Chapter 312: 152 Similar_3
Yang Ming pondered carefully.
Emilya didn’t say much, but her aning was clear.
Yang Ming roughly understood that this Princess went to the Sherman Empire, one, to closely monitor Princess Dana and her close maid, and two, to protect Princess Dana and ensure her normal return to the Luofeng Empire.
Dana was an intelligence officer of the Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau of the Sherman Empire.
Her task was to get close to the forr Emperor of the Luofeng Empire, earn his trust, give birth to an heir, and after the Sherman Empire replaced the forr Emperor, to closely supervise that Intelligent Machine and cover up for it.
Now, Edwan had ascended the throne. He seemingly obeyed the Sherman Empire and even voluntarily offered several great gifts to it.
As an intelligence officer, Princess Dana was highly likely to encounter an “accident” to erase the “cris” the Sherman Empire had committed against the Luofeng Emperor.
Emilya was different.
No matter what other identities Princess Dana had, Emilya was the Princess of Luofeng, the family mber Edwan valued most, and she held high prestige in the Luofeng Empire.
Emilya traveling along was the best protection for Princess Dana and her close maid.
But…
Yang Ming looked at Emilya’s delicate face.
Compared to ordinary teenage girls, she, being in the royal family, already had a certain elegance and intelligence; her figure had developed rapidly in the past two years, reaching the aesthetic point of so degenerate nobles of the Empire.
Yang Ming asked, “If soone tries to harm you, what should you do?”
“He will definitely regret doing so,” Emilya picked up a knight’s longsword nearby and perford several sword-swinging moves.
It was quite passable.
“Be careful with everything,” Yang Ming said in a deep voice. “If there’s any problem, contact Edwan directly.”
“You agree?”
Emilya said with so surprise, but she quickly adjusted her tone, “I accept your advice, Bounty Hunter.”
“Mm-hmm,” Yang Ming thought carefully, “Rember to inform your brother in advance about this matter. Do you know what wording to use?”
“I will handle these matters with discretion,” Emilya pointed at the dozens of plates of food in front of Yang Ming and whispered, “Enjoy your al. Why does your intake of so many calories not change your figure and face at all?”
Yang Ming calmly explained, “I’ve already passed the growth phase.”
“Oh, yes, you’re much older than ,” Emilya imdiately showed a disdainful expression and casually hung up the communication.
Yang Ming touched his own chin.
Indeed, his body was very unusual.
He didn’t age, had no wrinkles, and even never grew a beard, making it a luxury for him to try a stubbled look.
But this was also reasonable.
If he were a Subordinate Ancient God Life Form, what kind of texture razor would be needed for his beard?
Special diamond?
Yang Ming searched the landed property of nsa Earl in the Sherman Empire, which was nominally Princess Dana’s family.
Just as Yang Ming was studying the landed property of nsa Earl on the star map projection, two text ssages popped out in the corner.
[Boss, the intelligence has been cracked. There’s a coordinate point near a buried insect planet, in an area the Sherman Empire hasn’t discovered yet.]
[nsa Earl is currently in the lilight, having won a campaign, earning the royal recognition and rewards, making him very prominent.]
Yang Ming pondered for a mont and sent a ssage to Lyu.
[Make a plan, we are going to find the bugs.]
[Okay, boss.]
The ssage box disappeared on its own.
Yang Ming continued to observe the star map of nsa Earl’s landed property, comparing it with the Valkyrie’s hiding Star Domain.
…
At the sa ti.
Minter City, New Federation Head Star.
The entire planet’s best climatic area had been transford into a three-dinsional tropolis, housing tens of billions of people.
The planet’s outer part had three rings, floating far, middle, near outside the atmosphere, and these exceedingly expensive annular planetary space stations served as the Milky Way’s largest trade port.
In the observation area of Minter City, every year for several months, one could see a Constant Star seeming to wear sunglasses. That was due to two gigantic Dyson Clouds continuously transferring stellar energy to the Minter Space Port, powering the entire planet.
At the base of the high skyscrapers in Minter City, the slightly retro street view remained, as a well-dressed deputy director frowned and opened a beverage shop’s door.
The interior decor was very old, filled with the damp and decayed scent of wood, and due to the building’s shade, it received little stellar radiation. This didn’t seem to be a good place for chatting.
The deputy director walked towards the corner, where a middle-aged man had already stood up.
Allison, a rising political star in the New Federation over the past four years, owned considerable shares in several multinational enterprises, and boasted great popularity among voters.
The deputy director moved forward to shake hands with the middle-aged man, forcing an awkward smile, and then unceremoniously sat on the opposite sofa, leaning back with a displeased look.
“Alright, Representative, you mysteriously got
here. What exactly do you want to say?”
Allison squinted and smiled, “We can make a deal.”
“A deal? What deal?” the deputy director frowned, “You know who you’re talking to, right?”
Allison slowly said, “Of course, the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency is half a politician, always at risk of being removed, but the seven deputy directors are the real powerholders, and you, controlling the intelligence system, have significant power.”
“Mm-hmm,” the deputy director said, “I only serve this country.”
“That’s also why I chose to talk to you,” Allison organized his words and said slowly, “I have a way to deal with the White Ghost, and this is not an empty promise.”
The deputy director said, “How to deal with it? With your marvelous ability to predict which party can rise to power, or with your excellent fighting skills? I read that you once dealt with more than a dozen gang mbers by yourself.”
Allison smiled without speaking, “Before talking about this thod, I think we can discuss the terms.”
“What do you want?”
“All information about the White Ghost,” Allison said, “That’s also my prerequisite to dealing with him. Additionally, I want long-term cooperation with you; my dream doesn’t stop at being an ordinary representative.”
The deputy director slightly raised his eyebrows, stood up slowly, and snorted lightly at Allison.
“You’re insulting , Representative Allison, I serve only this country, not individuals.”
“The White Ghost is also my enemy.”
Allison picked up the drink in front of him and sipped slowly,
“I do have a certain predictive ability, thanks to my insight, and the intelligence I’ve acquired.
“But now, the White Ghost is interfering with . His constant activities steer everything in the Milky Way in an unforeseeable direction.
“The insect disaster that shouldn’t have appeared now was revealed by him two years ago, taking
by surprise. I also didn’t expect the source of the Sherman Empire’s insect plague to be human disaster. At the sa ti, I began to pay attention to this guy.
“I suspect he and I are the sa kind of beings.”
“The sa kind?” the deputy director frowned slightly, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“This is not nonsense,” Allison looked up at the deputy director; the button on his cuff emitted an invisible gas, “Sit down.”
His voice carried so inexplicable charisma.
The deputy director frowned and sat, looking a bit dazed.
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