“What would we do if they had that strange red liquid?” Theodore asked with a little fear and caution.

The atmosphere in the hall became heavy

A middle-aged man adjusted his glasses and said, looking at Theodore. “If any enemies possessing Plasmad are present within the city, the loss of lives and property is something that cannot be avoided.”

“Macron, do you have any plan to remedy the situation?” George asked

Macron shook his head. “We cannot move without knowing their number and whether they possess the Plasmad.”

Macron looked at the old man who submitted the report. “Mr. Walter, can you get this information.”

Old Walter shook his head helplessly. “Every time we monitor their movements or find a trace of one of their members, they suddenly disappear as if they had evaporated.”

“The situation is difficult in this case.” Macron sighed and looked at the table in front of him

“Grrr…” A muscular man let out a growl-like sound and slammed the table furiously. "Isn't it clear that the southern Bismarck region is collaborating with these scoundrels?"

"There's no evidence of that, Ivar." Macron's response to the muscle man

“Everyone knows that the militias in southern Bismarck region are corrupt to the core.” Ivar shouted

No one answered him

Ivar was right

The city governors and militias in the southern region were corrupt, and it is not unlikely that some of them cooperated with the Bloody Crescent Organization.

“We must enter the southern region in order to prevent this farce.”

“Ivar...” George interrupted quickly. “We can't do that, because all we will get is more victims.”

“Your Majesty...do you want to let them get away with this?”

Macron explained the situation. “Under normal circumstances, we would have imposed economic sanctions or threatened them militarily. But the presence of the Bloody Crescent Organization within the empire has changed everything, because they will cause major disturbances if we get involved in an external conflict. What will we do if the Bloody Crescent attacks the northern regions and our forces are fighting militias in the southern region?,”

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Macron paused for a moment, and when Ivar did not answer him, he continued speaking. "Suppose that the southern region was not cooperating with the Bloody Crescent. If we declared war on them, then we would push them to cooperate with the Bloody Crescent in order to survive."

Ivar gritted his teeth and did not seem convinced by this. Seconds later, he placed a small box on the table and began eating the cupcakes in it

The ferocious expression on Ivar's face completely disappeared and was replaced by a smile resembling that of an innocent child

“...” Everyone looked at Ivar strangely

They knew that Ivar loved food, but they did not expect that some pancakes would change his mood like this

“Hehe, this bear meat is so delicious...” Ivar whispered, closing his eyes

"...." Are there bear meat flavored cakes?

They looked at the box of sweets to find that they were orange-flavored. But the thing that caught their attention was the branding on the box

Ford sweets

Everyone turned their attention to Theodore

Theodore looked around in confusion and shook his head to deny his involvement in this matter

But who is so bold as to use the Ford family name to market their pastries?

Ivar was crushing pieces of cake between his jaws and said, pointing his finger at Theodor. “Your son knows how to make pastries.”

“My son?...” Theodore was surprised for a moment

"I'm talking about Alexander. He is a friend of my youngest son. He sent these sweets and told me that Alexander decided to start a project to make sweets."

"..." Theodore did not respond directly

“Take some…” Ivar grabbed the box of sweets and placed it in front of Macron

Macron raised his hand and apologized. “I'm not a fan of wild animal meat.”

"Oh come on, don't be like that." Ivar grabbed a piece of cake and quickly put it into Macron's mouth

Macron resisted, But after part of the cake entered his mouth, a slight surprise appeared in his eyes

Macron stopped resisting and started chewing the cake

After several seconds, Macron finished the cake, and there was an incomprehensible expression on his face

After his initial surprise came out he whispered. “Why does this cake taste like the chicken soup my grandmother used to make?”

"...." Are these sweets flavored with bear meat or chicken soup?

Isn't there a natural taste like orange or strawberry?

“Eat it and try its taste.”

Old Walter grabbed a piece of cake, took a bite, and said in shock. “It tastes like the steak my uncle used to make.”

The attendees quickly started taking the cake and eating it

“It tastes like my favorite coffee.”

"That's weird...it sure looks like the hamburger I like."

“No, no. This cake looks like the beef ribs I used to eat.”

Everyone started saying the taste they got from eating these sweets

There was a strange atmosphere inside the meeting room

They were confused about what to do about the movements of the Bloody Crescent Organization, but now what is puzzling them is what the real taste of these sweets is.

Every person feels a taste that is different from others, and the strangest thing is that this taste is similar to the thing that the person likes to eat the most

"...." Hey guys, did you forget that you have a more important topic to discuss... George looked at his aides and ministers who were arguing about sweets.

But the person who was most disturbed in the place was Frederic

Frederic had a bad feeling as soon as he heard that Alexander was the one who made these sweets

He didn't care much at first, but after everyone started eating it and exclaiming the taste they felt, Frederic realized something was wrong.

Everyone tastes something different from others

These were definitely no ordinary sweets

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Alexander, Vinny, and Sylvia walked out of the academy council hall

Alexander stood in front of a nearby window and stared at the sky, seeming to be struggling to think of something

He took a deep breath and held his breath for a long time

After his face turned blue, Vinny, who was standing behind him, grabbed his shoulder. “If you want to say something, say it now because you will explode if you hold it for too long.”

Alexander looked at Vinny and said quickly. "Double workers' wages."

“What...do you know how much we'll have to pay them? The wages are already high...” Vinny tried to dissuade him from doing so

Alexander put his hands on his ear and screamed in pain. “No, stop it. Do you know how much pain I went through when I made that decision?”

Alexander's face became miserable and he said sadly. “But men must sometimes make difficult decisions in the face of exceptional situations.”

“Boss…” Vinny looked at him emotionally and there was clear appreciation in her eyes

“...” Sylvia stared at this drama happening in front of her with blank eyes

"So...what's the plan?" Vinny made the decision to follow Alexander's orders to the end.

“We need to drag as many students as possible into the swamp with us. That's the plan.”

"..." This doesn't sound like a plan to me.