Bab 39: Dad, should we rebel?
Natasha's eyes were cold and piercing.
"Humph, you frogs at the bottom of the well, who don't know how vast the world is. Today I, Natasha Brande, will open your eyes!"
"Ms. Natasha has said it well, the emperor is stupid and ignorant, so we should rise up and rebel against the royal family! "
Suddenly, an excited roar came.
Thirteen figures jumped up, flew over the heads of the soldiers, and appeared on the field.
"The Celestial Mother Cult? "
Natasha frowned.
She didn't have any big hostility towards this cult.
As long as they didn't affect her family, she didn't bother to care about them.
After all, although they had their agendas, the main reason she was able to come over in time was because of the reminder of the Cultists.
The county chief's cold voice came from the side.
"As you all see, the evidence of Malcom Brande and his daughter colluding with the Celestial Mother Cult is conclusive"
"Attack without mercy!"
The man said as he waived his hand.
Wapol looked at him and chuckled.
"How many of your soldiers do you think are followers of our Celestial Mother?"
The county chief simply sneered and said:
"Do you think the government is unprepared? These soldiers are not from this county, but were dispatched from the General's Mansion."
"Fire the arrows, kill without mercy!"
He waved his hand with a cold expression.
Swoosh!——
Swoosh!——
Swoosh!——
In an instant, the arrows burst out like rain, but about half of the arrows were sent in the direction of the other soldiers that they were working with.
Suddenly, screams sounded one after another.
The county chief's expression changed drastically.
'How could the Heavenly Mother Cult have penetrated so deeply?'
Wapol and the other members of the Celestial Mother Cult retreated to avoid the position covered by the arrow rain, but at this moment, two giant dragons soared up.
Buzz!——
All the arrows were already stopped in mid-air when they were 20 feet away from her, and they were burnt to ashes.
With a push of her palm, a brown mana dragon swept across all of the soldiers.
The soldiers vomited blood, fell to the ground, and were unable to get up for a long time.
At this moment, Natasha looked at the county chief with sharp eyes.
"Rebellion? Does the king actually deserve for I, Natasha Brande, to rebel against him today?"
The county chiefs face was pale and his lips were trembling, but he said sternly:
"I don't know where you learned such powerful means, but do you think that one person can fight against thousands of troops?"
"How can you resist the mighty army of the kingdom by yourself?
"You will definitely die, your Brande family, and your grandfather will all die!"
At this time, Wapol jumped out.
"Ms. Natasha, don't panic, our Heavenly celestial cult will support you."
"That dog of a king has no vision, no appreciation of talents, and is stupid and immoral. "
"He should be pulled down from the throne!"
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"I, Wapol, was a first-class knight with an unparalleled literary talent and intelligence, but I failed the imperial examination three times."
"Yet the mediocre king and his ministers are simply too blind !"
Malcom looked at him with strange eyes.
'This man actually turned out to be a failed scholar. Is this why he plans to rebel?'
"Now, that lady Natasha has appeared. This is the day when the Botala royalty will be changed."
He turned to look at Malcom, and said with a smile:
"Mister Brande, how about we have a chat?"
Malcom glanced at the pale and angry county chief, and said calmly:
"Wapol, if you want to talk, show your qualifications for negotiation first."
"Okay, I will show you my qualifications for negotiation."
"Let's do it!"
"Yes sir!"
A man took out a whistle, put it in his mouth and blew it.
After three successive blows, other whistles sounded one after another in all over the city
"Dad, what do you think we should do with him?"
Natasha asked while looking at the county chief.
She decided to let her father make the decision on how to deal with these people
Malcom pondered for a moment before saying:
"Don't rush to take action. Let's wait for the news from the Celestial Mother Cult."
After saying that, he exhaled and looked at his daughter with eyes full of excitement.
He had thought that his daughter had lost her mind when she was going around looking for mages, he had never thought that she would actually gain such terrifying strength.
Those dragons that she slapped out of her palms were like divine creatures, something that mortals should not have.
Now that their family's crisis was temporarily averted by Natasha's display of inhuman strength, Malcom had to consider the follow up matters.
He had to think about whether he should cooperate with the Celestial Mother Cult to rebel against the royal family.
In general, Malcom was against this idea, he felt that it was impossible for the cult's rebellion to succeed.
'The time, place and people are just not favorable.'
'There is no need for my daughter to take action for others.'
'The Celestial Mother Cult is unworthy!'
Moreover, a more critical reason is that Malcom Brande knows his daughter.
Natasha has been obsessed with the magic in the storybooks, and now that she was actually practicing successfully, she would definitely devote most if her attention and time to it.
After a rebellion, the impact would huge, and there would inevitably be many chores that would need Natasha to deal with, which would delay her training.
This was not the life Natasha wanted to live.
Malcom naturally didn't want his daughter to be entangled in such trivial matters.
Therefore, it would be better for Natasha to take a trip to the capital city and solve the conflict from the root cause, the first prince, if they can come to an agreement with him, hostilities can be turned into friendship.
Suddenly, a long whistle sounded, coming from the direction of the county chief's office.
The county chief suddenly looked back, his expression changing again and again.
'Has the government office fallen?'
Wapol smiled, cupped his hands to Malcom, and said:
"The county government office is now under the control of our Celestial Mother Cult."
"From today on, I, Wapol, will be the governor of this county."
At this moment, dense footsteps could be heard on the street, and a large group of soldiers surrounded them.
The leader was actually the lieutenant of the county chief!
"Sir, the traitor has been captured."
The county chief's lieutenant came to Wapol and saluted.
He stretched out his hand and waved back, and an attendant came over holding an official uniform.
The uniform was what the county chief should wear.
Wapol put on the uniform, took out a thin mask, and put it on his face.
At that moment, Wapol's appearance was 80% to 90% similar to that of the county chief's face.
"Take these Celestial Mother Cult members who are pretending to be legitimate government workers, send them to the prison to await their punishment!"
Wapol ordered, in a voice very similar to that of the county chief.
The county chief fell to the ground as he looked at Wapol in shock, and said in despair:
"You want to pretend to be an official?"
"Isn't it possible?"
Wapol laughed.
In a few minutes, everyone was disarmed and tied up, so they began taking them away.
"Give our county chief a change of clothes and a new face."
Wapol ordered.
One of the Cult members came forward, took off the county chief's official uniform, replaced it with another set of clothes for him, and put a mask on his face.
At this moment, he had turned into the appearance of a certain member of the cult.
"How about it, mister Brande?"
Wapol said with a slightly proud look.
"What a great trick!"
Malcom exclaimed in admiration.
"So what do you think about this cooperation?"
Wapol asked with a smile.
"Cooperation… let's wait until you can completely control the county."
Malcom said calmly.
"Okay, you wait for me!"
He said before hurriedly walking away.
Even his walking posture was almost the same as that of the county chief.
Apparently he had been secretly practicing his act for a long time.
"Take them all away, don't disturb Mr. Brande!"
Wapol waved his hand.
The county chief was being held hostage by the Cult members, his face was pale, but he still sneered and said:
"The Celestial Mother Cult can't help you. Malcom Brande, you will regret your decision today!"
"Don't worry about it, it is non of your business!"
Malcom responded calmly.
All the soldiers were escorted away, and all the blood stains on the ground were cleaned up.
At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, as the sun was rising.
"Dad, should we rebel?"
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