Chapter 198 Strive
The professor simply ignored the things that made him uncomfortable and forced the topic back on track: "What happened at the Crimson Bazaar?"
"How do you know..." Daniga looked at him blankly, but he didn't say a word.
Then he realized he had said something nonsense, because the pair of unfocused smoky gray eyes were narrowed slightly at him, and based on past experience, this was a warning to him not to talk nonsense.
The normally talkative young assassin's instincts suddenly shuddered. Knowing the man's temper, he swallowed silently and summarized his words as briefly as possible: "Many members of the tribe hold high positions in the Scarlet Bazaar. Since we want to abolish slavery and liquidate the slave owners—but everyone doesn't know how to proceed."
"The chief is the most capable of the younger generation. According to convention, he should be the next clan leader." Daniga silently glanced at Aole, who was standing beside him with an unsure expression, and his voice couldn't help but lower. "But he... uh, killed the previous clan leader, and many of the older generation are very dissatisfied with him."
Not only among the older generation, but also among the younger generation, even among the Shadow Chasers, voices of doubt began to emerge. When the passion faded and the blade of judgment was truly pointed at their loved ones, anxiety and doubts finally surfaced bit by bit.
But the black-haired young man did not give a direct answer. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and "looked" at Ole beside him: "Ole, what do you think?"
In the darkness, the breathing of the two assassins was so light that it was difficult for him to judge any information from them, and he could not directly feel their pulses like he did with Azuka.
The Natalin people who stayed in Port Morris knew nothing about the fall of the God of Night and Death, but as time went by, it was only a matter of time before they discovered that the god was dead.
Including the death of the Bloody Duke, the purge of the Bloody Bazaar, etc., these are mines that are very likely to cause huge disputes, and it is unknown when they will be detonated - at this time it depends on the ability of the leader.
The professor waited quietly in silence for a long time before he heard Ole beside him slowly exhale.
"There are no exceptions. Even Shadow Chasers follow the rules. Those who deserve to be killed must be killed, and those who deserve to be punished must be punished." The other party's voice was calm, with a slightly tired coldness. "If anyone disagrees, come and fight me. I'm always here to fight."
Daniga froze in place, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
He and the Boss had grown up together, companions and brothers. While he appeared cold and brutal, he was actually deeply loyal, especially when it came to his own group of brothers, even somewhat indecisive—was that what it meant to grow up? Daniga couldn't help but ponder. Pierce had privately asked him what had happened to the Boss recently that had caused such a dramatic change. After a moment's reflection, he could only come to the following conclusion.
"The boss, he probably fell."
The other party stared at him in disbelief: "...What the hell?!"
"The only variable around us is the professor." Daniga shrugged and grumbled behind his back, rebelliously: "When I showed the boss the Daily Newspaper, he was so rude to me. But after seeing the real person, he didn't last long and started spouting the professor's theories too—he's just being stubborn."
Pierce was silent for a moment, then commented with unusual venom, "So you're saying that you and the boss... have both been 'bewitched by the devil'?"
When Daniga came to his senses, he heard Mr. Devil's blunt comment: "It's good to follow the rules, but it's too negative. Don't go to the other extreme."
"First, we must distinguish between contradictions between ourselves and the enemy and internal conflicts." His voice was even a little harsh. "True hostile elements must be treated mercilessly, but there are actually a large number of your people who can be won over through discussion, persuasion, and education. Such crude and ruthless tactics will only push them further away. - Daniga."
Daniga, who was suddenly called, was shocked: "Yes, Professor!"
Even though he knew the other person couldn't see anything, Daniga couldn't help but feel a little scared when he met those smoky gray eyes. Although this gentleman was just an ordinary, fragile person, he always felt extremely nervous in front of others. He didn't know how the boss could get into arguments at the slightest provocation.
The smoky grey eyes reflected his face without a wavering expression. "Remember when I told you that the 'Commissar' needed to do something?"
Daniga was stunned for a moment, then whispered, "Uh, making sure the team is heading in the right direction and resolving ideological issues...?"
"So now's your time to play your role." The other man nodded slightly. "Starting from the desire for unity, resolve contradictions through criticism and self-criticism, and ultimately achieve a new unity. Of course, the specifics of how to do this and the specific scope of the contradictions need to be determined based on the actual situation. You should understand this aspect more and more deeply than I do."
Daniga stared at him blankly as the man roughly tore through the tangled mist. He couldn't help but whisper, "Will this really work? The tempers of those old men in the tribe..."
If he and many young people could not stand the atmosphere in the tribe, they would not have left together.
"What we need to do is fight for what we can and never give up on any potential companion." The professor's tone remained calm, revealing a chilling rationality and coldness. "As for those who are extremely dangerous and stubborn, they are our enemies. I agree with Ole on this point—we should show no mercy to our enemies. If they have the guts, let them come and fight us in person."
Of course, to be precise, he was fighting with several highly powerful men around him. It didn't matter even if the other side outnumbered him, because he still had a real god on his side.
After Daniga walked away, Ole couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "Thank you for giving me some face in front of others."
Curses and praises aside, his mood was unexpectedly complicated, but surprisingly, he didn't even feel annoyed at being criticized in person.
"I'm not saving face for you." The guy looked puzzled. "I'm just stating the facts. 'Face,' this imaginary bargaining chip from collective illusion, is worthless to me. You shouldn't even dream of asking me for it."
Ole: “…”
"When will you say something nice?" He rubbed his brows in frustration and couldn't help but mutter indignantly, "You never do this to Maxine or Azuka."
Well, he admitted that the frequency of the other party's sarcastic remarks towards him had dropped sharply recently - but at least he was calm and friendly when dealing with Maxine. As for Azuka... Tsk, don't think he didn't see how the other party tried every possible means to beg for coffee from others these days. It was simply too scary.
"What about me?"
The friend's voice sounded beside them without warning. Ole glanced at him and saw that the tyrant's body suddenly stiffened, as if he was frightened by the sudden voice.
The next second, his friend's eyes turned golden, and as usual, he carefully observed the soul of his nemesis. He naturally put his arm around the black-haired young man's shoulders, straightened his collar, and brushed his neck with his fingers without a sound. Taking advantage of the fact that the other party couldn't see, he did not hide his surging possessive desire at all.
The corner of Ole's mouth twitched.
No matter how long he tried, he could never get used to the "relationship" between his best friend and the tyrant. It was like a nightmare that kept him awake in the middle of the night. He remembered how Marchine had once privately told him, her face full of confusion, that she suspected they had been fighting. At that time, he had looked into the red-haired girl's green eyes, filled with innocent worry, and felt his rationality crumble to the ground, ready to crumble to ash at the slightest breeze. He had to try to reassure her vaguely while cursing in his heart.
A certain jerk protected me like the apple of his eye, and even before that, he had assured me that they were still in the "pursuit stage," so how could he possibly "fight" with me? What kind of nonsense was that? Fighting in bed?!
"What else can it be?" the assassin said coldly. "It's sticky and disgusting."
His friend glanced at him with a half-smile - Ole swore that based on his understanding of people, this pretentious guy must be secretly happy.
But the other party continued to speak seriously, drawing the professor's attention. "I've contacted the representatives of various factions you asked me to contact secretly. I've also compiled the list of those willing to attend the first Port Morris Representative Conference."
"Thank you." Nova nodded at him seriously. "We need to ensure the safety of the representatives willing to go to Port Morris. I'll be thanking you for your hard work these days."
The Savior's expression softened. "You know I'm always willing to be of service to you."
Ole couldn't help but repeat in a sarcastic tone: "Thank you for your hard work. I am willing to serve you."
The professor was silent for a moment. Even he felt that something was wrong.
He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where Ole should be. "Excuse me, do you have any comments on my social etiquette?"
Ole crossed his arms and said, "I'm on your right. You're talking to the wall."
Nova was stunned for a moment. The voice came from the left, but the assassin was indeed good at hiding his body. He hesitated for a moment, then looked to the right: "Don't change the subject."
"Okay, I just lied to you." The guy then said slowly, "I'm actually on your left. This time it's true."
professor:"……"
He frowned in confusion. "Why did you lie to me? Is there any special meaning?"
"No, it's just some bastard who is bored and is bullying you." The savior smiled and grabbed his friend whose mouth couldn't stop curling up crazily, and held him so tightly that he started coughing violently.
His voice was very soft and pleasant, but his attack was completely ruthless: "But it doesn't matter, I will help you beat him up."
"Hey, it's just a little joke, don't be so-hiss! Are you really going to kill me, you bastard?!"
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