Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 658 - 53: Embrace Glorious Evolution
"How is it? Does this flourishing age meet your expectations?"
"Razor" Modos was very excited, and fueled by alcohol, he freely expressed his beautiful vision for the future. In his view, Ethan was the next Crimson Queen, and he was Olede I. As long as they cooperated, Team Rocket would usher in long-term rule.
Even if it couldn't last a millennium, it could at least ensure endless wealth and glory for the rest of his life.
The flames of the celebration banquet illuminated the night sky, and the air was filled with the scents of meat and wine. They were in the Royal Palace at that moment, and these grand palaces belonged to them now, a sight Modos never dared to dream of before.
Time passed by second by second, yet Ethan remained silent in response to him.
This sobered Modos up a bit. He and Ethan locked eyes, and suddenly he felt goosebumps all over, an inexplicable chill. Ethan looked like a very gentle young man, much more so than in the images everyone else had seen. You would never believe he was the one who killed the Crimson Queen if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.
However, maintaining such a gentle expression for a long time created an indescribable sense of eeriness for Modos.
Having been a poacher for many years and dealing with countless people, he considered himself skilled at reading people and gauging their inner thoughts through their facial expressions. Yet, despite having met Ethan for some time, he had no idea what this person was thinking.
Modos couldn't even discern what Ethan thought about their conquest of the Royal Capital.
Could it be...
This person was angry?
"Listen, you need someone to help you manage this place."
Modos's tone became more urgent. He was secretly observing the movements of the cat on Ethan's shoulder and the bat that followed him. Of course, worthy of vigilance was also the golden bird, which was present when the Crimson Queen fell.
"You need manpower to win this war. Even though the Crimson Queen is dead, her remnants are numerous. None of the City Lords appointed by the Olede royal family are willing to join us, and the Dragon-taming clan in the north, having barely been affected by the magical creature migration, will surely be major trouble."
Modos had prepared many arguments, though in his original plan, these words were meant to be spoken on a more important occasion, with him playing the role of the strategist. "You need ample manpower to destroy these forces. Among these remnants are excellent summoners who will quickly adapt to the new rules."
Modos saw the situation clearly.
The reason Team Rocket was invincible in such a short time was due to their timing strategy. Currently, most summoners are still restricted by the old magical creature battle rules. Once they realize that "attacking summoners" is the most effective method, the scales will tip against Team Rocket.
They must win this war quickly before that happens.
"Razor" Modos was secretly observing Ethan's every move.
Of course, he had prepared for the worst from the start. It would be ideal if both parties remained peaceful, but if Ethan was unwilling to accept them or showed hostility toward them...
After all, he was also a summoner.
Despite possessing powerful magical creature partners, he could not change his frail human body. Modos believed the fall of the Crimson Queen precisely proved that even a king who reigned supreme couldn't completely hide these innate weaknesses.
The festive atmosphere in the Royal Palace froze, and Modos's subordinates also sensed that this conversation was not going as smoothly as expected.
In reality, they didn't care about the name Boss Sakaki or Team Rocket. For them, as long as they could gain power and wealth, satisfy their desires, the name of the organization was irrelevant.
Modos investigated Ethan and found that, counting the newly hatched black dragon whelp, he only had six magical creature partners – surprisingly traditional in numbers.
And now, they had overwhelming numbers.
Even if each person deployed only one magical creature, sheer numbers would be enough to overwhelm Ethan.
If a skirmish broke out, once even a single magical creature approached and tackled Ethan to the ground, the battle would be over.
The tense atmosphere in the Royal Palace, teeming with hidden tension, was observed by Charlotte and others hidden in the shadows. If it weren't for the fear of making noise that might reveal their presence, the man with the white turban would have jumped three feet high immediately.
—"What did I say? Old Sen is definitely not that kind of person!"
Although the man with the white turban had no theoretical basis to support his viewpoint, after spending a few days with Ethan, he was convinced that Ethan would never collude with Modos and his group of scoundrels.
Pillaging refugees amidst chaos was an act even poachers despised. These individuals were the most filthy and vile amongst the poachers; they were the real muck!
No, calling them muck would be an insult to the muck. After all, as magical creatures, the muck merely emitted an unpleasant smell and rarely caused trouble for humans. The Royal Summoner Association's Bestiary had even categorized muck as beneficial to humans for years, citing that they consume large amounts of human-produced waste and serve as nature's janitors.
"Should we go help him?"
Charlotte's palms were sweating.
She had heard about the atrocities committed by Modos and his cohorts at the harbor. Her father had commercial ties with that wealthy merchant, who himself was an excellent summoner with a passion for magical creature battles. Every time he and his caravan visited Moon Forest City, he would specially go to the City Lord's Mansion to spar with her father.
