Will I Eventually Become a Capitalist? Chapter 25

In front of the prompt, Russell held up three fingers.

"The first is that the Reunion Movement was attacked this time; that's on me."

"The second reason is that I feel I can break my debt relationship with the Grand Duke of Baikal."

The Grand Duke of Baikal, a fervent militarist.

He had always hoped to restore past prosperity through war.

During the Chernobyl incident, he was stationed on the outskirts of the city, allowing the conflict to erupt and escalate, intending to use the excuse of attacking Lungmen to wage war with Yan Country. After his conspiracy was exposed, he committed suicide out of fear.

"I plan to capture the Black Snake, interrogate him for details, and make them public. Then, he and another main proponent of war, Viscount Dunkel, will both commit suicide. By then, the debt will have nothing to do with me. I might even seize this opportunity to absorb some of their assets."

[Ah, are Ursus nobles that thin-skinned? They commit suicide just for having their conspiracy leaked?]

The prompt was a little astonished.

In response, Russell pointed to Huihui's avatar.

"Huihui is already working overtime. She told me that my magic tool—the Shadowkhan Ring—will be delivered in just seven days. And don't worry, its functions won't be weakened; it will even gain spatial storage capabilities."

The power of American dollars is great.

After Huihui asked Megumin to buy some supplies to take back, Yoyo's father suddenly had an epiphany, thinking of a more elegant magic tool model. He also felt that he could add some spatial secret arts and slightly increase the manufacturing speed.

The prompt instantly understood.

The magic tool Huihui was crafting borrowed the power of the Shadowkhan General. Once the ring arrived, the Shadowkhan Army would naturally arrive as well.

The Grand Duke of Baikal, who would have committed suicide out of fear, would be made to commit suicide out of fear.

As for the Black Snake...

The old Black Snake would not oppose the Shadowkhan Army.

Even if Russell were to kill one of his bodies.

The Shadowkhan Army could not support a regime, but it could easily make a regime unable to sustain itself.

[Skadi was right, nobles are born schemers.]

The prompt looked at Russell, sighing with emotion.

But then, it felt something was off.

Wait, didn't Russell hold up three fingers?

Why did he only give two reasons?

[What's the third reason?]

The prompt asked.

Russell silently retracted his index and ring fingers, leaving only his middle finger, which stood proudly in the prompt's view.

After making this gesture, he looked at the prompt that had slandered his character and slowly spoke.

"There aren't three reasons. I was just giving you the middle finger."

[You bastard!!!]

Today, the prompt's font was unusually large.

Chapter 28: My Strength Relies Entirely on Your Imagination

This was the second time.

Talulah looked at the modest villa ahead and took a deep breath.

Perhaps realizing that the man named Russell was completely different from the rumors, she disguised herself and entered Chernobyl, delving into the story of YaZi.

YaZi—a dragon subspecies known for their fiery temper and love of battle.

Of course, compared to these traits, another characteristic of theirs was more famous.

—Petty.

It was said that when the Son of Heaven of Great Yan bestowed wine and accidentally omitted their clan, they directly rebelled. Even though the emperor at the time was strong enough to lead his troops to defeat giant beasts, they did not hesitate in the slightest.

Rebellion was clearly a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of relatives.

But YaZi happened to be a collateral branch of the imperial family, and the Son of Heaven of Great Yan would have had to report to the execution ground himself to exterminate their nine generations of relatives.

Therefore, the Son of Heaven of Great Yan at the time made a magnanimous decision—to strip this clan of their noble title, remove their court attire, take off their coronets, and exile them to Ningguta.

However, on the way to exile, these fellows from the YaZi clan took out the escorting officials, shouting, "Son of Heaven, he who has strong soldiers and horses shall rule." They incorporated the outlaws and rebelled on the spot.

The Son of Heaven of Great Yan, who could no longer tolerate it, led his troops to encircle and suppress them, leaving only a few dozen people as collateral branches to continue their lineage, and sent them to Ningguta.

It was said that even in such a fallen state, they still seemed unconvinced and attempted to rebel again.

As a result, they were not even allowed to stay in Ningguta and were exiled to Siberia.

Russell was the descendant of those last few YaZi.

"Is this what people in Yan Country call 'a debt of a hundred generations can still be repaid'?"

"Are they really prepared to fight the Son of Heaven's lineage to the death?"

Beside her, the woman codenamed Frostnova sighed softly.

That man was indeed coveting the throne of Victoria.

Victoria, a world superpower.

Although it seemed fraught with crisis due to the vacant throne and the division among the Eight Great Dukes.

But if someone could achieve centralization, Victoria would show the world why they occupied the richest Central Valley of Terra and maintained the world system of Victorian supremacy.

"I don't know."

"But, he is indeed seeking ultimate power."

Talulah shook her head, gazing at the sky. The sky of Ursus was always bright.

But, beneath that boundless sky, it was always gray.

The Reunion Movement had been attacked.

A group of Infected had arrived at the edge of the Reunion Movement's encampment. Out of pity for their own kind, the Reunion Movement allowed them to set up camp near their base and shared some food with them.

But, at night, that group of Infected bared their fangs.

They rushed into the Reunion Movement's encampment and detonated themselves.

But, fortunately, Patriot had been training the combat units according to military rules, and the attackers were intercepted by the guards.

But—

A squad of Shield Guards and the soldiers on night watch were caught in the Originium blast.

Those who were not infected with Oripathy became infected.

Those who already had Oripathy saw their conditions worsen.

A hint of gloom appeared in Talulah's eyes.

She needed Originium inhibitors.

Otherwise, those soldiers might die.

"Are you sure you want to ask Russell for the medicine?"

Beside her, Frostnova's voice was filled with struggle.

She undoubtedly hoped to obtain the Originium inhibitors, because, in that night raid, her adoptive father, Patriot, had also been affected.

Moreover, many members of the Reunion Movement desperately needed it...

"Yes, I think someone who can find four descendants of the Red Dragon even while in Ursus wouldn't have trouble getting Originium inhibitors."

Talulah took a deep breath and looked towards the distant annex.

"But, that's Russell!!"

Frostnova's voice was more intense than ever.

Russell.

A noble of Ursus, the last pure-blooded descendant of YaZi, an ambitious man aiming for the pinnacle of Victoria...

Each of his titles felt like a mountain, stacked together, their terrifying weight almost suffocating Frostnova.

Even if a person with such a background acted as gently as possible, it wouldn't change the fact that he was a political animal.

To extract even a drop of water from such a man required repayment with blood.

In fact, she had even suspected that the bombing might have been orchestrated by Russell – a disaster that erupted in an instant, enough to force her to seek his help again, establishing a clearer subordinate relationship.

But, after much thought, she dismissed this speculation.

Russell wouldn't engage in actions that might provoke her extreme discomfort.

That guy had sold her a large amount of supplies at a very low price, including rare items like canned meat, canned fruit, and fresh vegetables.

With just a period of supply, he could control the logistics system of the Reunion Movement and complete his deterrence against her.

And creating a tragedy for no reason, if discovered by her, would lead to an irreversible rupture in their relationship.

The essence of politics lies in trade-offs and balance.

Attacking the Reunion Movement did not align with Russell's interests.

So, was it you?

Talulah, through Frostnova's eyes, gazed at herself.

What was reflected in those eyes seemed to be herself, and yet also another person.

That demon, Koschei...

Is he catching up again?

Talulah's expression instantly turned almost ferocious.

What was that guy up to now?!!

"Talulah... what's wrong?"

Frostnova's panicked voice interrupted Talulah's memories.

"...It's nothing."

Koschei, everything you've brought me has taken root within me, but even if this becomes my eternal scar, everything from the past is already over.

It's all... over.

No, everything you've brought must be ended.

As long as I am not defeated by him, then Ursus will have no more Black Snakes.

"We should go and have a chat with Mr. Russell."

The Red Dragon, possessed by the Black Snake, took a deep breath and walked towards the mansion of the ambitious man who might be no less formidable than the Black Snake.

She knocked on the door.

Last time, she had exchanged the legitimacy of ascending to the throne of Victoria for a stable supply of resources.

So, what would she have to offer this time?

Talulah looked at the unadorned mansion, feeling as though the dark wooden door was the gaping maw of a colossal YaZi, ominously waiting for prey to enter.

She pushed the door open and, as expected, saw the man again.

However, unlike before, this time the man was not accompanied by the terrifying-looking white-haired woman, the overly lively boy, or the purple-haired girl who seemed to blend in but stubbornly refused to.

But some things remained unchanged.

Jet-black hair.

Glacier-like eyes.

And that indifferent expression, as if he had seen through everything.

Talulah organized her words, wanting to state her request, but before she could speak, the young man had already anticipated everything.