Chapter 290 281: How To Take Down A Duchy - Planning [Bonus ]



At the break of Dawn, I pulled up the windows of my room and jumped out after leaving a small note back there. I had already told them that I'll be leaving so there wasn't any guilt like the first time I did this. The reason I took the window instead of the door, of course, was to ditch that bitch.

I hopped off and jumped straight out of the walls of the mansion. After heightening my senses, I checked back inside for anyone….

Nope.

I was free!

Without looking back, I started to dash through the trees, jumping over one branch after the next.

After building some distance between myself and Apollon, the next tree I stepped on moved.

I jumped back, but immediately, all of its branches like hands reached out and grasped at my toes.

"The hell!?"

The tree slowly started to mutate as its body fluctuated in and out, and in the next blink, it was replaced by a woman in a pink dress with pink hair flowing down. A parasol was in her hand while she carried a tiny bag in the other, her countenance was like the picture of a princess from children's fairy tales.

"Found, ya, little shit!"

Her words were anything but.

I landed on another tree and kicked it once. Didn't change. When I turned back to Irina Lester, I frowned.

"What the heck was that?"

"I thought you'll pull a fast one, so I decided to turn into a tree."

"That makes exactly zero sense."

"Why?" Irina tilted her head. "You were about to run, so I became a tree."

"How dumb is that? Is your brain operated by three little earthworms?"

"I caught you! What does that say about you then? Ants? Is that what's in your head, fucking pheromone-less fire ants?"

I…

Did I just lose this one?

Biting my lips, I got down from the tree and glared at Irina Lester.

"Fine, tag along then."

"Of course, you don't have the option of me not going." Irina beamed back. "How are you planning to take care of a drug problem anyway?"

I snapped my fingers and brought some documents from my dimensional storage.

"There are some consignments that my people suspect to be the way the drugs are being transported. They couldn't snoop in enough since the security was too tight, but our skills are better. After this, we'll try to hit their buyers and their production as well."

"Intriguing. So, where is this consignment going to be transported from?"

"Not far, it usually travels through the land of our neighbors, the Mirxa Margrave's fiefdom."

"Heh."

"Well, do tag along," I placed the document back in my spatial storage and stretched my hands. "If you can, that is."

Leaving those words, I dashed ahead as fast as I could. Ki and Mana filled my legs forming a light purple swirl around them as I tore through the trees with each step.

A three day long distance was to be covered in the next five hours.

She could take her time coming along.

***

Albert woke up in the morning with his hair in a mess. Though he woke up, he had barely slept all the night, busying himself with the workings of the market collapse he was to bring.

And after long hours of planning, he knew just well how to move things. Keeping every person on his hand in mind, he had decided to assign the gorillas on a guerrilla tactic and the decent ones market operations.

His plan was simple, much like Eugene's, albeit, much more violent.

Unlike Eugene who was chasing efficiency, Albert believed he held a lot of power in his hands, which came along with leisure of operation. Just destroying them wouldn't be satisfying. Not until he got to see their faces scrunch up in regret and tears filling every orifice in their faces. It was either that or seeing them be nailed into a wall with an industrial nail gun, one nail a day.

The second option was too hasslesome.

The first and foremost step that he was to take was to slowly take control over the people that brought in the cash.

Second was to build up two businesses himself. Thankfully, Apollon was loaded, and the one person who could lust after its money had gone over to handle some drugs.

Things were very convenient for Albert.

He combed down his hair, put on his shirt, and stepped out of the room.

Down below near the fireplace, all the members remaining here had already gathered.

"Yo, Albert," Luka called. "You slept late."

"I didn't sleep at all," Albert answered stretching his hands above his head. As he stepped in front of everyone, all of them turned to face him.

Half of them had blank faces, and the other half were annoyed.

"Alright, I'll be telling all of you what we need to do."

"One fucking meal gets us here, huh?"

"Should I maybe reach into the empire's coffers?" Anatolia spoke up. Now that Eugene was gone, her courage debuff had left as well. "Maybe thirty million."

"It's that per person," Lethe spoke up and Anatolia flinched.

"Why do you get to decide that?" Hoya asked.

"The warmth of my spouse is my warmth as well. It's only natural."

This was troublesome.

Sighing, Albert spoke up.

"If things go well you all can probably make ten million each."

All of them stopped and turned to him. Money, an eternal, unmovable solution. It shined today just as bright as it did any other day.

"Alright. Luka, you're going to slowly win over people of their business that handle the collections. Feel free to break their legs. Miss Dawn, Mr Keith, princess one and two, you four will be joining him."

Albert announced the plan mercilessly.

"Rest here, we're going to open a speciality shop."

Eugene had already told him of how fashion in hell was very different from fashion here. Thankfully, Eugene also ran a fashion store in house.

"That's going to double as a money lending business."

Albert was going to defeat them at their own game.