The imperial capital of the Baruch Empire.
Within a luxurious, extravagant residence.
O'Gavin, dressed in a white robe, sat in a pavilion, drinking fine wine as he watched a group of beautiful women dance.
He was someone who knew how to enjoy himself. After destroying the Baruch Empire's imperial palace, he had not chosen the largest estate in the capital, but the most exquisite and beautiful one.
Pavilions, towers, waterside halls, gardens, dance stages, and opera stages—it had everything.
Every day, O'Gavin drank wine, listened to songs, strolled through the gardens, and admired the flowers.
A man like him naturally carried an air of refinement.
"Linley's influence among the people of the Baruch Empire is too great. Since we failed to kill Linley and Dragonblood Castle still stands, those people continue to believe that Linley will not abandon them. It will be difficult to change their faith."
This matter had been troubling him lately.
If it hadn't been for Olivier last time, I would have killed Linley directly. O'Gavin thought. Olivier was able to kill Alsop. I have to show him some respect.
"Father, it is too difficult to make those people change their faith." His son, the Golden Youth Kingsley, walked in and said, "Can we drive Linley away and raze Dragonblood Castle to the ground? As long as we don't kill him, Olivier surely cannot act against us."
"After driving Linley away, we can announce to the public that he is dead. Following your original plan, once those people lose their spiritual pillar, it will be much easier to change their faith," Kingsley added.
"Good, Kingsley. That is not a bad idea," O'Gavin praised.
O'Gavin naturally understood that driving Linley out of Dragonblood Castle was no different from occupying the Baruch Empire. Olivier naturally would not interfere.
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