The Extra Wants Control

Chapter 151: here's what we do 2

Night after night, Neveah would move across the land, sowing discord wherever he went. He lied, subbotaged and exploited every fear, hatred, greed, lust and insecurities the commoners had. Sowing discord, doubt and suspicion between commoners themselves and even between commoners and their leaders...

A house divided could not stand. And when the commoners finally turned on each other, he would be there claiming the spoils.

Like that a month had passed and Neveah was moving around making trouble... he was finally done with the Commoners who took a long time to persuade because they were fearful, weak and cowarldly... but he was done with a majority of them...

He was also working on the nobles as well... But since some of them were easier to manipulate because of their greed, arrogance and pride, Neveah didn't focus much on them...

The last time he was with the nobles was a month ago when he went back to the nobles who were recently defeated and ran from the commoners...

Neveah walked in the crowd listening to conversations looking for 'easy' prey.

Everywhere he walked people spoke and complained about the "cowardly tactics" used by the commoners, how they had of "unfair advantages" gained through trickery. Some even talked about how it was a set up by other noble alliances to destroy them. This was something that finally made Neveah stop.

" They still won't accept that commoners made them run but it looks like I found my targets." Thought Neveah.

"This is unacceptable! We, the rightful rulers, humiliated by a bunch of commoners... We can't let this spread else our image!" Someone shouted from another group as Neveah walked closer to his targets.

Still, people who heard him agreed... Nodding and saying yes...

"We need to retaliate!" another voice shouted he was also from a different group but he shouted that the first shouter heard him and said, " Yeah! We MUST show them the might of the nobility!"

Many agreed and the two shouters walked to each other gave each other side hugs and as if they agreed to something they turned to the crowd and raised their hands making the crowd cheer for some reason.

Neveah just walked towards his targets but he kept eavesdropping on people's conversations...

"Mom, what happened? Did you get the tokens back?" A small boy asked.

The woman exhausted, she was one of the people who 'survived' Westley City's expedition. "Not now, Ricky. I'm tired, let mommy rest."

Elsewhere a person saw someone and asked..."Lord Shamah, why are you back so early?" She asked but wasn't answered.

"What happened?" she asked another noble with concern.

"Nothing now, leave me be," Shamah shouted from where he was and the person who was asked just shook his head.

"Why is he so moody?" a nerdy noble asked pushing back his spectacles.

"I heard… they lost,"

"Really? To commoners? They are making us look bad," said the nerdy guy..

" Why are you bringing this back up again... We already talked through it so LEAVE IT BE!" Someone yelled.

Discontent rose amongst the crowd.

" I just want to know what happened?" The nerd pouted.

"Didn't you hear?" one young man pulled him close...

"They have a whole bunch of eight-star fighters on their side, even a freaking nine-star!"

Another person a girl scoffed dismissively as if she had heard the biggest load of shit in her life. "What are you talking about? Commoners reaching eight-star, let alone nine? That's impossible."

"Yeah," nerd answered.

"We all know the rank cap for commoners is six-star. Some reach seven, but nine? You're pulling our leg." He explained raising his glasses.

"Have you considered the possibility of… half-bloods?" Another more matured girl countered as if she couldn't stand being close to these idiots.

"Those children sired by some of our noble fathers with commoner women and then 'conveniently' forgotten?"she explained.

" They were not forgotten, they were not acknowledged so they were ignored." A woman added as she walked closer to the children.

"Alright, alright. My bad." said nerd.

"But even with half-bloods, I still can't believe we, noble vampires, ran away from a bunch of filthy commoners!" Said another dude.

"YEAH!" A murmur of agreement from the group.

They felt ashamed.

"And that's not all," the adult woman continued.

"Apparently, the remaining nobles after Viscount Ronald's… unfortunate demise, were imprisoned by the commoners?" She said.

"WHAT!" The children were shocked.

"That's unacceptable!" a young woman practically roared in fury.

"They've gone too far! We need to eradicate them all! Eradicate this impudence!" She said.

A wave of anger and bloodlust surged through the children as the adult woman and the slightly matured girl sighed as they shook their heads.

Finally Neveah got to his destination.

"Isn't this a golden opportunity?" Neveah leaned in closer to the conspiratory man.

"These commoners taking out the Viscount… less competition, you see?" He said.

"Indeed," he murmured as something dawned on him.

"The playing field has shifted quite dramatically." He smiled and turned around to see who it was he was talking to.

He saw the now disguised Neveah who looked a lot like Ronald but with hair, he raised an eyebrow and said,

"Forgive me... but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before. Who might you be?"

Neveah smiled.. "I'm Ronald's son." He said.

A gasp was heard from rhe other Nobles... "Viscount Ronald's son? But… we weren't aware he had a son…"

"He was a very very private man," Neveah said.

"But that's all water under the bridge now. The real question is… what happens next?" He said.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

"First of all my condolences for your loss," the first noble finally said.

"Loss?" Neveah chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.

" Honestly it's not that deep. You all know how this game is played. But enough talk of the past. The future is ripe for the taking." He said.

"And you,you propose we… take advantage of the situation?" the second noble asked.

"Exactly. Fewer nobles mean more opportunities. More tokens, higher seats. Why settle for being a city lord when you can be a Baron, or even a Viscount?" Neveah said.

A slow smile spread across the group of nobles face. Greed flashed in their eyes.

"You make a compelling argument," the first guy said.

"I know... but we can't be reckless. A calculated and carefully thought out plan and approach is necessary, one that leaves no trace back to us at least." Said Neveah.

"Calculated? You underestimate me. I may be young, but I assure you, subtlety is my middle name." Said the first noble.

" So am I." Smiled Neveah.

"Somehow, I doubt Ronald's child is smart and this cunning." Someone said but he was ignored.

Neveah's smile remained unchanged. "The child doesn't have to live like the father," he said.

"Okay here's what we do..."