949: Chapter 935: The Second Half 949: Chapter 935: The Second Half While Lu Ping’an was busy organizing his own power system and completing his transformation, the multi-world had not stopped in its tracks.
In a certain world, the Starcraft still hung in the sky, and It continued to exert pressure, sending Rule-level “Envoys” for diplomatic activities at regular intervals.
“…Those criminals committed various misdeeds in our Land, they are destabilizing elents in society…”
The sa words had been repeated countless tis, and the diplomat opposite had no real interest in listening closely.
It was frustrating that beings of Semi-God level had to be respected in any world…
and the one spouting nonsense was a Quasi-God, moreover, an old and powerful one.
“Your Excellency” had to be received by “Your Excellency”, as was the custom in the multi-universe.
The core Kingdom of the Feather Tribe had to have their own “Your Excellency” et with a fake smile, both sides already weary of this.
Hand over the criminals?
That was out of the question, wouldn’t that be a loss of face?
Declare war?
For just a few individuals, would it be worth it to wage a war against a powerful civilization of the multi-universe, against a supre Kingdom which had dispatched more than a dozen Divine Boats?
“…Following the ‘laws’ universally recognized in the multi-universe, our stance is fixed and legally justified.
Regardless of whatever cris they’ve committed in your country, it’s irrelevant to us, you don’t have the authority to enforce laws in our Territory, and we cannot possibly hand them over to you…”
Such was diplomacy, probably just the big bosses of both sides saying the sa tedious platitudes and courteous words they were both sick of, repeating aningless declarations and announcents.
In the end, both sides perford a show of their stances, wasting saliva and several hours, repeating the sa words they had done so many tis that month, and then getting off work, returning to their respective hos.
“…Does any of this make sense?”
Not just one big boss asked a similar question.
With the Feather Tribe blocking the way, going in directly to search was not practical, and fighting was not an option, so they could only talk…
Yet, no results could be reached through talks, just a repetition of each side’s stance.
“Such communication is indeed aningless…
But our arrival in itself has aning.”
The scene before them was anticipated before they set out.
However, just arriving, just having a dozen Starcraft lingering in the foreign domain of this powerful civilization, was a statent from the Eastern Country to the outside world.
“…..Does this roughly equate to flaunting increased strength by parading military ships in front of another country and grabbing so headlines?”
“Not only that, if we really were weak, the other side wouldn’t bother talking about rules and would simply crush us…
Our ‘fleet’ staying for a day shows that we have at least an equivalent level of military force and foundation as the opposite side.”
To deal with the Country of Ten Thousand Gods, at least a Country of a Thousand Gods was required.
Sitting at the negotiation table indicated that both parties were of a similar rank on so level…
at least, that’s how it appeared to the Audience.
In a sense, could this be considered confrontational diplomacy?
“…For us, it’s also an opportunity.
As far as I know, when necessary, we are indeed ready to take action.”
But don’t mistake it, this might actually be a valid instance of confrontational diplomacy, as this is indeed an opportunity to endorse military might.
rely for a “Blood-crow,” it would not justify mobilizing the Ard Forces of such a caliber from the Allied Forces of the Gods.
If it really turned into a small-scale Plane War?
From the human point of view, it was acceptable…
just looking at high level combat power, they truly didn’t fear this independent Kingdom of the Feather Tribe (it wasn’t the entire multi-universe of the Feather Tribe under pressure, the diplomatic call out was specific to the Plane and Kingdom).
And the diplomats of the Feather Tribe were not fools, they too had seen through the situation…
They also did not wish to engage in a war that promised no benefits and potential humiliation if lost.
But to hand over individuals without an “extradition clause” would be tantamount to yielding, which was simply not an acceptable resolution.
In their eyes, they might have encountered a bunch of madn.
Under normal circumstances, you would first establish diplomatic relations, sign various legal regulations, and then transfer such criminals to a third party following the rules…
But they had co directly demanding people, which was entirely unreasonable.
Unfortunately, these were “madn” ard with heavy weapons.
“A aningless war, let’s forget it.”
Thus, the diplomats of both sides went through the motions of bureaucratic sparring and implied threats, after wasting each other’s ti and energy, they returned to their respective hos.
But, for those involved in the situations, was it truly all aningless…?
“If you were one of those high-ranking mbers of the Feather Tribe, seeing a group of refugees bringing no benefits, but such a big problem instead, as well as facing public humiliation, how would you view these refugees….”
So things are happening.
The Blood-crows and people from the Blood Feast, after causing trouble, naturally beca unwelco.
They are essentially trapped in this world, unable to leave…
Now, the local strongn can’t wait for them to leave, but are worried about losing face if sothing bad happens to them.
“…
They are not welco, and they are being watched.
They want to leave, and as soon as they try, especially if they attempt to escape alone, then our hunters who have infiltrated their ranks might have a chance…”
It seems that the Eastern Country not only wants to save face but also wants real results…
But if the hunt is successful, the face will naturally be saved.
The strange pressure and diplomatic tensions continue, and the “troublemakers” in the center of the storm are suffering.
Finally, soone attempted to leave alone.
“…
Perhaps the regulations are looser at the border worlds.”
And the reason for his departure wasn’t just the pressure.
As Rule-level “Vampires,” they could actually control their desires…
At least after a “feast,” they wouldn’t need to feed again for months or even years.
Of course, that would be uncomfortable, and their power might even decline, but in this special situation, it was barely bearable.
However, one of them, the “Newborn Blood-God child” who had advanced during the previous “Blood Night,” was not accustod to this kind of “abstinent withdrawal.”
His body was experiencing withdrawal symptoms, and even more tornted, were his inner instincts and cravings…
But every ti he went out, he was subjected to several unbelievably intense stares, from both his own side and the opposite, making it impossible to hunt…
“…
I can at least go on a trip to other worlds, right?”
In the end, he chose to leave.
As for whether he would take this opportunity to leave this Star-zone from one of the border worlds, that was quite uncertain.
The world he planned to visit seed to belong to a Steampunk World that had just undergone the Industrial Revolution.
The root of his decision was that pile of “discarded” rubbish that reportedly was doing quite well there…
“…
Ugh, so hungry.
But no worries, it’ll be fine soon.”
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Starcrafts are still facing off against each other in the sky, Rule-level Big Bosses have their own stages to perform on, and the noobs are causing a scene one after another…
“…
Another hairless monkey?”
So things haven’t changed due to Lu Ping’an’s intervention.
Hunters with bad luck still had their identities revealed, then ended up in the news and were promptly escorted out of the country…
“It’s strange, the news is no longer trending, and the citizens are annoyed by it, so why is it still making headlines?
It’s almost becoming embarrassing…”
Lu Ping’an, who’s watching the news, and those unlucky ones in the news don’t know that they’re paying for what’s happening in the heavens.
What they don’t yet realize is that a major trouble is about to arrive…
“Thank you, Lord An Nan, you truly are a benevolent benefactor.”
And a certain Big Boss is frantically making money, spending money, and then becoming the “benevolent benefactor” to all those in distress.
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