Kapitel 322: Shining Gold Bar

There was no need for Sharago to elaborate, of course. We all understood what was happening.

In mafia terms, it was two simple words.

Turf takeover.

With the death of the Black Dragon, the political landscape of the European Empire was thrown into massive disarray.

It was as though a massive boulder was thrown into the previously placid lake from a great height.

True, the calm lake was definitely not as it seems and had roiling undercurrents beneath it that saw its share of murders and torture. But it was nothing like the supermassive splash my casual killing of the Black Dragon had caused.

Mini tsunamis were probably being formed right that moment and were racing for their effects to be felt empirewide.

What the two allied factions belonging to Prince Wilford and Prince Harris were doing with the contracts were definitely just one of a million moves people were making in response to the Black Dragon's death.