Chapter 586: Chapter 523: Dagger_2
Despite the fact that Moore had been secluded behind the scenes for many years, he never neglected his attire, always favoring dark-colored clothing, such as a dark blue coat and a pair of clean, sharp black leather shoes.
At this mont, in the headquarters of Mo’er Security Company in the forr Rhea Kingdom region, high-ranking committee mbers were sitting upright in a eting room around a rectangular table, discussing an upcoming high-risk mission.
The room was lit with a soft light, each person’s face etched with seriousness.
“The objective of this mission is to help a great overlord overseas defeat the local Feather People forces. The strongest of the Feather People forces is said to have died at the hands of the ‘Glacier King,’ and thus the long-subdued great overlord harbored thoughts of rebellion, rely hoping to garner enough strength to enhance his advantage, hence hoping for our intervention.”
“Simply put, it involves contending for control of about fifty-three islands overseas.”
“So, it’s as I heard, not only will we be taking action, but the Tempest Church folks will be on the move too… it seems they intend to support the Feather People. We might clash with the Tempest Church.”
Currently, the Tempest Church’s situation is delicate, as half of their forces are in the Eastern ranges of the Ouden Continent, hence they really don’t have the audacity to declare war against the Fischer family and the Dawn Church, like other churches, and have been playing dead all along.
But Darren and Christine are not easily deceived; in recent years, they have consistently forced the Tempest Church to take sides… demanding that they need not convert, only to acknowledge the Tempest Overlord as an inferior deity to the Lord of the Lost.
After all, the real Tempest Overlord was no longer around, and for the Church to add so andnts to their deity was not a big deal—though, of course, it was a huge issue since it naturally ant the complete surrender and betrayal of faith by the Tempest Church, so they were also very hesitant, perhaps finding this even more daunting than facing death.
In fact, had it not been for the Tempest Church’s protection of the Fischer family for a century, they wouldn’t have even had such an opportunity, and precisely because of a century’s protection, as long as they did not truly stand in opposition or receive a Divine Oracle from the Lord of the Lost, the Fischer family would not choose to forcefully conquer the Tempest Church.
Suddenly, the conference room door was gently pushed open, and a figure Noiselessly stepped inside.
Everyone’s gaze snapped to him, and their conversations ceased abruptly, the entire room seeming to be solidified by an invisible force.
The person who entered was the reclusive boss, Moore.
He was dressed in a sharply tailored dark coat, his stride steady, his face wearing a faint, profound smile, his eyes revealing an indescribable composure.
Moore stirred a sense of awe in everyone present; so had not seen his true face for many years, while others were witnessing the charisma of this legendary figure for the first ti, but all were subdued by the calm emanating from within him.
“Ladies and gentlen, I apologize for interrupting your discussion.”
Moore’s voice was deep and magnetic, continuing, “but the importance of this mission, I believe you have all realized. I am here to listen to your thoughts personally, and to discuss how we might achieve the greatest victory with the least cost.”
As Moore’s words concluded, the atmosphere in the eting room gradually ward, and the senior mbers began speaking again, sharing their views.
Moore then quietly sat at one end of the conference table, occasionally nodding in agreent, and at tis, raising penetrating questions, steering the direction of the whole discussion.
“Our best approach would be to persuade the Tempest Church to collaborate with us, or else not to intervene, to avoid a large-scale dispute between both sides, especially under the current special tense situation.”
“I will personally approach Bishop Zane about this matter; he has always been an old friend of the Fischer’s, perhaps we can find a solution through him.”
Under his guidance, the eting proceeded exceptionally smoothly, and what were originally challenging issues beca easily resolvable.
When the discussion was nearing its close, Moore stood up again, his gaze sweeping over each person present, his eyes twinkling with gratitude.
“Thank you for your efforts and wisdom. I believe that with our joint efforts, Mo’er Security Company will surely complete this mission perfectly.”
Moore’s words were brief but powerful, like a shot of adrenaline, filling everyone’s hearts with confidence.
As he left, the conference room returned to calm, but the air was no longer filled with the previous tension.
Finally, after a busy day, Moore returned to his private estate in a secluded mountainous area.
The estate was dotted with stars, and a light breeze brought a touch of coolness and tranquility.
He slowly walked into his study, where shelves were filled with various books, from military strategies and classical literature to world history and philosophical musings.
The large desk in the center of the room quietly awaited its owner’s return. Moore gently sat down, his gaze lingering on a faded photo on the desk, a group photo of him with comrades on an overseas battlefield, every face brimming with smiles.
Moore reminisced about those brothers who fought side by side with him, so had forever remained on those overseas battlefields, while others continued with their lives in different corners of the world.
“Sigh, over the years, I too have traveled across half the world… it all started with Nasir. If it hadn’t been for the eting between Madam Irene and my mother, my life wouldn’t have changed.”
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