If not for the battle at Du Village, Niu Dali would certainly have thought the Little Marquis was bullshitting. The man was clearly a prisoner with nowhere left to turn, yet insisted on calling himself a Peerless Heavenly Pride. But whenever he recalled the invincible figure of the Little Marquis breaking the Space-Locking Grand Formation with a single spear strike that night, he truly had to concede...
This young fellow loved showing off, but he really was no ordinary man.
Niu Dali tore off the choicest piece of lamb leg, sprinkled salt evenly over it, and dipped it in chive flower sauce before personally passing it to the Little Marquis. "Brother, have some."
"Thank you, big brother." The Little Marquis suddenly realized he was becoming a little twisted. He actually loved playing the lackey, the lapdog. He found talking to people with his tongue hanging out particularly entertaining, and it could hone his emotional intelligence too.
He took a huge bite of lamb, grease filling his mouth.
Niu Dali smiled at him and said quietly, "Good brother, over the past few days, I've given all the military officers in the prefecture detailed assignments. But you, a Fifth Grade genius... I've never put you to work. Do you know why?"
"No," the Little Marquis answered thickly. "But you must have your own arrangements, big brother. I trust your wisdom."
"Mora wants that enormous sum of star source, and Zhenyi wants Wang Anquan... Both put them in irreconcilable conflict with me. If Wang Anquan disappears, naturally, we won't be able to uncover the Divine Court spies. If the star source disappears, then the merit I need to atone for my crimes will be gone, and all I'll fucking have left are the crimes. So I have to stake everything and fight those