Chapter 269: Chapter 196: Leave It to Me
Blood Vulture: "When will your people finally set out towards the Empire’s territory?"
Lin Lan stared at the words popping up in the team channel, his expression somewhat helpless.
Lately, this aloof Imperial Duke seemed to be agitated by something unknown, contacting him through the Empire’s Holy Artifact (Super Dream gaming console) every few days. If the reply was slow, he would get angry.
Seagull: "Stop rushing us, we only have one ship here..."
Shipbuilding takes time, and under the premise of having a hostile relationship with the Alliance’s White Oak Main Island, Lin Lan naturally wouldn’t casually send out his only ship, the New Hope.
Blood Vulture: "Seagull, we are running out of time."
Blood Vulture: "I’ve always been hiding the connection between the Empire’s new city and Ark Island from the Civil Servant Group. Just the day before, the enterprises they control have already developed a new drug capable of carrying more information, through the Abyss and Celestial Calamity. Once they taste the success in this area, Ark’s new information transmitting technology will face insurmountable obstacles within the Empire."
Family... enterprises...
Lin Lan squinted slightly, noting the use of the word ’hide’ when mentioning the Civil Servant Group by the dignified Imperial Duke.
It seems now that the Empire isn’t clean either, with the aristocratic families like the dark clouds over the northern world, having swallowed the Black Emperor’s legacy, starting to nibble away at this vast country.
Luckily, the new Empire isn’t entirely rotten. At least there are still a few good friends in the game channel holding onto the old Empire’s last glory, allowing Lin Lan to take his chances.
Blood Vulture: "Seagull, you’re a clever guy, you should be able to understand what I’m saying. If you’re willing to trust this old man, I’ll do my best to send reliable personnel over to pick up your technicians."
Lin Lan’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.
Given that the other party has made a request, it indicates that Blood Vulture will attach greater importance to Ark’s technology and talents, advancing the exchanges between the two countries.
Seagull: "Of course I trust you, we’ll agree on that!"
Seagull: "Blood Vulture, if you also trust me, I believe Ark and the Empire’s relationship will gradually proceed onto the right path."
Seagull: "What do you think? Frost Falcon? Raven?"
Blood Vulture: "???"
Blood Vulture: "Wait a minute, when did you pull these other two irrelevant idiots into private chat? This is clearly a private matter between you and me! Seagull! How dare you deceive me!"
Frost Falcon: "Irrelevant idiots? How do I remember it was me and Seagull who established the relations between Ark and the Empire?"
Blood Vulture: "Hmph!"
Raven: "Eh? How strange, talking about trust and deceit, how did the esteemed Blood Vulture Duke become a simple little girl?"
Blood Vulture: "Raven! You (Empire’s curse), I should have dealt with you (even more vulgar Empire’s curse)!"
Raven: "Alright, alright, I haven’t taught you a lesson using the Holy Artifact these years, is this cowardly old turtle in the new city becoming arrogant?"
Following this, the parties began passionately flinging weightless garbage information at each other, the game’s light screen flickering nonstop, the crude words unsightly.
’Please note, players [Blood Vulture] and [Raven] have been muted by the system due to inappropriate language and removed from the information exchange channel. We ask all players to communicate civilly and maintain a good gaming environment.’
Lin Lan: ...
Frost Falcon: "Don’t worry, that’s just how their relationship is. Come to think of it, they haven’t chatted so amicably for a long time, it’s nice."
The most reliable Imperial Duke in the channel sincerely sighed.
Lin Lan twitched his lips. Goodness, these two unparalleled powerhouses exerted all their strength in the chat channel, grinding away at the Dao.
Is this ’amicable chatting’?
Before he could retort, Frost Falcon, like a dependable elder brother, proactively steered the topic back on track.
Frost Falcon: "Blood Vulture will fulfill his promises, he’s always been a stubborn person who sticks to his word, I will also find ways to cooperate with you."
Frost Falcon: "Seagull, thanks to you, Blood Vulture and I won’t be forced into opposition by the civil servants anymore."
Lin Lan’s expression became somewhat serious.
Seagull: "The Empire must rid itself of the influence of aristocratic families, those parasites will eventually drag everyone down."
Frost Falcon: "That’s not an easy task, nowadays, the Civil Servant Group has even infiltrated the military’s upper echelon, but Blood Vulture and I will sever their filthy hands."
Lin Lan perceived the turbulent anger within the Imperial Duke’s heart.
Frost Falcon: "In fact, I’m more worried about their ultimate goal, Seagull, the Mad Emperor’s death..."
Seagull: "You only need to deal with the current aristocracy, leave the ultimate matters to me."
The other party remained silent for a moment.
Frost Falcon: "Seagull, you’re really like him..."
Frost Falcon: "Actually, Blood Vulture was once attracted by the Black Emperor’s ideals. But the Emperor’s reckless actions in the late years broke his heart."
Frost Falcon: "Once, I just coldly watched the Emperor’s negligence, but this time, I won’t hesitate again."
Frost Falcon: "I choose to trust you, Seagull, so from now on, whether it’s Blood Vulture or me, we are the remnants of the old era with no turning back."
The game channel once again fell silent.
Lin Lan gazed at the light curtain, a bit lost in thought.
The Imperial Duke’s trust, huh...
The Empire’s vast territory, shrouded in snow and wind for years, has finally been graced with a faint glimmer of dawn.
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In the empty, cold room, a gaunt elderly man wearing a blood-red robe sat upright from the nutrition chamber, slowly opening his eyes.
"Cough, cough..."
He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood, his face somewhat flushed, a sullen anger between his brows and eyes: "Number 099!"
"I’m here, sir."
Lights flickered, snowstorms seemed to pour into the room, and the Hunter’s silhouette emerged from the shadows.
"Frost Falcon dared to attack my warship, I want that old man to pay the price."
Blood Vulture’s voice was icy: "I will release information to the Civil Servant Group that I intend to expel Frost Falcon. You follow these people and note down all nobles willing to make an effort."
The elderly man’s eyes flickered: "There are enormous ’rewards’ waiting for them."
"Yes, sir."
Hunter knelt on one knee, bowing his head respectfully.
"Also, send a team of seasoned operatives to Ark, don’t use the aristocrats. We must welcome some special guests to the Empire."
Blood Vulture pondered a moment, adding: "The Empire must protect them, use the best-maintained batch of mechanical soldiers on the warship."
Hunter nodded.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but he sensed that this feared butcher Duke before him seemed to have a hint of a relaxed smile on his face.
