Chapter 216 Casefile·8: Autumn Hunting (2)
"Brother, just as you expected, Dracy and her men did their best to get a lot of places." Mebucha looked through his men's reports and said with admiration.
"She can't resist this temptation," Maybury said confidently. "Dresi thinks she's the hunter in control, but in reality, she and her followers are the real prey of this autumn hunt."
"Everything is ready for the show to begin."
A week later, a team set out from the royal capital and headed towards the royal hunting grounds in the North Mountain.
This time, the number of people who could participate in the hunt was strictly controlled by the king, and even no noble was allowed to bring any servants.
Although the nobles had their complaints, they remembered that King Huntington came from a military background and was a fierce warrior who fought his way through the enemy alone. He was extremely poor after ascending the throne, so he naturally could not support the extravagant behavior of ordinary nobles who were surrounded by a large entourage and made a grand move as if they were moving their entire family.
Knowing that they had gone to great lengths to live a hard life, many nobles looked miserable. However, when they thought that this trip was very likely related to the next crown prince, they immediately perked up again.
Duke Winston was a gentle man, not as harsh as King Maybury Huntington, so establishing a good relationship with him beforehand would naturally bring him countless benefits. Maybury was a ruthless reformist monarch, and his conflict with the old nobility, including the German clan, was irreconcilable.
But if the next monarch is a reasonable dove, the situation will be different.
It is said that every monarch has his own ministers. Different emperors have different styles and ideas of governing the country. If it is too uncomfortable to live under a king... Well, there have been many capable people in history who have changed monarchs and dynasties through various means.
Wearing the skin of Elenor, Dresi, who was traveling with the caravan, had this in mind. Of course, her plan was somewhat different from that of the other nobles.
She intended to use this autumn hunt to get close to Winston and Maybury, take the opportunity to poison Maybury, and help Winston establish his authority until her good son firmly occupied the position of crown prince. Once Maybury died, she could immediately take action against Winston.
Of course, replacing one's body isn't easy. To maintain a durable, incorruptible body requires careful treatment and meticulous preparation.
First, you have to knock the person unconscious, draw the magic circle carefully and without error, then rely on your powerful soul to sink into the other person's body to capture the city, eat and devour. After completely eating up the other person's soul, you can occupy that body like wearing clothes.
The next step is to continuously use soul energy to fill and transform the body so that it can maintain a "survival" state for a long time and gain "eternal life".
Every time a lich changed bodies, it was a huge battle. Although Drexi knew that many liches in history changed bodies like changing clothes, fighting to survive and becoming stronger, this approach seemed a bit... unrealistic to her.
The problem was her brother, Friedrich. He was definitely not a good roommate. If Dresi had the final say, she would have devoured this good brother and digested him completely. Unfortunately, she had no say in this matter.
The twins' souls were like a lotus flower, inseparable. Even after death, they remained entwined, sealed in the same phylactery. Without either, they would be like a missing piece in a jigsaw puzzle. It would have been fine if their relationship had been harmonious, like other twin siblings, standing together through thick and thin. However, her schemes had claimed Frederick's life, robbing him of his destiny as king.
Missing the opportunity at the critical moment was an experience far more painful than never having had hope in the first place. Frederick had always been resentful about it, even resorting to reckless opposition. This kind brother didn't care that she and he were now one soul, sharing a fate, a life and death together, or her grand plan to allow them both to claim the throne. When he could, he went all out, wishing to send them both to hell.
Fortunately, her soul was stronger than that of Frederick, who had died of a long illness, and she was usually able to suppress this elder brother firmly in her subconscious. But if she slacked off for even a moment, this troublemaker would resurface.
Every time she left her old body and occupied a new one, Dresi not only had to deal with the owner of the new body, but also had to suppress the big fool Frederich. Each operation would consume a lot of her soul energy, leaving her with more expenses than income.
——Not to mention that she wasn't sure she could win this kind of one-on-two battle every time. The best way was to avoid fighting as much as possible or choose a weaker opponent.
However, weak souls often possess weak bodies, and once their bodies are too weak, their larger-than-average souls become extremely uncomfortable. It's like two adults squeezed into a small cloth bag, afraid of poking a hole in it if they move, and the squeeze and suffocation are unbearable, truly oppressive.
If only Mi Funa's previous plan had succeeded, how wonderful it would be! That was a soulless body, a body she could possess without even trying her utmost to seize it. It was a body tailor-made for her! There would be no backlash or corrosion, and she could use it however she wanted!
As long as she used magic to slightly change her hair color and appearance, she could use her original appearance when there were no outsiders around, and pretend to be the gloomy Mi You when interacting with neighbors... Unfortunately, all of this was completely ruined by the child's trembling brushstrokes!
When Dresi thought of this, her teeth started to itch.
"It doesn't matter. I still have Winston." She murmured, "Indeed, he who has the right to inherit the throne is my only choice."
She lifted the carriage curtain and looked ahead. Even with the reduced entourage, there were still dozens of nobles traveling this time. Adding His Majesty's own guards, the convoy was even more impressive.
The Royal Hunting Ground in the North Mountain was an ancient hunting ground that had existed since the days of the German Kingdom. However, Deresi had only heard of its existence but had never been there in person.
Frederick had hunted there many times, but he had no interest in sharing the good old days with Dresi.
Drexi didn't care. No matter how beautiful the stories she heard from her enemies were, what good were they? These interesting places needed to be visited on foot to fully appreciate their charm. She was not unfamiliar with horseback riding and archery. If she had the chance, wouldn't it be even more interesting to have her mount a horse, armed with a bow and arrow, and bring back some ferocious and plump prey?
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