Chapter 430: 197 The Rise of Wind_3
This wasn’t because Yang Ming completely grasped his brother’s weakness, but because Yang Ming painted a colossal, universe-invincible pie for his brother.
The absurd thing was, this pie wasn’t unattainable.
“Then, bounty hunter, what do you gain from this process?”
“I will get the most crucial part: control over power,” Yang Ming laughed, “I need a powerful interstellar force that is completely under our control, one that can rival the regular troops of the Sherman Empire.”
“And then?” Emilia’s gaze was rather sharp, “Do you enjoy power? But according to my intuition, you’re using this to resist so kind of pressure.”
“Power, who doesn’t love it?”
Yang Ming clicked his tongue and continued:
“I’ve already completed the setup on the Wind side; next is just a matter of ti. Emilia, your growth process will personally witness the rise of Wind.
“Now, I need to switch fields and open my second battlefield.”
“Why?” Edwan asked, “Ming, you need to give
a reason, a reason why you’re abandoning Wind to seek a noble title in the Sherman Empire.”
“I’m not abandoning Wind,” Yang Ming said, “I’m just shifting my focus over there; I can’t stand being idle.”
Emilia mumbled quietly, “Is it because the Sherman Empire has more open beauty?”
“Kids shouldn’t interrupt when adults are talking,” Yang Ming glared at her, “Am I that casual of a man?”
Emilia: “The first ti you t with my living officer, you chatted for a very, very long ti.”
Yang Ming: …
Interstellar culture, pure interstellar culture.
Edwan frowned and dragged the topic back, “I need to know why, Ming, you’re hiding a secret from us, aren’t you? Because you’re the White Ghost, right?”
Yang Ming leaned back.
Damn!
How does the whole world know?
Yang Ming frowned at Edwan. He could deny it, thinking Edwan was only speculating, but Yang Ming wasn’t willing to deceive this partner who was incredibly important to him.
“Yes,” Yang Ming said, “If I don’t leave Wind, I will bring disaster to it.”
Edwan raised his hand to cover his forehead, leaning back on the sofa.
Edwan naturally found all the intelligence circulating on the market, and he had now figured out all the causes and effects.
The Sherman Empire was investigating the identity of the White Ghost, confird to be from the Sherman Empire as a low-ranking officer, but due to so reason, was abandoned by the Empire, thus holding a grudge against it.
“The White Ghost can’t be Yang Ming,” Yang Ming said, “I’m working on several plans, plans to develop within the Sherman Empire. Don’t worry about . If I can open up a situation in Wind, I naturally have the confidence to do so in the Sherman Empire.”
“That’s different, there is…”
Edwan’s Adam’s apple trembled, “Can you tell
what your plan is? Let
advise you a bit. Sorry, that’s all I can do.”
“I understand.”
Yang Ming laughed and said:
“You’re the Emperor of a country, not just my friend Yang Ming.
“My plan actually has a few ideas. One is to use my original identity as a low-ranking officer to hide within the Sherman Empire, establish my own secret base, perfect the White Ghost’s identity, and then use that to contact them.
“Another is to enter the Sherman Empire with a new identity, seeking a noble title and official position as quickly as possible.
“And another, actually related to you, I thought about using the Wind noble identity to directly enter the Emperor Star Circle, hook up with a princess or noble lady, and quickly enhance my reputation. But I dismissed that because it would involve the Luofeng Empire.
“This is also my foundation.”
“I suggest you use the second one.”
Edwan said:
“The political ecology within the Sherman Empire is a hundred tis more complex than ours in Wind, but I think you should be sowhat aware of that. If you have a noble title, it will be a shield.
“The Imperial Nobles tend to band together.”
Yang Ming nodded with a smile, “I still need to research for a while, won’t set sail imdiately, so you don’t worry about this matter.”
“So…”
Emilia bit her lip, “All that about a bounty hunter, those were stories to deceive kids, right?”
“Of course not,” Yang Ming said, “but there was so fabrication.”
Emilia clenched her pale fists, took a few deep breaths, then looked up at Yang Ming, her eyes shining:
“Then, can I have your autograph?”
“Of course, where do I sign?”
“Here!”
Emilia tugged at the corner of her clothes and leaned forward. Yang Ming stretched out his right hand towards the desk, casually making an imperial pen fly into his hand.
Edwan’s eyes almost popped out.
“May the Force be with you and ,” Yang Ming said coolly.
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