Global Composite Master: Compositing an Undead Army from the Start

Chapter 481: Chapter 251: The Tricky Prime Minister! (Five Thousand Words)_2

Returning to the Ruthless Army’s quarters in high spirits after receiving ten precious gifts from Larseis, Randy found his mood in stark contrast to the somber faces that awaited him. He curiously asked, “What’s wrong with all of you? I was only gone for a moment, why does everyone look so upset?”

“Damn that Prime Minister Larseis! He’s truly ruined everything!” one of them grumbled immediately.

“Larseis? What about him?” Randy, having just returned from Larseis’s place without noticing anything amiss, asked curiously.

“It’s about luring the Grand Marshal into action! Didn’t we already set things up? Those people we tricked into thinking they’d joined the Rebel Army have already carried out several operations within the Empire. The Grand Marshal was supposed to be able to wrap things up quickly. But who would have thought that damned Larseis would get wind of it a step ahead of us, capture them, and have them all killed!”

“How did he get the news? Didn’t I tell you to only leak their movements to the Grand Marshal’s people? We were supposed to keep it hidden from the Prime Minister’s side, right?” After hearing this, Randy was speechless.

Good heavens! My plan was laid out perfectly, we were all set to close the net, and then this Larseis just had to show up and ruin everything! Isn’t this just infuriating?

“It was a gambler. A gambler discovered them and sold the information to the Prime Minister for a reward.”

“Damn it!” Randy slammed his fist on the table beside him, shattering it. “We had the Grand Marshal practically hooked, and now this idiot Prime Minister has meddled and completely let him get away!”

“Captain, we can always try again.”

“Try again, my ass! If you were the Grand Marshal, and you were investigating a group of people, only to find out that the Prime Minister’s men had already taken them away and killed them, leaving no witnesses, what would you think?” Randy retorted.

At his words, everyone immediately understood.

Clearly, the assassin’s actions were now completely disconnected from the Rebel Army.

Under such coincidental circumstances, the Grand Marshal would naturally assume the Prime Minister had done these things secretly. Seeing that he himself was investigating, the Prime Minister must have cleaned up the traces beforehand to leave no evidence.

With this precedent, even if they sent more assassins and again impersonated the Rebel Army, the Grand Marshal wouldn’t easily believe it was the Rebel Army. This time, he would likely investigate thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned.

It wouldn’t be so easy to fool him then.

“Damn it, that stupid pig! Always more of a hindrance than a help! We’ll have to think of something else. But, even without the Grand Marshal participating, I did manage to get ten good helpers from the Prime Minister’s Mansion earlier.”

Randy then told them about the ten assassins with lethal attack capabilities, which offered some consolation to his brothers.

At the same time, he hadn’t completely given up on luring the Grand Marshal into action.

Since the first plan had failed, and it would still be some time before the Rebel Army attacked, they still had the opportunity to consider other methods.

Back in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Larseis, who had just spoken with Randy and returned to frolicking with a bevy of beauties, was suddenly startled by a loud BANG as his door was kicked flying open.

This gave Larseis, who was in the midst of his ’efforts,’ quite a shock. Before he could even utter a curse, a stunningly beautiful figure was already standing before him.

No matter how debauched and lecherous Larseis was, faced with the Empire’s foremost beauty, he dared not harbor a single lustful thought.

After all, she was the most transcendent figure in the entire nation.

Even if she were to strike him, the Prime Minister, dead today, no one would dare utter a word of protest.

How could Larseis possibly dare to offend someone who held his life and death in her hands?

“So, the Grand Marshal herself graces us with her presence. My deepest apologies for not greeting you properly,” Larseis said.

Initially startled and somewhat angered by Grand Marshal Erice’s arrival, Larseis immediately stood up when he saw it was her. An embarrassed smile touched his lips as he quickly adjusted his attire, straightened his collar, and smoothed the creases in his robe, hoping to present himself in the best possible light before the Grand Marshal.

Larseis was known for his unrestrained debauchery. To satisfy his desires and ambitions, he lived a life of luxury and indulgence. However, now that he was before the transcendent Grand Marshal, he dared not continue his licentious behavior.

Taking a deep breath, he displayed the true demeanor befitting a Prime Minister.

Larseis adjusted his expression, his face morphing from frivolous to solemn.

He straightened his posture, his gaze becoming serious and focused, devoid of any trace of obscenity or lewdness. He looked at Erice, demonstrating the wisdom and depth of a statesman.

His words conveyed humility, a far cry from his previous flippancy and grinning demeanor.

His transformation was remarkably swift.

Seeing his transformation, Erice snorted coldly. “Prime Minister, I usually couldn’t care less about what you think or do. But if you ever dare to make a move against His Majesty or take any action detrimental to him, I will show you the consequences!”