Darkstone Code

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1352: Spoiler

"The Federation people won’t like you doing this."

Beigaao’s son sighed.

Actually, everyone knows the biggest problem Mariluo faces now isn’t racial hatred, but rather the Federation people seem to be increasing their interference in Mariluo.

This kind of... thing is very bad.

Nagariel is a living example, it’s precisely because of the Federation’s intervention that the Nagariel United Kingdom turned into the Nagariel New Federation.

Maybe the Federation people are intent on turning Mariluo into the Mariluo New Federation!

This is also the real reason the Warlords stopped the war; if the Federation were really planning to do this, their territory and strength would be their strongest means to negotiate with or retaliate against the Federation!

People don’t like the Federation, just look at Nagariel — how many of those former rulers are still living well?

Of course, indeed there are some, living within the Federation, but it’s more accurate to say they live in a cage woven by the Federation for them!

The Federation is very domineering, more domineering than anyone imagined.

Actually, no one expected that the Federation, which always maintained a neutral stance, would be so aggressive in dealing with certain issues; honestly, some people have been frightened by them.

Beigaao faced his son’s complaints, he smiled and waved his hand.

"This is an opportunity, possibly the only opportunity I’ll see in my lifetime. If I do nothing, I’ll regret it when I grow old!"

Beigaao’s son continued to complain, "You’re already old!"

"No, you’re wrong, my heart is still young!" Beigaao laughed heartily, not bothered at all by his child straightforwardly pointing out the fact that he was old.

To him, seeing this country filled again with hope makes him feel like he’s returned to his youth.

Everyone, for their ideals, go and fight!

Only the older generation of Mariluo people have such emotions; they overthrew the evil and dark rule of the Mariluo people, ushered in the dawn of peace and freedom, yet fell into the divisions of Warlords.

They were almost in despair, but now hope has appeared again, sparking passion and fervor in Beigaao’s body. He’s willing to take some risks to do something great.

Beigaao’s son lowered his voice slightly, "The Federation won’t allow you to do this, they will surely deal with you."

He grew up in the Federation, received Federation education, and had some understanding of the Federation’s social environment.

He knows very well that behind the Federation’s freedom and fairness lies blatant banditry.

It’s just that the Federation Government is very good at whitewashing itself; they successfully brainwashed the whole world, making people, including Federation people themselves, believe that the so-called "Federation spirit" is all about freedom and fairness!

Actually, deep down, they’ve never had any freedom, never had any fairness!

Beigaao is over sixty; after a brief silence, he said, "Before Akumal died, he surely knew he was going to die."

"But he still did it, promoting his ideas, expanding his influence, because he wanted to try to see if he could change Nagariel."

"I’m not as great as him, able to propose such special ideas, the only thing I can do and try is to unite everyone."

"As long as all of us can unite, the Federation won’t easily act against us, and we won’t become another New Federation!"

"I don’t have much time left, son, I’m over sixty now. Maybe I can live to seventy, or eighty?" He shook his head, "I’m not sure, maybe only three to five years."

"I have to do something in the last journey of my life."

This dream existed since he was young.

At that time, there were many people around him, including his life mentor; every one of them cherished the dream of making Mariluo a strong nation in the world, studying and working hard together!

They tried to change the country with their own hands, supporting each other along the way.

Until... now!

Looking back, those former comrades, companions, his mentor, have all fallen on the way to the dream earlier than him.

Dreams are beautiful, but the road is rugged; not everyone can last until the end!

Some laid the foundation for victory but could not witness the dawn of victory themselves.

"So how do you plan to solve Isabella and Sanchez, these two people?" Beigaao’s son stood up and poured himself a glass of wine.

Although the Grand President is just a puppet, he doesn’t lack wealth.

Fine wine, from the Federation.

As he rocked the wine glass, letting the fragrance of the wine disperse, he looked at his father, "They are lapdogs of the Federation; it’s hard to completely avoid them when we want to do something."

"They will affect our entire plan!"

The Grand President gazed out the window, Mariluo’s capital was quiet and peaceful, the faces of walking people showed no signs of fear; they were like people from developed countries.

Walk safely on the city’s roads without the need to worry about any sudden threats.

"Do you think that, whether they know or they don’t, it can change the decisions and judgments of the Federation people?"

"No, whether they exist or not, it doesn’t mean much to us or to the Federation people; if the Federation wants to take action, they can come up with any excuse."

"Even if we temporarily take away Isabella and Sanchez’s freedom, we’re still facing the Federation, not anyone else."

The Grand President glanced at his son, "After finishing the work at hand, head to the Federation as soon as possible."

"Whether I succeed or fail, you can continue to live!"

The Grand President is gambling, hoping his stance with the Warlords can conclude the negotiations before the Federation reacts.

Before the negotiations conclude, the Federation won’t react, the Central Government restructures and proclaims the unity of Mariluo.

By then, even if the Federation wants to do something through Isabella or Sanchez, it would be very inappropriate.

They can stand on an international stance and strongly condemn the Federation’s invasion actions!

And the fact that the Federation hasn’t reacted yet is a very good sign; they’ve been preparing so long, there’s little time left to success.

The Grand President watched some birds flying away at the horizon, his lips slightly moved, "just a little more... just a bit more!"

The next day, Beigaao continued calling to arrange meetings with those Warlords; the major Warlords had agreed to negotiate, if the minor Warlords disagreed at this time, they’d be opposing the whole nation.

Facts prove that in front of a major event that might change national stance and ownership, racial hatred can also be temporarily shelved.

Warlords are quietly converging to the capital; the Grand President expects that by August, they can conclude the final negotiations and announce the birth of a new Mariluo.

And this is less than thirty days away!

Several days later, Sanchez looked at the phone in his hand unexpectedly; after a long silence, he said to wait a moment and then closed the study door.

The call was from the Grand President, and indeed he knew some news, like the Grand President frequently contacting the Warlords, persuading them to abandon biases and racial hatred, and reunite together.

Actually, the Grand President and Central Government have been doing this for many years, but until now no one ever paid attention to them, treating it more as a joke.

But this time the situation is different; Sanchez can sense the atmosphere, reaching a peak when Isabella’s "troops" were blocked going north and conducted a round of bombing!

People are very afraid of Federation people, very afraid of Federation aircraft!

During this time, the Mariluo Warlords bought the most ground air defense equipment.

And the things they did most were frantically digging bunkers to prepare for possible bombings at any time.

The Federation people instilled a sense of crisis in them.

Now, the Grand President called him, which was unimaginable, given that he was seen as the Federation’s most loyal lapdog in many people’s eyes!

"I hope I didn’t disturb your rest, Sanchez."

The Grand President’s voice was gentle; Sanchez seemed to be thinking about something, only responding after a while, "No, you didn’t."

The Grand President seemed relieved that his call wasn’t intrusive, "Sounds good, you should have heard about recent events, I hope you can also join us."

Sanchez was shocked; he didn’t speak.

The Grand President waited a moment and chuckled twice, "I know you might think I’m crazy, but I’m not, Sanchez."

"I know you’re actually being coerced; the Federation people aren’t good people. Their help to you is more like harm."

"But now, we have a chance to get rid of this, Sanchez."

"As long as we unite closely together, we can make them leave, and we can get the peace and freedom we desire..."

A few minutes later, Sanchez hung up the phone; he sat in the room staring blankly at the phone.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and found the Federation contact person, "I have something to tell you."

The contact person uttered a "hmm" sound, put down the work at hand, and looked up at Sanchez, "What is it?"

Sanchez held back at speech, "The Grand President just called me, hoping I can stand together with them to achieve Mariluo’s unity from form to consciousness."

"And he invited me to join the final negotiations!"

The contact person’s expression changed slightly, "Did he mention the time?"

Sanchez nodded, "August 15th, the racetrack outside the capital..."