It's definitely more comfortable being carried than walking.
Yang Ming lay on the self-hovering stretcher, surrounded by dozens of elite alliance soldiers, left the door of the small transport ship, and entered the battleship of the neighboring Wind Alliance.
He continued to pretend to be unconscious with his eyes closed, but was pondering whether this move was too risky.
Indeed, revealing Duoduo Moduo's identity at the last mont was not part of the plan; it was an improvisation by Yang Ming.
Yang Ming naturally had his own considerations.
When he was negotiating with the high-ranking officials of the Alliance, they always seed to be on a frequency where no resonance could form, only he was unilaterally transmitting information to them.
Although this was just the initial negotiation, the outco of this discussion would sowhat influence the future developnts.
The Wind needed a strong ally, and the Guel Alliance was the most suitable candidate.
Therefore, Yang Ming decided to take a bit of risk.
He pointed out the grievances between Duoduo Moduo and Allison, and on a whim ntioned a 'leader', giving Duoduo Moduo so space for imagination.
As for the effect... he wasn't entirely confident.
Suddenly, a voice full of anxiety called out beside his ear:
"Teacher!"
Then ca the sound of chaotic footsteps.
Yang Ming felt a large group of people rushing over, then his arm was held by two soft, slippery hands.
Angry curses erupted from around him:
"Damn Sherman! They actually used such despicable ans!"
"Fortunately, our General Yang Ming was prepared, and didn't let them succeed, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."
"Sherman must apologize for this! They must admit their mistakes! The Wind is no longer a weak country for them to bully!"
"Enough!"
Emilia reprimanded softly:
"Talking about these things here won't solve any problems. Now everyone stop complaining, return to your posts, and escort General Yang Ming to the dical cabin... I'll guard him alone."
"Yes, Your Highness."
A mont later.
In Yang Ming's perception, only one living being remained around him, Emilia who had gone to close the door of the dical cabin.
"Boss," Little Lyu's sweet voice sounded, "on our own turf, relax a bit."
Yang Ming imdiately opened his eyes and sat up.
"Teacher!" Emilia hurried over, "How is your injury?"
Yang Ming turned his head to look at this beautiful princess who had grown up, glanced at her graceful figure, and imdiately raised his gaze to et her eyes.
"There's nothing wrong," Yang Ming laughed, "the Asexual Angel is under my command."
Emilia blinked, without much shock, as if all this was a matter of course.
Yang Ming stood up and stretched his muscles, smiling, "Nicely done, a bit like my style back in the day, daring to crash into the New Federation's ship on foreign soil, quite courageous."
Emilia smiled with pursed lips, her big eyes exceptionally bright.
"It's because the bounty hunter taught well."
Yang Ming sat on the dical chair, patting the seat next to him, and Emilia lightly jumped up, sitting a few centiters away from Yang Ming.
She was wearing a delicate evening dress, exuding a faint fragrance all over, like the fully blood feminine charm she possessed now, easily intoxicating males.
However, Boss Yang scooted to the side, deliberately keeping a certain distance from her.
"I just had a brief contact with the high-levels of the Guel Alliance," Yang Ming said, "I've been waiting for this opportunity, and when both a Deputy Pri Minister and a Chief of Staff appeared, I judged the timing to be ripe."
Emilia asked, "Was it part of your previous plan to win over the Guel Alliance?"
"You could say that," Yang Ming laughed, "but coming here, I was also kidnapped by another 'big sister'."
"Big sister?"
Question marks popped up on Emilia's head.
Yang Ming thought it over carefully and decided not to hide it from Emilia, briefly introducing the history of the Sherman's expansion and the significance of the chanical Thought Body deity—Le—to the Empire.
Yang Ming's gaze turned sowhat distant:
"To topple the Empire, you must break down the system of Emperor Guard, Levi Fleet, and the Sherman family.
"And within this system, the most crucial is the existence of Le, so when Le stands against the Empire, the chaos you currently see within the Empire arises, as if all conflicts are rapidly exploding.
"If Le were to support the Empire, the current turmoil would also quickly subside."
Emilia pondered carefully, "The reason why the Empire can exist for tens of thousands of years is because, at its core, it's the third Natural Disaster... Sorry, it seems it's the sa on our side as well."
Yang Ming smiled as he patted her on the head, calmly saying, "Don't discuss Le's existence too much, because right now, we are all under Le's surveillance."
"But we have Sister Lyu, right?"
"In so respects, Lyu still has a certain gap in capability compared to Le," Yang Ming said seriously, "After all, the latter has existed for tens of thousands of Galaxy Years, and possesses the resources of the entire Empire."
"All right."
Emilia sighed, a bit despondent, her shoulders slumping.
She said softly:
"I originally thought I understood this world, understood our current plight, but I realized what I knew was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Thank you, bounty hunter, for choosing the Wind, for aiding the Wind, and for telling these things today."
"Oh," Yang Ming laughed, "are you starting to treat as an outsider?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
Emilia was a bit flustered:
"I wanted to express my gratitude to you, because without your coming to the Wind, Wind would definitely still be like the other vassal states, being frantically exploited after the Empire fell into chaos. Right now, two vassal states are already close to their limits."
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