The Legendary Pseudo-villain - Chapter 189

“This is why the rebellion is necessary,” Hecathe spoke with a sigh, “The damned three willows were the first ones to go against me. Their greed is never-ending and I plan to make their greed eat them alive.”

Such arrogant words… Only Hecathe would dare to say them so openly.

“We can’t let them win!” One of the generals exclaimed as he stood up from his seat, “We can’t let them make a joke out of us. Going against our captain is like going against us.”

Another general stood up and nodded his head as he agreed with the man, “That’s right. If this goes on, we will no longer have any value left. We can’t let them look down on us like this.”

More Generals chimed in and surprisingly enough, all the generals agreed to join Hecathe’s plan.

As soon as the heat got to their heads, the hesitation had completely disappeared and they were now being led by their hatred and anger.

“Tch- you really have them all wrapped around your fingers, don’t you?” The Dorgon clicked his tongue as he commented in a volume that was barely above a whisper.

“It’s not me, it’s Alphius who controls them,” Hecathe smiled as he responded in a whisper.

At the end of the day, Hecathe was well aware of the fact that this army did not belong to him. It belonged to Alphius who had lent it to Hecathe for some time.

“Captain, just give us the orders. What do we have to do?” One of the Generals enthusiastically spoke up.

“Right now, keep yourselves safe,” Hecathe spoke as he responded, “Stand back, do everything silently, and don’t attract attention. We need to increase our strength and in case of a full-fledged war, we need to be prepared.”

“We already have the men and the power as well,” One of the generals spoke up confidently.

“We do but we can’t be too arrogant about it,” Hecathe nodded his head and added with a short sigh, “We can never know the forces on their side. We aren’t going to be just fighting the three willows. We would also be fighting their army.”

“Captain, you’re overestimating them,” One of the generals spoke up with a scoff, “How can their army compare to ours?”

Hecathe smiled thinly as he heard this and his eyes narrowed down on the general that had said this, “General, it seems that you are the one underestimating our enemy. There is one rule that I have always abided by and I hope you can follow it as well. Respect your enemies. It doesn’t matter who they are, you need to give it your all and treat them all equally.”

The General immediately shut his mouth as he heard this and looked down at the ground apologetically since he was indirectly scolded by his leader.

“Captain, I have a question,” It was Xanie who spoke up.

“What’s the question?” Hecathe immediately turned to look at the girl as he asked rather politely.

“What is our strength?”

“Eh?” Hecathe tilted his head in confusion as he found the question a bit hard to understand.

“You are confident that we would win ’cause if you were not then you wouldn’t dare to rage a war against them,” Xanie sighed as she spoke up and explained, “So I want to ask you, Are we the only reason behind your confidence or is there something else that is making you so sure?”

Hecathe gulped as he heard this and although he was a bit taken aback to hear this question, he didn’t let it show on his face.

As expected, Xanie had managed to catch onto something, but Hecathe couldn’t be completely honest with her.

“You’re right. There is naturally another reason behind my confidence, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to reveal it this soon,” Hecathe spoke with a thin smile.

Xanie nodded her head in understanding as she heard this.

“I have another question,” The girl spoke up and Hecathe didn’t know if he was supposed to laugh or cry as he heard this.

This girl was filled with too many troublesome questions!!

“It is not related to the rebellion,” The girl spoke and Hecathe sighed in relief as he heard this.

“What is it?”

“Who did you get married to?”

“…” Hecathe blinked and repeated the question in his mind as he tried to make sure whether he had heard it right or not, “Excuse me…?”

“You have a child that you claim to be your son and you have a wedding ring on your finger,” Xanie pointed out with a rather calm and dead expression as she questioned, “So who is it?”

Hecathe almost choked on empty air as he heard this and coughed as he looked down at the Dorgon that had created a huge misunderstanding.

Hecathe then glanced down at his fingers and saw the wedding finger that the girl had noticed.

“This…?” Hecathe lifted his hand as he showed the ring and explained with a chuckle, “It was just a gift from an old lady.”

To be more exact, it was a wedding ring that an old lady had given to Hecathe for safekeeping since her son kept trying to gamble it off, however, Hecathe was naturally not going to go into detail about that.

“I see… So you are interested in older woman,” Xanie nodded her head in understanding as she commented and Hecathe had a feeling that he had created a bigger misunderstanding.

With an awkward chuckle, Hecathe patted the Dorgon’s head as he spoke, “And this is a child that I adopted.”

Xanie, “How old is he?”

Hecathe opened his mouth to say exactly how old the Dorgon was but stopped immediately as he realized that he was just about to make a mistake.

The Dorgon was just a few months old but if Hecathe were to say that, he would then need to explain how the child looked at least four years old.

“I… Don’t exactly know,” Hecathe chuckled awkwardly as he spoke, “He doesn’t remember and it’s only been a few months since I have started raising him so I’m not quite sure.”

“…” The Dorgon frowned as he heard this and glared at Hecathe without saying anything.

Thankfully enough, one of the generals brought the discussion back on topic and they talked about the rebellion for another thirty minutes or so.

Hecathe said nothing about the plan that he had created with Marvin and LeiLei nor did he say anything about the Mutant army that he was gathering.

By the end of the discussion, all the generals looked to be fired up and it almost seemed as if they were ready to storm out of the inn and start a war at any given moment.

Hecathe was also left a little tired after talking so much and thankfully enough, it seemed that Xanie had already prepared a room for him to rest.

The generals left Hecathe alone to rest and in order to avoid suspicion, Xanie also limited her interaction with Hecathe.

As soon as Hecathe was left alone with the Dorgon, he glared at the little boy and questioned, “Why did you go out?”

The little boy transformed back into his Dorgon self and returned the cloak to Hecathe.

“I just felt a little hungry after working so much,” The Dorgon spoke with a bit of guilt.

“What work?” Hecathe clicked his tongue as he folded his arms.

“Didn’t you tell me to create a way for the mutants to come in?” The Dorgon asked with a frown, “I just simply did as you asked.”

Hecathe’s eyes widened slightly as he heard this and he asked with great interest, “You did it?”

The Dorgon nodded his head proudly as he spoke, “Didn’t I tell you to leave it up to me? Of course, I did it.”

To say that Hecathe was surprised would be an understatement.

“How did you do it?”

The Dorgon closed his eyes and confidently spoke, “I dug a rabbit hole.”

“…”

“It is big enough for the mutants to climb through and deep enough to not be affected by the barrier.”

Hecathe blinked as he heard this and said nothing.

He was surprised and delighted to know that the Dorgon was able to complete the job but now that he heard this, he was no longer sure if the so-called rabbit hole would be reliable enough.

“Are you doubting my work right now?” The Dorgon questioned as his eyes narrowed down on Hecathe.

“Can you blame me for doubting?” Hecathe questioned back without missing a beat.

The Dorgon coughed as he heard this and reassured, “Don’t worry, It would work. If it fails, you can just blame it on me and I’ll take responsibility for the damage caused.”

“That’s already a given,” Hecathe sighed as he responded.

“But Master, Do you think everything is going to go as planned?” The Dorgon asked as he innocently tilted his head.

“It doesn’t matter even if it does not,” Hecathe shrugged his shoulders as he casually replied, “Because no matter what, my goal would still be achieved.”