I was trying to survive in the community, but I was pulled into the management group

The old man was very happy.

"She has always been like this, focusing on work and not understanding life..."

Perly stood up immediately, threw Typhon's chair aside, and walked towards the banquet hall alone.

Typhon finally breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxed, and he almost fell down.

"Emperor, please slow down."

A humanoid creature who seemed to be of the same race as Typhon walked in from the door, helped Typhon's body, and lifted it onto the chair.

"Go and deliver my bottles of black pearls to them, and tell them that I am not feeling well and cannot attend the banquet..."

"Yes, Great Emperor."

The lieutenant who was loyal to Typhon quickly left and went to Typhon's cellar to take out the few remaining bottles of good wine to reward their former mortal enemy.

This lieutenant was the only one who was still with Typhon. He had been with Typhon since the first ship-seizing uprising and had not left until Typhon's fall.

He had worshipped Typhon to the point of almost believing in him. No matter what order Typhon gave, he would execute it without hesitation, even if it meant going to his death.

"I wonder if old Typhon will come this time. After all, he attended the banquet last time with a shameless face..."

"If he doesn't come, we two brothers have a good time drinking. If he comes, he can just have fun. It doesn't matter!"

Just at this time, the adjutant walked into the banquet hall carrying the cellar. Its rough rusted armor looked very inconsistent with the luxurious decorations around it.

"Emperor Typhon is not feeling well today and cannot attend the banquet. He specially sent me to inform you two that this is the cellar that the emperor is treating you two. Please enjoy it slowly."

Perly looked at the adjutant and felt a little interesting.

"What's your name? Mu..."

"Mulu."

"Ah, yes, I remember you are now a private first-class scout?"

"Yes."

Mulu's answer was neither humble nor arrogant. He put his hands on both sides of his body and behaved like an ordinary soldier.

"Your ship... No, Emperor Typhon, didn't you get a promotion or something?"

"No, the Emperor respects everyone's joint decision, and I also agree with the Emperor's decision."

"Okay, we need someone like you now. Starting tomorrow, you will work with me and be my administrator."

"Yes."

Mulu still had no expression and turned to leave the banquet hall.

"If you poach people like this, be careful that old Typhon will die for you one day and hang himself at the door of your office..."

Zauli crushed the bottleneck of a bottle of cellared craft beer with his bare hands, poured the wine mixed with glass shards into his throat, and then spit out a ball of dark flame.

"Let him die, I have a lot of people who die under my hands every day, it doesn't matter if it dies, I will let that Mu thing be the captain."

"You are boring enough."

Just when the two were chatting, Typhon, lying on the captain's chair, looked at the surveillance in the banquet hall, clenched his claws, and roared unwillingly.

But because it was really weak, the roar sounded a bit like a painful murmur.

A figure hidden in the shadows quietly emerged, but the old Typhon didn't notice it at all.

It still looked at its former enemy angrily, but the flame of revenge in its heart was gradually fading.

"Damn it, I'm old... I think about these useless things all day long. It's not bad to be alive, and there is a pure gold wine glass..."

Typhon sighed, turned off the surveillance, picked up the heavy pure gold wine glass, and poured a mouthful of strong liquor into his mouth.

"Uh cough cough cough..."

The old Typhon was choked by the strong liquor, and he relaxed his arms helplessly, letting the wine glass roll down.

"The 'Utuk Sun' when I was young is also different from the taste now..."

"Swish!"

A sharp blade pierced through the back of the chair, completely crushing the old Typhon's heart, and a large amount of black blood gushed out of its body and flowed to the surroundings.

Feeling the approach of death, Typhon did not struggle. It had been waiting for its angel of death for too long.

"Glory... belongs to Typhon the Great..."

Before his vision was shrouded in darkness, Typhon seemed to see himself swinging a battle axe and slashing at the two drunk guys.

With one axe, blood splattered.

"Kill..."

It lost all its strength and died before it could finish its last words.

The one who killed Typhon was Cheng Xu who was hiding here. According to the information he collected, this was the easiest target to achieve.

After Typhon's death, the whole ship was silent.

No one cared about his life or death, and no alarm sounded.

Cheng Xu quickly locked the door of the control room, grew plant tentacles, and quickly devoured its body, turning it into his own food.

While dealing with the body, Cheng Xu took out the mechanical watch and stuck it on the control console in the control room.

A few seconds later, he received a reply from Qi Ling.

"It seems that as I guessed, this control console is fake, a trick to deceive Typhon. I guess the real control system is with Archon Perri."

"Continue later, someone is coming."

Cheng Xu sensed the movement outside the door and quietly sneaked into the reflective surface to identify the other party's identity.

The visitor was Typhon's only loyal adjutant. He came this time for no reason, just to say hello to the emperor in his mind.

"Emperor, have you rested?"

There was no response from inside the door.

It hesitated a little, because the emperor was already old and looked like an old child. If someone talked to him, he would grumble a few words even if he didn't like it.

"I am Mulu, and I have brought you the latest news from the front line!"

There was still no movement inside the door.

Feeling something strange, Mulu quickly approached the door and tried to open the bolt, but the bolt was completely locked and didn't move at all.

"Clang! Boom!"

Mulu, anxious in his heart, pulled out his weapon and chopped into the heavy door panel.

The unique cold weapon belonging to their tribe looked like an extended axe, but the blade had hook teeth, and once it cut into the enemy's body, it was difficult to pull out.

In an era of rapid technological development, this weapon has gradually evolved into a ceremonial item, and only very traditional tribal members will choose to wear it.

So, the somewhat crudely made weapon successfully got stuck in the metal plate, and it also caused an alarm.

"Emperor, please wait a moment! I'll be in right away!"

Just as Mulu was about to open the passage further, a shadow appeared from behind it, and the dagger slashed down like a gust of wind!

"Ding!"

The battle-hardened Mulu had excellent fighting instincts. The moment Cheng Xu drew his knife, it sensed the enemy's killing intent.

Having lost its weapon, it decisively chose to resist with its heavy armor, and in an instant relied on its instinct to take the least hit posture...

The sharp blade slashed through, leaving a hideous crack on its armor, but it did not hurt its flesh at all!