summoning demons was a bit evil. Would Lord Crick be willing to do it?
Hearing this, Crick smiled and shook his head. He said, "Whether it is the power of god or demons, they will leave too obvious traces. I don't intend to use these methods. "
"Then what method?" Romon asked curiously.
"Explosion," Crick said.
"Explosion? Detonate the magic crystal? " Romon thought for a while and advised, "The cost is too high, and the speed of the magic crystal explosion is relatively slow. Maybe someone will be able to escape."
"Magic crystal? I will not use such a gentle thing! " Crick smiled mysteriously. "I have prepared a super powerful explosive. The power is definitely enough!"
"Ah?" Romon was stunned. He did not understand what on earth could explode so quickly and violently.
"That thing … I also spent a lot of time to make it." Crick looked out of the window and sighed deeply. His expression was a little sorrowful.
It was really not easy.
Just making the concentrated nitric acid alone took a lot of time and energy. Then there was the glycerine, which also took a lot of time. Finally, when the two were combined, the component of luck was really too important!
Fortunately, this thing was still considered simple. He had seen the detailed manufacturing method in a novel that had been sealed due to courting death. Relying on the fragmented information in his memory, he and Wizard Damwade had studied it in secret for a long time before they managed to create this thing that could not even be named.
The danger of that thing could be proved by Mr. Nobel. Crick sealed the manufactured product in an artificial cold environment, and then stored it in a very reliable space bag that he had specially ordered. The whole process had been very careful, lest it explode.
He didn't have any special plan when he created this thing, and he really didn't think of using it against anyone. He just subconsciously felt that this thing would definitely be of great use. In fact, after he created it, he realized that this thing really wasn't that useful in this world. In terms of power, it was not more powerful than the explosion of the magic crystal, and it was more troublesome to detonate, more difficult to store and produce. It was no wonder that when this world blew up stones, they also used magic crystals. No one had thought of inventing this at all.
But … to use it on this occasion, this thing could not be more suitable!
The explosion was fast and powerful, and there was no magic reaction at all, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.
The most important thing was that in this world, only he really understood its principle. Even Wizard Damwade only knew how it was, but not why it was used. After he used it this time, when he died, Wizard Damwade would live in the Void Mask Amusement Park again. No matter how great the ability of others was, they would not be able to find out the truth!
It was a pity that this great invention that had promoted the development of an era on Earth was only a flash in the pan in this world.
It would be a very beautiful flower, a flower of victory to annihilate evil!
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