If it was before, he would have never done such a thing, but after getting a taste of power, his worldview was drastically different—he would do anything to get back to the place he once was.
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Diederik Van Linden and his group finally entered Thiruvananthapuram, the city with the most Europeans. But Diederik and his group didn't go to any places where Europeans gathered—they directly went to a popular restaurant where the Bharatiya businessmen liked to eat, booked a private room, and directly went in with his six companions.
"So, what can I do for you gentlemen?" a man wearing a mask asked coquettishly.
Diederik's expression did not change upon hearing the question. Instead, he stared directly into the masked man's eyes. "I know who you are, Alpha. You don't have to hide it from me. I once served the Count of Nassau Ferdinand, so I can identify who you are from your behaviour alone."
Hearing the man's words, Alpha's next words immediately got stuck in his throat. He looked at the man sitting opposite him with a deep gaze and finally let out a deep breath of air.
"You have changed a lot, Mr. Diederik. You weren't so confident and full of authority as you are now."
Diederik smiled, "That's true, isn't it? I used to be nothing but a lackey for your family, doing everything to please your father, but in the end, didn't I still get dispatched to this God-forsaken place? But I should say everything happens for a reason, and it turns out I am better off in this part of the world than over there."
Looking at his relaxed expression, Alpha laughed out loud. "I guess you are, Diederik. If my father knew that you were able to set up your own kingdom, he would be shocked and envious to death."
Hearing this, Diederik and his companions immediately laughed.
Alpha's smile faded as he stared at Diederik. "So, what do you want? Why have you reached out to me?"
"If it is wanting to take revenge against the Bharatiya Empire, then you can forget about it. Not to mention you—I fear even if the British, the Dutch, and the French unite together, they may not be able to do anything to this massive behemoth," he warned.
Diederik immediately shook his head. "I'm not so foolish. Not even in my dreams did I think about taking revenge on the Bharatiya Empire. Instead, I need your help for something else entirely."
"What is it?"
Diederik stared into the eyes of Alpha and responded, "It is to invite you, Alpha—or... should I say—Vladimir Nassau, the bastard of Count Ferdinand Nassau, born from a lowly Slavic slave."
"Don't you want to trample all the family members who looked down upon you? Don't you want to make them kneel and beg for your mercy? Then join me. I have decided to establish a new nation in the southern part of Africa, in the region of Namibia. You can be the chief of intelligence, and if you want, even the Minister of External Affairs of this kingdom."
"Don't lie to yourself. I know you hate your family deeply. I saw with my own eyes how they treated you—how many times you would run out of the manor with your eyes red until we could no longer see your face anymore, and it was permanently covered with that mask you are currently wearing. Therefore, join me."
"You already know my ability. You know I can do this—especially with the abundant human resources in the region and some help from the Dutch brothers in South Africa. So, what do you think? Are you ready to tear off that mask and finally stick it to the Nassau family where it hurts?"
"Think about it—if you have the resources of a kingdom at your disposal, you can even have the people you hate kidnapped and turned into slaves for your personal enjoyment. No one is going to judge you in the kingdom I build."
Diederik bewitched the best he could—it was really not easy for Vladimir to reach such a point where he was the liaison for all European diplomats in the Bharatiya Empire, handling their dirty work if he did not have any ability.
Vladimir was really shaken—all his hard work was for that exact thing: to reign superior over his whole family. That was why he ran to a place like the Bharatiya Empire—precisely because they had successfully beaten his family twice and made them lose a lot of power. But that was not enough—he wanted to burn that God-forbidden family to ashes.
Thinking about how his cold second uncle acted all high and mighty while coming to violate him on a weekly basis despite his so-called father knowing about it made his blood boil. Thinking about the days when he had to endure being abused and scorned because of his personality—despite the actual faggot being his second uncle—it enraged him. But he was no longer the young boy anymore. He quickly came back to his senses, reined in his emotions, and calmed down.
"I have to say, Diederik, there is a difference between night and day from who you are now and who you were a few years ago."
Diederik simply smiled at this comment.
"As much as I love to see that old wrinkly piece of disgusting, rotten worm shit and his family incinerated in a fiery pit of hell, I cannot throw away my work here and come work for you on the pretext of something that has yet to happen."
Diederik was not disappointed since he knew if Vladimir immediately agreed, it meant that he was not as capable as he thought he was. He patiently waited for him to continue.
"But the prospects you have mentioned have greatly whetted my appetite, so here's a deal—the moment you establish an actual kingdom recognized by at least some European nations and not hated by the Bharatiya Empire, I will immediately join your team and be your loyal spymaster. Then you can use me however you want," he said the last bit with a hint of teasing.
Diederik smiled, "Fair enough, that'll do for now," he said as he got up with difficulty since his injury was not yet fully healed, "and thank you for the offer, but no thank you—I still love bitches."
Diederik and his group were about to leave, but the next words suddenly stopped them.
"The Bharatiya Empire is planning something very big in the central and northern parts of Africa, right below the Sahara Desert."
"I do not have complete information, but for nearly a year, all the blacks in the Bharatiya Empire have been inquired about their hometowns. From all the clues I have found, they are trying to figure out what powers exist in the area. Maybe if you wait a little longer, you might benefit from the actions of the Bharatiya Empire, or you might escape from a disaster—or it may have no effect on your actions. But it is something to keep in mind."
"Consider this the first transaction as a thank you for your offer, Diederik babe mwah."
Diederik did not turn back, but he was in deep thought. In the end, he nodded his head in acknowledgement and left.
Alpha, looking at the leaving backs of these seven men, had a smile on his face. "Well, isn't this getting rather interesting? Let's see how far you can go this time, Diederik—don't disappoint me."
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Unknown to both Alpha and Diederik, the day wasn't too far away.
A few hours ago...
*Creek*
A carriage slowly came to a halt in front of the Simha Sana Bhavana. Getting out of the carriage was the Director of Bharatiya Internal Pragya, Selvan. He wore his usual black uniform and entered the Royal Palace with a few guards in tow.
In his hand, he had a briefcase which he had handcuffed to himself. Katappa, who was in charge of security duty, immediately took over the task of protecting Selvan while the guards surrounding him were denied entry.
"Your Majesty, Director Selvan has requested an audience with you. He says it is about a task which you have ordered him to complete. Should I invite him in?" Ganesh asked respectfully as he looked at the itinerary in his hand, which mentioned the job of attending the parliament his Majesty had to do.
Vijay, who was just about to get ready to go to the first parliament session of the year, immediately stopped as his eyes lit up. "Immediately bring him in," he said, sitting back onto his seat, not willing to budge an inch.
Ganesh immediately understood the intention of His Majesty, so without asking for any further guidance, he scratched off the list in the itinerary and sent a message to the parliament informing them about His Majesty skipping the parliamentary session. Read new chapters at Freewebnovel
Looking at Selvan, Vijay leaned forward, "Have you completed the research?"
Selvan smiled and opened the suitcase, "Yes, Your Majesty, it has been completed as you requested."