A Beast That Indulges Its Desires

"Unique Talent" refers to an ability that only a few creatures can awaken.

Its characteristics include innate awakening, a wide variety of abilities, some strong and some weak, and these abilities cannot be learned by others.

"I call my Unique Talent 'Law,' and when I activate my power, the world changes because of my words."

Ge Erka spoke with an arrogant tone, but those around him could only see his lips moving, but could not hear any sound.

His "shut up" became silence under the law.

"In the Light Eagle Legion, most captains possess Unique Talent; that's our distinctive feature,"

Ge Erka raised his head and continued his solo speech.

To outsiders, he appears as a proud and powerful figure, whose mere display of strength amazes people.

However.

"It's fortunate you can't hear me now, otherwise..."

He coughed and muttered to himself, "You can tell how weak I am just by looking at it. Damn it, controlling so many people at once almost made me faint. I'm never doing this kind of stupid thing again."

He waved his hand to quickly cancel the effect of the decree, which actually lasted for less than three seconds.

However, no one present knew his true thoughts and regarded him as a gold-level expert.

Since the order was lifted, the scene fell silent for a moment.

As expected of the Light Eagle Legion, their strength is truly formidable! Everyone was thinking the same thing.

The head of the guards was also stunned by this incredible maneuver and kept praising the lord's might.

Ge Erka didn't speak, but simply nodded. Then he stared at the head of the guards with a very imposing gaze, making the man bow over repeatedly and tremble.

Why is Lord Ge Erka staring at me? Is there something I forgot to do? The head guard began to doubt himself, but a minute later, he suddenly realized.

"Oh, right, hurry and report to Lord Philip!"

He summoned a quick-footed guard, gave him a few instructions, and sent him to the Lord's Mansion.

In fact, the whole city knew about this, Count Philip probably knew about it too, but wouldn't making this trip show that he, as the leader, was capable of doing things?

The head guard gave Ge Erka a thumbs-up, thinking to himself that he was indeed a big shot, doing things meticulously and even kindly reminding him with his eyes.

Ge Erka nodded silently, maintaining a cool and aloof demeanor.

Every time he releases a decree, he falls into a period of weakness, and you can tell from his voice that he is not in good condition, which is detrimental to his image.

So he came up with a plan: he would stare intently at the other people and let them imagine what to do next.

As it turns out, this method works quite well.

Bede City, Lord's Mansion.

The guard who came to report the news trembled as he withdrew from the room, because Count Philip was very unhappy and looked quite intimidating.

"Why did this sudden change occur at this critical juncture?"

The once shrewd merchant nobleman slammed his fist on the table, and several cracks appeared in the thick wooden table.

Count Philip's eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled, making him look like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

Not only that, his body became even thinner, and the joints of his hands protruded like the claws of a demon.

Nobles can be thin unless they are sick.

It's no wonder everyone thinks Count Philip has become frightening; looking like this now, he could scare countless children to tears if he just walked down the street.

His secretary recalled that the Earl had changed into this state since returning from the Leyndell, appearing completely unfamiliar to everyone.

Everything was fine before the His Majesty the King.

"It's like they're targeting me!"

Count Philip smashed everything on the table onto the floor, unlocking the Desktop Cleaning Master achievement.

Hundreds of workers died en masse, and no ore was brought back. The tragedy cannot be described as a complete loss; it requires a more severe description.

A single day without income is nothing to the Bede Family, but what worries them is the newly appeared monsters, including a flying dragon that can cause explosions!

If it really is a dragon, then he can forget about mining this ore again!

"Of all times, of all times!"

He grabbed his hair in frustration, pulling out a large clump, the ends of which were still stained with blood, which was quite frightening.

"What's the rush, Lord Philip?" another person in the room spoke up. "Is he worried that he won't be able to keep his promise to His Majesty the King?"

This person was also wearing the Light Eagle Legion Leader's Armor. He was slightly shorter Ge Erka and looked younger, but his face revealed a cunning look.

"What else could I be worried about besides this?" Count Philip said. "I've already promised His Majesty to provide many times more concentrated Blood Therapy Potion, unless we mine more ore."

"Come on, your Bloodstone reserves in the warehouse are more than enough, with plenty to spare,"

The captain of the Light Eagle Legion scoffed, as if he saw through everything. "You're just profiting from His Majesty's orders. His Majesty only temporarily granted you the Zane Dungeon to carry out his duties, yet you're claiming it's your permanent private property. Tsk tsk."

Count Philip's expression turned displeased. "What's it to you? I'll return the dungeon when the deadline is up."

This person really doesn't know how to speak. Even if everyone knows the truth, some things shouldn't be said openly! The Earl clenched his fist.

I should have known better than to invite the Light Eagle Legion to maintain order; both of their captains are despicable.

The Light Eagle Legion is divided into three ranks: mercenaries, captains, and leaders. He was able to invite two captains and their squads this time, which was already thanks to the King.

"I'm not blaming you. Whether you make money or lose money is none of my business. I'm only responsible for bringing back enough potions," the captain shrugged. "I'm just giving you some advice: it's not too late to let go. Post notices, apologize to the adventurers, and restore order to what it was before."

"Enough, stop talking!"

"I advise you not to indulge your desires like His Majesty, or you will end up like him, a wild man."

The captain suddenly smiled, leaving his sentence unfinished, which was the best way to provoke thought.

He left the room, seemingly intending to give the Earl some time to think.

This man seems to know some secrets about the King's strange illness, but what does that have to do with Count Philip?

Could it be that the Earl has also been infected?

Perhaps awakened, the fierce glint in Count Philip's eyes subsided slightly, and reason regained its advantage. He began to consider whether his actions were truly the right thing to do.

It seems I really did something terribly wrong.

Something's not right.

These memories from the past few days are replaying in my mind, and the more I look at them, the stranger they seem.

These recent events don't seem like things I would do; they're so wrong it's outrageous. How can you do business like this!

What exactly is affecting me?

His eyes became increasingly rational, and his gaze gradually cleared.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door, and a servant rushed in, holding up a purplish-red ore and shouting:

"Earl lord, adventurers claim to have found a source of Purple Blood Crystal! A large quantity of Purple Blood Crystal!"

Count Philip's eyes were once again consumed by madness.

"Where!"

At the same time.

"Achoo!" Luo Jieer was far away in the Resurrection Room, suddenly sneezed.

"Strange, I have this feeling that my source of income has been robbed."

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't yet sold the information about the Purple Blood Crystal to Count Philip.

"Never mind, no rush," he muttered to himself as he picked up the corpse.

"Anyway, only I know where Purple Blood Crystal is produced."