The Rise of the Wolf Tribe: Recognizing a Thief as Mother (3)
"Your Highness, this is the financial statement for this quarter. The Klaa II exceeded its mission targets. I optimized the production line structure and eliminated unnecessary waste. However, the population loss was quite significant. Could you please allocate some more manpower to me?"
Looking at the financial statements in her hand, Mei Yangyang was in a good mood. As long as she submitted these statements to her superiors, it would be another significant achievement after her subordinates took over the business. Perhaps she could even retire early and become a carefree prince.
This made her squat down and rub Mordred and Russ's heads. "Well done, I'm increasingly convinced that making you my servants was a wise choice."
"But isn't this loss a bit too great? Don't you have any pity at all? You know those wolves look a lot like you."
"Pity? Your Highness, you jest. Our Dog-men clan has been loyal for generations, recognizing only one master in our lifetime. You not only saved my brother and me, but also showed us great kindness. We will never forget this favor!"
"That's right!" Russ chimed in, indicating that they only had Ruth as their sun, and as for the wolves, despite their resemblance to them, they were nothing but uncivilized the Beast. How could slaves be considered human?
"We've already taken on the form of Mei Yangyang!" ×2
This is true! Mei Yangyang could feel the intense feelings that Zhuang Sen and Dorn had for her, that intense desire for every piece of skin, every piece of flesh, and even every hair. Even she herself found it a little unbearable.
Even without using Psychic Power, the two creatures' current appearance was somewhat abstract. These two little things had somehow obtained a clump of wool, knitted it into sweaters, and were wearing them with a lifelike design woven into the chest that read, "I am Mei Yangyang's dog!"
"Mother!"
"Huh? What did you say?"
Mei Yangyang thought she had misheard, but that seemed unlikely. Mordred and Russ exchanged a glance, then, in front of all the sheep, raised their hands and bounced around, loudly chanting:
Mo: "You come from the grasslands, bestowing upon me a snow-white coat! I wish to eat lamb dishes."
Lu: "Gently swaying in the sky, the splendor of the horizon transforms into tears, and I wake up crying."
Together: "Every time we meet, boundless love wells up in our hearts!"
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This scene was truly astonishing to the sheep-like officials who had never experienced the teachings of gratitude. They thought to themselves, "If I had such skill in flattering sheep, wouldn't I have made progress long ago?"
And that wasn't all. After singing a little song about gratitude, the two leaped high into the air with a difficult move, then knelt on one knee, shouting at the same time:
"Zhuang Sen (Dorn) has spent half his life toiling away, only regretting that he has not met a wise ruler. If Mother does not abandon us, we two brothers are willing to become her godmother and serve her with utmost loyalty."
After saying this, the two pulled out a scroll from behind them. The woman depicted on it, tall and graceful yet charming and dignified, was none other than Princess Mei Yangyang of the Empire.
In terms of flattery, these ancient old men are definitely no match for those human nobles who were hacked at from behind by Mordred. To survive, they've completely abandoned all pretense of decency.
Despite her extreme sycophancy, Mei Yangyang wasn't annoyed, which was much better than Fei Yangyang, who only showed off his muscles in front of her.
Taking the scroll and looking at the neatly written poems that showed the talent of a master, Mei Yangyang couldn't help but read them aloud:
"Your grace is as deep as the Kunlun Mountains, and your blessings cover mountains and seas, nurturing the universe."
A helping hand to lift people out of distress and a heart to enlighten the ignorant and guide the world.
The mountain snow is warmed by your fervor in winter, and spring returns to the nine regions thanks to your protection.
May the people be blessed with jade-like dew, and may the sage's noble spirit be admired for a thousand autumns!
Although she couldn't understand it, Mei Yangyang was deeply shocked. She felt it was a waste to send these two little things to be Black-hearted Foreman, so she decided to put them in front of her as palace clowns instead.
Upon hearing this, Mordred immediately flew into a rage, instantly switching to his Spinosaurus form and pouncing into Mei Yangyang's large, round pectoral muscles. Despite being just a cowardly dog, he overwhelmed everyone with his imposing presence.
"My lord, there may be countless court jesters, but the chance to make you great again comes only once. As your adopted sons, we brothers will surely help you ascend to that Golden Throne."
The dog's head, wedged between the clumps of flesh, resembled that of a most devout believer, its fervent gaze leaving everyone speechless.
"Oh, well, maybe we should just forget about it. I'm just my father's youngest daughter, and my goal is simply to be a carefree prince!"
"No!" Another dog head came flying, an invisible killing intent spreading. Despite being just a husky, Russ somehow displayed a kingly aura.
"Of all virtues, filial piety is paramount, and a foster mother is supreme. If I cannot place you on that highest throne, then let the Milky Way vanish and the starry sky burn!"
"Yes, Mother, as the saying goes, there is no kinship in the royal family. Human desires are endless. If you don't sit in that position, there are plenty of others who want it."
"I don't even want to think about what that bastard might do to you if he were watching you with ulterior motives and ulterior motives."
Meanwhile, secretly, using her body as cover, a wisp of Emerald Chaos Energy began to spread beneath Mordred, and without anyone noticing, Wolf's Fury was injected into Mei Yangyang's body.
This was a small amount of Fel Energy that Mordred had painstakingly accumulated; although the quantity was small, its quality was exceptionally high.
Her thoughts began to become increasingly chaotic. Stirred up by Mordred and Russ, all sorts of strange thoughts began to flood Mei Yangyang's mind.
Ultimately, it all turned into her defeat and imprisonment, all her ownership and power vanishing into thin air, ending up at the hands of some trashy, violent scholar she had always looked down upon. And alongside her was the novel * Xi Yangyang, and she even experienced auditory hallucinations.
"General, this bitch is still being stubborn."
"Hmph, Mei Yangyang, you never thought this day would come, did you? Yesterday you ignored me, today you can't even reach me."
As for you, Xi Yangyang, brothers, line up for me!
You dare!
"Oh, my sword is not without its weaknesses. Brothers, do you dare?"
The dark shadows trembled, but ultimately transformed into a vow to follow Fei Yangyang Warrior to the death.
"No, don't do this to him!" Mei Yangyang shouted, suddenly awakened. The luxury car that she was reluctant to use was being used by Fei Yangyang to drive for Didi.
Once the seeds of suspicion are sown, they will surely take root and sprout. Seeing the two little creatures still huddled on her, Mei Yangyang waved everyone away, her emerald green pupils reflecting the two lowly Dog-men.
"You're right, one should always be wary of others, but I'm just here to gain experience; I have no military power whatsoever."
Mordred, who had been waiting for these words, had glazed over and was glowing with an inexplicable light. He leaned close to Mei Yangyang's ear and spoke in an incredibly gentle tone:
"Mother, have you forgotten the wolf clan of Klaa II? You must distinguish between public and private matters! Only what you have in your hands is truly yours."
They are imperial assets, and you are an imperial general; this is the rightful reason for your claim.
For some reason, from Mei Yangyang's perspective, Mordred's stunning beauty reminded her of her mother who had passed away when she was young.
Although she smokes, drinks, gets perms, likes to kill a couple of slaves to relieve boredom, and treats her subordinates with beatings and scoldings, or even more severely, dividing up five oxen from their households, she is still just a child!
An empire that prioritizes force has no room for compassion, but here, she could feel a gentle warmth—not the scorching heat of the sun, but the radiance of the dark moon.
"But this violates imperial law. The werewolves are just a bunch of weak and useless trash, completely incapable of fighting against imperial soldiers with life equations. Besides, you're just a Dog-men. Most importantly, the guards won't stand idly by."
This is when Russ steps in. Mordred's act of being Dog's Leg is a bit pretentious, but Russ is different; he's the Golden Giant's powerful Dog's Leg, and he immediately offered his advice:
"Mother, you may not know this, but don't let our weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness fool you. My Second Brother has been enlightened by the Creator and possesses extraordinary wisdom. He is also Arch-Magos of the Dog-men Imperium."
With Second Brother's strength, as long as Mother is willing to give us your full support, it won't be long before we provide you with a powerful army.
As for myself, I am a crowned general in the Dog-men Imperium, with both literary and martial skills complementing each other. With the three of us—mother and sons—working together, how could we not accomplish anything great?
Without giving the other party a chance to react, Mordred secretly increased her Fel Energy output while continuing to deceive them on the surface:
"Fealty that is not absolute is absolute Fealty! We are not violating the imperial laws, but rather protecting the empire's eternal peace."
Mother, don't worry. As long as you give the order, I can build a bio-beast squad for you while ensuring the production of Klaa II. What are you still hesitating for?
"Yes! What are you still hesitating for? The empire is in dire straits. If you don't step forward now, you will have failed your ancestors."
Having already been corrupted by Fel Energy, Mei Yangyang thought it made sense, but due to insufficient dosage, she still didn't become Mordred's lapdog. After hesitating for a long time, she still asked in return:
"Isn't this treason?"
"How is that possible!" ×2
Mordred had already started to take advantage of the situation, held the sheep's head in his hands. The delicate and soft touch brought tears of emotion to his eyes.
"What fails is called a rebellion; what succeeds is called a revolution. Besides, as one of the Imperial Generals, what's wrong with you keeping a private army?"
Even I, a loyalist who has only recently joined the empire, know that many generals secretly keep their own private armies. If you don't do what everyone else is doing, doesn't that make you seem out of place?"
"Moreover, this is not a rebellion, but a further implementation of imperial law; it is dynamic Fealty, flexible Fealty!"
"To fully guarantee your rights as an imperial Princess, to protect the empire from being stolen by some despicable villains, and to deal with all unforeseen circumstances."
It is about slow and deliberate loyalty! It's about developing power in a planned way, not some destructive, short-sighted Ruinous Depletion, with everyone working together from top to bottom.
Actively build up the internal structure of the legion, optimize its operation mode, ensure stable and controllable development, and avoid being passive due to the influence of criminal gangs.
Therefore, secretly developing our power is not a rebellion, but a prerequisite for implementing the imperial laws. Only in this way can we make the empire great again!
As for the guards you mentioned, you can rest assured, I will make them disappear little by little. After all, it's perfectly normal for safety accidents to happen in factories, don't you agree?"
Finally, Mordred and Russ, one lying on the left and the other on the right, unleashed a deafening question:
"Mother, have you forgotten the empire's grand ambition of unifying the world?"
"Singing and chirping, I'll never forget it for a moment!"