Chapter 29: Suffer the Nobles, and You Bear the Blame

If Dick is bold enough, he can even use this to control some lower-level Celestial Dragons.

For example, the Purminger who will visit the Kingdom of Goa soon? Rozward? Or who?
Anyway, he was the idiot Celestial Dragon who blew Sabo's memory with a single shot.

Those rubbish Celestial Dragons who were treated as waste will definitely not be able to withstand the burning of their souls.

By then, Dick will have a lot of resources and operations at his disposal.

Not to mention, Dick really wanted to try the feeling of roasting a celestial dragon.

But thinking about what cards the Celestial Dragons had in their hands and what kind of devil fruits they had, Dick decided to play it safe first.

It would be bad if there was a devil fruit that targeted souls.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to show you a good show. Go and tell the guards that no matter what noise they hear, they should not come in," said Dick.

"Remember, no sound can enter. Otherwise, you will die."

The king was a little puzzled, but he still went out to give the orders obediently.

A few minutes later the king returned again.

The actors are all here.

Dick snapped his fingers.

In an instant, flames appeared on everyone except the king, the prince, and the chancellor of finance.

The fire of the soul burns wantonly.

The shrill screams were earth-shaking and towering into the clouds.

The guards looked at the depths of the palace in panic and wanted to go in to check the situation many times, but they remembered the king's order and dared not go in.

The pale flame burned quietly, burning on dead objects without any killing power.

But for living things, it is a fatal danger.

Several people rolled back and forth, banging their heads against the wall from time to time, trying to pass out, but to no avail.

Blood was flowing from the mouth. Someone had bitten off his tongue accidentally because he was screaming in pain.

Some people cannot bear it and want to commit suicide, but the severe pain has completely taken away control of their bodies.

The sword was no longer stable. He could only bear it helplessly.

The extreme pain and tragic appearance have a huge impact on people.

Death is a kind of happiness.

"Ka." The prince pulled it over directly.

The king and the finance minister also closed their eyes and fell to the ground, almost fainting from fright.

Ten minutes later, the soul fire was extinguished and the palace returned to peace.

"Cough, cough," Dick coughed a few times.

The king and the chancellor of the exchequer hurriedly crawled to Dick's side, knocking their heads against his boots, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Terrible, terrifying.

They had lived a life of luxury and had never seen such a scene before.

Dick moved his foot away in disgust.

"The show is over. Was it good?"

"It looks good." The king and the other man could only nod.

"I know you are dissatisfied and are cursing me in your hearts."

"No, no, no, we are very convinced. Very convinced." The Chancellor of Finance shook his head repeatedly.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, no one can break my ban. You can ask someone to take a look." Dick said nonchalantly, "But I have to remind you that after the World Government and the Celestial Dragons know about this, will they let you continue to be the king and the finance minister?"

"Of course, the World Government will not interfere in the internal affairs of member states," King Tulua III said subconsciously.

Dick smiled.

"You have seen my control. Let's not talk about whether it can be released. Even if it is released, how can the Celestial Dragons believe that you are no longer under control?"

The king turned even paler.

"Or to put it another way, what guarantees can you make that the Celestial Dragons will do everything they can to help you break free from their control, rather than simply replacing you with someone else, such as your relative, as the king?"

"No, no way? I am the king." The king muttered to himself.

Dick smiled.

I don't know whether I am laughing at the king's naivety or stupidity.

"Then I might as well put it more clearly," Dick said with a gentler smile.

"How many people do you think don't want to be the king? If the nobles of the Kingdom of Goa knew that you were controlled by someone, would they try their best to save you, or would they find a way to abandon you and ascend the throne themselves?"

"After all, is a king who is controlled by others still qualified to be a king? Can they accept a controlled finance minister?" "Your Majesty, do you really hope that your throne will be inherited by your relatives instead of your son?"

The king felt very disappointed.

I wanted to object, but I couldn't say it. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

Dick laughed. Now, they dared not reveal the secret that they were being controlled.

In fact, Dick was not afraid even if it was leaked.

At worst, I can just leave the Kingdom of Goa.

"Master, I am your most loyal servant."

The King, the Minister of Finance's voice, was obviously much more sincere.

"Very good, it's good to know your place," Dick clapped his hands.

"But don't call me Master, just call me Sir."

Master, Dick is not used to hearing this.

"Yes, yes, sir."

Then it’s harvest time.

First, we come to the treasury.

Well, there is a lot of money and a lot of gold, silver and treasures.

According to conservative estimates, there are tens of billions of Pele, and tens of billions of Pele is normal.

After all, the Kingdom of Goa is a famous wealthy country in the East China Sea, and can also represent other countries in the World Conference.

The country's national strength is among the best among the more than 170 member states.

But there are no treasures like devil fruits.

"Master, this is the big sword collected by the Kingdom of Goa, Zhenheng." The king introduced respectfully.

Zhenheng, one of the 21 great swords, is extremely sharp.

Unfortunately, in the Kingdom of Goa, it can only lie in the national treasury and gather dust.

In addition, Dick also found a good sharp knife.

"Not bad," Dick tapped Zhenheng and infused him with domineering aura.

A big, sharp sword must be a little special.

Dick instantly felt the difference between the big sword and ordinary swords.

One is sharp.

The other is that it can contain more domineering power, allowing the swordsman to exert greater strength.

"Not bad, not bad." Dick nodded.

Zhenheng can use it as his own weapon, and as for the other sharp sword, it can be given to Kuina as a gift.

As for Sauron?

Just give something else.

Didn’t you hear what Hawkeye said? All knives can be trained into black knives.

Only those who can transform an ordinary sword into a black sword are called masters.

Dick then took out more than 30 billion Baileys in cash as pocket money.

Not much, just the price of two red-haired people’s heads now.

The king and the finance minister twitched their lips at his magnanimous and generous look.

"By the way, I took away 30 billion Baileys, how are you going to make it up to me?" Dick was curious.

"Increase taxes," the king said as a matter of course.

Needless to say, it will definitely be imposed on ordinary people.

"Then let me make one thing clear in advance: we cannot raise taxes on the people," Dick said with a smile.

"Well, well..." The Finance Minister wiped his sweat.

If taxes are not added to the common people and there is garbage at the terminal of uncertain goods, where does the money come from?
Noble sir?

"Aren't there those noble bureaucrats? Check a few of them," Dick yawned. "Let me do the math. If a noble is worth 1 million Baileys, you only need to check 30 of them."

"If there are wealthy bureaucrats with a net worth of more than 10 billion Baileys, only three companies are needed to make up for it. It's simple, right?"

"Suffer the nobles, and you will bear the blame."

(End of this chapter)