Chapter 124 - 105: [Lin Lan] (2)

"In fact, the cooperation letters issued in your name still hold value, dear diplomat."

The Secret Guard’s speech gradually became fluent, as if another person was conversing with Sigma from afar: "The life or death of Lord Roland is actually not important; as long as the Ark still ’exists,’ Charles and Dean’s tax exemption rights won’t be erased by the major islands."

Sigma was stunned for a moment; he immediately understood the other party’s intention.

"You mean—"

He sneered: "The White Oak faction behind Nightingale plans to exploit the quotas provided by the Fortress faction for profit?"

It must be said, those politicians from White Oak, who collude with major trade associations, really do have quite a knack for scheming!

Why doesn’t the White Oak faction provide new cooperation letters themselves? Are they unwilling to release those precious quotas?

Those calculating leeches are really good at exploiting cracks!

"You also know that the Fortress Main Island might struggle to utilize those technologies."

The Secret Guard’s tone carried a strange sense of confidence and pride: "But White Oak has the capability and the funds to reinvigorate Ark’s technology."

"Think it over, Mr. Diplomat; unity and mutual assistance are our Alliance’s supreme ideals, and the three Governors are busy with their affairs, not paying attention to such trivial matters as Lion Heart Island."

She said lightly: "If you are willing to assist Lady Nightingale in regaining control of the remaining Ark Country, Lady Nightingale will naturally consider the interests of the Fortress faction."

Assist someone who applies all their wit on stage as the ’Alliance’s superstar’?

What a joke!

That so-called Nightingale is just a half-baked navigator forced into prominence by wealth! What has she done for the frontline warriors?

Listen to the rules of her ’Red Candlelight’ route that she ’opened up.’

The creatures of the Grey Realm constantly hold balls, and passing fleets have to dutifully present a valuable piece of art to appease them...

Since when did navigators partnering with the ocean and battling the sea, chasing ideals to the death, become such humble clowns?!

How ridiculous... How obsequious... How disgraceful...

Sigma suppressed the anger in his heart; the White Oak Main Island was already far down the path of commercialization, and under the trade associations’ hype, navigators’ exploratory contributions were tied to their fame!

Hype, publicity, performance...

Under various factors, those navigators who fought their way out of the Grey Realm step by step seemed to become a joke.

But Sigma had to admit that, for those citizens who had long enjoyed comfort, the fame hyped by the trade associations was wealth, and an immense wealth at that.

In terms of development, the trade association politicians in White Oak are adept at this.

Sigma had already guessed the subsequent development.

Nightingale was highly likely to be hyped as a hero saving half of Lion Heart Island, which would become a glorious Chapter in her maritime career.

But that was clearly Lord Roland’s contribution! It’s the contribution of that Black-winged Calamity Master! It’s the contribution of those who sacrificed!!

Yes, Sigma does not recognize Roland’s foolishness; he doesn’t care about the lives of ordinary people outside Alliance citizens, but that does not mean he doesn’t understand the right and wrong of the whole situation!

Unconsciously, he clenched his teeth.

"Lord Sigma, that letter still holds value for the Fortress Main Island, you are a smart person..."

The Grey-clothed Secret Guard’s cold voice echoed in Sigma’s ear: "So Lady Nightingale believes you will make the correct choice."

The correct choice?

At this moment, Sigma felt absurdity and sadness; he wanted to shout something, to vent something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

The Grey-clothed Secret Guard in front was just an emotionless messenger, while he, in the end, was merely a pawn.

Deep within Sigma’s heart, a profound sense of powerlessness surged.

Yes... he would agree.

Because he needed to move forward step by step, because he needed to climb upward step by step, because he wanted... to strive to change this nauseating world...

Before that, the Fortress Main Island indeed required the charity of the White Oak Main Island or the Star Ladder Main Island... unity.

Sigma was silent for a moment, his well-defined face finally showing a hint of determination as he spoke: "I agree..."

The Alliance diplomat’s words suddenly froze in place, his mouth half open as he turned his head in disbelief.

He saw... the inverted blood sea atop Camelot was split... emerging from within...

Unable to comprehend, unable to look directly, unable to remember, Sigma’s mind was left in pure blankness; something removed that moment’s memory.

Immediately, four beams of sunlight poured down like waterfalls from the parted sky! Directly penetrating the depths of the eerie Lion Heart Palace!

All the bizarre creatures frantically fled.

The smiles beneath the surface were now full of terror, formless shadows collided with the ship’s sides, knocking each other askew, bone birds collided with each other, some already having broken wings.

Beside the man, the surface of the Secret Guard’s mask began to glow with shifting hues.

’Uploading data observation log.’

’Log entry: ???’

’Event summary: ???’

’Threat level to the Alliance: ???’

’Response measures: ???’

’Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!’

The flowing light on the mask’s surface flickered fiercely like a broken light bulb; the Secret Guard struggled to hold onto the mask, and his figure vanished into mid-air.

Sigma stood frozen in place, murmuring: "What was... that..."

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[Card Base: Lin Lan (Unique)]

[Card Keywords: Foreigner]

[Card Description: Observation, Correction, Rebirth, Heroic Spirit will disdain civilization’s end amid your laughter!]

At the entrance of the Shattered Star, Eleanor held Lucia’s petite body tightly, squinting her eyes with a hint of a satisfied smile:

"I really bet right, my good First Mate..."

She said relieved: "I knew he wasn’t afraid of the Abyssal Celestial Calamity’s big monster..."

"I remember once you told me Roland was just a normal, everyday person?"

Lucia turned her head, looking skeptically at the Captain’s dirty face.

"The situation was special at the time... so dangerous in the Space Ladder." Eleanor leaned over: "What if my lovely First Mate’s head broke?"

"Don’t come closer! Captain, you’re filthy!" The First Mate tried to escape the Captain’s claws.

Despite being in the Abyssal Gray Realm, the atmosphere inside the Shattered Star was relaxed, and to Eleanor and Lucia, the pollution here was far less severe than in Ideal City!

Above them, crowned by a blood ring, the Lion-Hearted King stood up, staring intently at the gray-haired youth who voluntarily stepped into the Blood Sea Chessboard.

Four exquisite cards quickly materialized in Lin Lan’s palm.

The Foreigner walked calmly in the boundless abyss, staring straight into Ryan’s eyes, his other hand clenched around a gleaming dinner knife.

In the next moment, four sunlit waterfalls rushed into the depths of the dim palace, and the three-meter-high Giant Squad stood upright, flanking Lin Lan.

Those were four genuine Power Armors!

The faces of Ota, Ansel, and Sami were all blurry, only Vera blinked, lowering her head, feeling her consciousness somewhat muddled:

"Lin Lan... sir..."

"Vera, this is the future, the future that needs your aid."

Lin Lan softly said: "Prepare for combat."

Not far away, Lucia was wide-mouthed, reaching out with her arms, subconsciously grabbing at the air: "That... that woman... is so... so big..."

Eleanor was stunned in place, precisely catching the giant’s murmuring.

Lin Lan...

So this is... their true name...

Some indescribable entity seemed to envelope the resilient minds of the Doragon People.

The Dragon Lady flipped her eyelids, collapsing onto the ground softly, her tail also limp.