"Mu Lun, do you think the decapitation operation is worth attempting?"
This is what is meant by a trusted minister.
The Grand Steward, who was assigned during the crisis, had just returned from a trip when the Lord summoned him to discuss important matters.
There's no other way.
The rest of the people are too incompetent, struggling even with the simple task of conscription.
Not like Mu Lun.
Successful immediately.
"General, are you referring to decapitating Wei Yi?"
The Lord shook his head, squinting his eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "Wei Yi, this traitor, is just a pawn. If we take him down, someone else like Batulu can easily be put in his place."
Mu Lun caught the hint, "Then, General, you're referring to..."
The Lord looked at him, seemingly haven't rested well recently, bloodshot eyes, gaze inscrutable.
"I'm referring to Karuzi."
Mu Lun was distracted, then his expression changed drastically. After a while, he said, "The risk is too great."
