Chapter 47 19. Make things bigger
Daxus turned around and waved his hand, and the dignitaries and soldiers left the room one after another.
"Edmund! Chop off all the heads and pile them up in the manor."
"Ryan, take a team of soldiers and search this building carefully to see if there is anything special."
Dacus gave two orders in succession.
Inside the manor, the cold lizards were gnawing on the corpses on the ground, while the soldiers were working in groups of three to finish off the dead and cut off their heads.
Two trainers picked up a Duruch who was tied with a steel chain and pushed him to the ground. The Duruch was still squirming and struggling. Daxus saw the thorn mark of Hadrika on the neck of the Duruch. Daxus nodded, and a trainer took out a dragon tendon whip and whipped him directly.
Dacus smacked his lips and said, "Today is a good day. The head of the Thorn family lost two sons in one day. It's really sad news." He laughed and then said, "Young Master, I was asked to protect the Thorn family's youngest son. It's a pity that you are not one of them."
One-Ear didn't get the chance to find his uncle. He was tied up by Kalyon with steel chains, but the chains weren't red-hot. Darkius waved his hand and called Alyssa over. "You and Kalyon will go back and take him to Night Warden's Castle. With luck, this poor One-Ear can catch the last ship to Naggarond to meet the great Witch-King Malekith. I'm sure the Witch-King will give him a good meal."
Alyssa turned her head and looked at Yi'er. Yi'er's mouth was framed, and even if there was poison in his teeth, he couldn't use it. His eyes were full of despair and pleading. His end would be terrible.
Darkius had no interest in hearing his stories, the nonsense about being forced into a corner and being coerced. He certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to keep the Ear around and have him teach Darkius magic. As a direct descendant of Hell's Scourge, he'd sooner or later have to deal with the Sorcerer-King Malekith, perhaps even serving as his lieutenant or postmaster general for a while. Couldn't Malekith see the magical aura within him? Even Alandrian would be useless by then. Darkius didn't want to risk his life; if he needed a sorcerer, he could just ask his family for one.
"The big guy is eating so deliciously that I'm even hungry just looking at him. It's amazing that there are no Kane assassins here."
"My Lord," said Flanais respectfully, "they are better informed in Clarkalond, and they will not be in trouble."
Darkus said nonchalantly, "Excuse me, why keep those mercenaries around? They're really desperate to take any job they can get."
"Sir, please spare me, please spare me. These powerful people said they were ambushing his brother. We didn't mean to offend the Hell Disaster Family. Sir, please spare me."
This was the problem of information asymmetry. Without it, they wouldn't even know how they died. The mercenary captain had led his team into the abyss. No matter what the mercenaries said, Daquus wouldn't spare them. There was no mercy or persuasion in the Duruchi society. On the contrary, these Duruchi would see you as weak and vulnerable, ready to be exploited. Isn't that just looking for trouble?
The ruling style of the Druchi top brass is very direct and brutal, which is extreme fear and pure violence!
As a member of the Hell's Disaster family, Daquus must first maintain the family's rule in Clar Karonde.
It was obvious that Newkel threw Water to Darkus and let Maranul marry the darling of the Heart Eater family in order to train the two brothers' abilities.
The killing started again over there. Daxus took the Drum of Echo and beat it rhythmically. He was waiting.
The killing ended and the drums stopped.
Ryan came out and said to Dacus in disappointment, "Sir, I checked carefully and only found some letters, not what I was looking for." Then, Ryan doubted himself and said, "Maybe I am too inexperienced? Why didn't I find it?"
The scene with Slaanesh, the god of love and art, that Dacius had been expecting wasn't there? But he didn't want to go in and walk around again.
"It's carnival time again! Go find something valuable! Disband now!"
Inside the manor, apart from Dacus's men, there were no other Druks left standing. There were only a group of chained slaves locked in the shed, unable to escape even if they wanted to.
These soldiers, whose minds were filled with thoughts of overthrow, counterattack on Ulthuan, killing, looting and Cain, cheered and went to collect their belongings. This was a rare opportunity. They would receive a fixed salary without fighting. Although most of the soldiers had already received their share of the Haxie Voyage Trial, which Druch would think that Sovereign was too much?
"It's not going to be easy. These Duruchi don't need land. Old Qin? North and South? Military regions? Military towns? Jin people? Later Jin? My goodness, I'm the governor. I have to write an investigation report when I have time. After all, I was once a successor."
Walter came out holding his brother's head. Daquus nodded at him, indicating that there was another brother on the ground. Walter was quick this time and did not say any villain's winning speech. He directly took out the serrated dagger and bleed his brother's neck. Walter calmly watched his brother drown in his own blood and cut off his head quickly.
After doing all this, he walked to Darkus, knelt down, and said incoherently: "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Who would care about a lame Druch? Father likes me on the surface, but in fact, he just wants to see us sons fighting each other so that they won't covet his position. Now he's dragging you into this. I'm sorry, my lord."
Franais and Baigne tactfully avoided it.
"Oh my, that's enough."
Dacus stood in the square for half an hour, enjoying the breeze, while Watt and Baigne sat beside him in a daze. Ryan pulled Franais into the building, but Ryan seemed unconvinced and went back to search.
Several soldiers pushed three carts out of the warehouse, and the rest of the soldiers moved the wounded, dead soldiers and spoils onto the carts. Dacus also saw some murals and leather products with strange styles.
"Sir, we've finished searching the basement and the secret compartments, and there's nothing there."
Soon the soldiers lined up, and Edmund and several captains searched them one by one to prevent them from hiding anything. The soldiers were smiling and seemed very satisfied with today's killing and looting.
The heads were piled up in the manor, with the heads of Walter's two brothers on top. Daxus nodded with satisfaction.
"Walter, count the points after you go back, and give me a list before you divide them."
The soldiers knelt and shouted, "Thank you, sir!"
"Draw out all the slaves and burn this plantation!"
Dacus wanted to tighten the noose, make things bigger, and make those rats move.