As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 510: The Territory as Dowry

Doujin Artist: Pfft, hahahaha! I’m dying laughing, I really... stronger than the Chitauri, this is too real!

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Mr. Deadpool, I truly sympathize with you. But I still can’t help but laugh!

Lazy Kitten: It just goes to show, those old fogeys on the Security Council really get it, they’ve seen the future. Compared to invading aliens, Deadpool is definitely scarier!

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Oh, damn it! You guys are too much, really too much! Uncle’s already suffering terrible torture, and you’re all here making sarcastic remarks? Have you no empathy, you jerks!

Curly-haired Guy: What the hell are you talking about, why would I empathize with an idiot?

Shark-Faced Guy: So, Mr. Deadpool can’t participate in the fight against the Chitauri?

Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Damn it, that’s impossible! Even if I have to break out of prison, Uncle will rush out! My lifelong dream is to plant strawberries all over Thanos’s big bald head!

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: ?

Machete Girl: That dream of yours is something else.

Pretty Boy from Skull Island: You can plant strawberries on Thanos’s head? Really?

Doujin Artist: Of course not, that’s clearly just him talking nonsense. Don’t be so naive, Rati-san.

As the message was sent, Eriri pushed open the door and walked into the lord’s manor in the southeastern province.

The lady lord, Jessica, sat regally at the main seat. Today, she had changed into a more formal outfit, wearing a bright silver armor. On the chest of the armor was an emblem of a winged lion, the totem of their family.

Below the lady lord’s throne, Ashley, in a long red dress, was arguing with a portly middle-aged man opposite her. The middle-aged man looked furious, his face burning with anger.

"A crime, this is a heinous crime! Our Tista family’s heir was murdered like a hog at the street corner! This is a provocation to the entire noble house of honor..."

Pfft.

Before he could finish speaking, a sliver of silver sword light flashed.

The portly middle-aged man froze in place, staring blankly at his right arm, which had been severed at the joint. Crimson blood gushed out.

Clang.

Eriri sheathed her sword and slowly stepped forward. "I think this is what you call a provocation."

Aaaah!

The portly middle-aged man let out a pig-like scream, clutching his arm and writhing. "Damn you, you damn you! Kill him, quickly kill him!"

He was clearly shouting at the surrounding guards, but they remained indifferent, standing as if petrified.

What’s going on?

At this moment, the portly middle-aged man finally sensed something was wrong. He looked around, his gaze finally settling on Jessica on the throne. This lady lord, who had always treated him with respect, now wore a smile that he had never seen before.

Conspiracy, a trap!

As the head of the Tista family, Platt finally understood. The person who killed his son was actually authorized by the lord! They had colluded long ago!

Thump.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and Platt knelt down. "Forgive me, please forgive me! I know I was wrong. For our family’s 200 years of loyalty to the territory, please spare me!"

He didn’t dare to question why, nor did he dare to express any anger or complaints. All Platt wanted now was to survive; he didn’t want to die.

Jessica maintained her knowing smile and drew a letter from behind her, tossing it at Platt’s feet.

Thud.

Upon seeing the letter, Platt’s pupils contracted, and his entire face turned pale with fear.

"Colluding with the Holy Inquisition over 200 years ago, is this what you call loyalty?" Jessica asked calmly, slowly rising from her throne. "Your Tista family is truly loyal, aren’t they."

"You, you knew all along..." After a long silence, Platt finally spoke again.

"Yes, I knew from the day I took the throne," Jessica nodded. "But back then, I still needed you. I even thought that without the support of nobles like you, the territory would fall into chaos. But now, I understand."

As she spoke, Jessica slowly drew the long sword from her waist.

Slash.

Blood sprayed, and a head fell.

Jessica took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from her sword and said softly, "You dirty pigs are the real source of chaos."

After a long silence, Eriri asked, "So, you’re using me as a tool for purification?"

No wonder this lady lord wanted her to walk around in South Street more. She probably expected that damned noble’s son to try and abduct a civilian girl in broad daylight. Then, when she dealt with the noble young master, his father would definitely come here to seek justice for his son.

The lady lord waited patiently, seizing the opportunity to round up these scoundrels.

And she, Eriri, was just a perfect tool caught in the middle. Everyone happy... my foot!

Although she also detested these decadent scum nobles, she equally disliked being used. This made her very unhappy, extremely unhappy.

"I apologize, Mr. Grim Reaper." Jessica unexpectedly knelt on one knee, offering her long sword with both hands. "I believe this was the most reliable way to quickly deal with Platt. If it caused you any trouble, I am willing to offer this sword!"

Before Eriri could reply, Ashley blurted out, "Cousin, are you crazy? This Sword of Lagni is the symbol of your family, and you’re giving it away? Don’t tell me you..."

As if finally understanding something, Ashley’s eyes widened.

"Of course, this is my willing offering," Jessica nodded sincerely.

"Oh, damn it! This is incredible!" Ashley covered her forehead, her expression complicated.

She finally understood; her cousin wasn’t just offering a sword. It was a proposal. Not only that, but she was also preparing to offer her entire territory as a dowry.

Ashley’s feelings about this were naturally complex. No woman would willingly share her lover. But she also knew that if it was accepted, Jessica would provide great help to the Grim Reaper.

So, even though she felt a pang of jealousy... Ashley still hoped that her Grim Reaper would accept the offer.

These two women were speaking in riddles again?!

Although Eriri didn’t understand the hidden meaning in their conversation, she instinctively felt a sense of caution. This alertness prevented her from accepting Jessica’s sword, and she simply warned verbally, "If something like this happens again in the future, tell me in advance!"

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