1390: Chapter 1383: Fight or Reconcile 1390: Chapter 1383: Fight or Reconcile “What thod?” Zisu asked excitedly.
“Hmm, let’s wait until we’re in front of everyone before I discuss it,” Luo’er said, “Moreover, I’m not sure if this thod is reliable.”
The two chatted for a while and soon arrived at the eting place.
This location was originally a mansion for high-ranking officials of the Demon Clan.
After Big South East Peace reclaid it, it beca the official residence of the Southern Yao Race Federation.
As ntioned before, the Demon Clan is very adept at absorbing foreign cultures, so their overall architectural style almost entirely mimics that of Kyushu.
The most distinctive feature of Kyushu’s architectural style is the stone base and wooden structure above.
From the foundation to one ter above the ground, the walls mostly use a brick and stone structure.
Above one ter, the walls adopt an earth and stone structure, complented by wooden beams and tough cent tile roofs.
These ‘cent tiles’ were just the na given by Luo’er and his people; the Demon Clan’s tiles were made by compacting and firing clay, extrely hard in texture.
Luo’er had co into contact with these tiles, and they remained intact even when thrown to the ground or stamped on.
The tiles had a rough surface, with a noticeable grainy texture, similar to cent, which is why they figuratively called them ‘cent tiles.’
It was for this reason, even when Big South East Peace faced great disasters, these structures’ overall profiles could be relatively easily preserved.
After all, no matter how intense the fire, the stone walls and mud-fired tiles could not easily be destroyed.
The eting room was spacious and bright, with rows of open windows allowing for high visibility inside.
In the center of the room was a long table, surrounded by chairs.
At this point, all the chairs were filled with individuals eagerly looking forward, anticipating the arrival of Luo’er and Zisu.
“Sorry for the delay…” Seeing that everyone was waiting for them, Luo’er said with a tinge of guilt.
“Mr.
Luo’er, no need to be polite.
Please, take a seat,” Linglan, who was sitting in the chairperson’s seat, waved her hand nonchalantly, indicating for Luo’er to sit down and speak.
This style of eting originated from the High-peak people, who not only taught the Demon Clan how to organize new troops and fight but also imparted many modern tactics of combat command, including this eting format.
“I am honored to have received Linglan’s appreciation,” Luo’er said as he sat down in his chair; still feeling nervous, he looked towards Linglan and spoke.
“Don’t say that, Mr.
Luo’er.
You are the greatest contributor to our Yao Clan’s revival.
Without you, where would we be today?” Linglan smiled, though it was unclear if she was endorsing Luo’er’s modest attitude.
“You flatter …” Luo’er bowed slightly and then quickly quieted down.
Taking the opportunity, Zisu sat next to Luo’er, tilting her head and smiling as she observed him.
This was intentionally arranged by Linglan; she knew that Luo’er was unfamiliar with the other Cabinet mbers in the room, so she deliberately placed soone he knew next to him.
Linglan did not want the Demon Clan’s Cabinet mbers to have too much contact with Luo’er; she was well aware of the Western Continent people’s prowess.
They were not smarter than the Demon Clan mbers but possessed more advanced ideas and knowledge.
Linglan understood that the Western Continent people were a double-edged sword; used properly, they could facilitate great success, but if not handled correctly, they could cause serious backlash.
Therefore, she tried to minimize the contact between Luo’er and other Demon Clan’s Cabinet mbers, to prevent him from conveying unnecessary thoughts to these mbers.
Luo’er’s behavior satisfied her greatly; he kept his word and carried out his duties earnestly, rarely interacting with other Cabinet mbers.
The most frequent contacts he had were, in fact, with Zisu and her sister Ziyu.
With these two sisters, Linglan was essentially at ease, so she didn’t prevent Luo’er from contacting the sisters Zisu; she even intentionally promoted a good relationship, thinking that in this way she could keep Luo’er with the Demon Clan.
When there were strangers present, Luo’er seed very reserved.
After exchanging pleasantries with Linglan, he sat up straight and fell into a prolonged silence, indifferent even to Zisu looking at him.
“Ladies and gentlen,” after clearing her throat slightly, Linglan spoke out loud, “I believe everyone understands why I have called this eting.
If not, I’ll restate the reason.”
She paused, took a deep breath, and said, “A few days ago, the vanguard troops led by Yunji clashed with the private soldiers of the three aristocratic families in the Nine Thousand Battalion on a small scale.
The result of the confrontation has proven that our thod of dealing with Dongsheng’s troops cannot be applied to these private soldiers.
They are much more formidable than Dongsheng’s army.
Now that the three aristocratic families have amassed an army of over a hundred thousand, it looks like they are determined to take West Outer Heaven.
Today, I have summoned everyone to discuss the next plan of action, whether to fight or make peace.”
As soon as Linglan’s voice fell, the chamber filled with the chirping discussions of the Cabinet mbers, these Demon Clan Cabinet mbers whispering to each other, contemplating the issue Linglan brought up.
Linglan pursed her lips, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her gaze involuntarily glanced at Luo’er.
Luo’er remained quiet, at this mont, as Zisu from his side was fiddling with him, and he helplessly tried to stop her.
Zisu and Luo’er were close, so it was common to see her playing with Luo’er.
In front of Luo’er, this young Demon Clan intelligence chief acted like a girl experiencing her first stirrings of love.
Faced with this situation, Linglan subconsciously coughed to signal Zisu to restrain herself a bit and not to overdo it.
It wasn’t that she minded the playfulness, but she thought Zisu’s behavior might interfere with Luo’er’s thinking.
She believed that Luo’er would definitely have his own opinions.
“Governor…” After so discussion, a Cabinet mber looked towards Linglan and said, “We have now taken two-thirds of the land in South West Outer Heaven.
My suggestion is that we could cease fighting and recuperate.
Once we have fully recovered our strength, it would not be too late to strike at them then.”
“If we cease fighting, wouldn’t that an we cannot fully reclaim West Outer Heaven?
How can we then explain this to our fellow Demon Clan mbers…” His words stirred up a thousand waves; the eting room beca lively all at once, with mbers of the Cabinet talking incessantly, so agreeing and so dissenting.
Facing the divergence of opinions, Linglan was montarily at a loss, so she looked at Luo’er with a hopeful gaze, wishing to get so valuable advice from him.
Fortunately, this ti Zisu didn’t continue to hassle Luo’er and instead kept her head down, whispering sothing to him, and it seed that Luo’er might have co up with an idea.
The reason Linglan hoped for Luo’er to express his stance was simply that as a foreigner, he belonged to a third party.
Such a perspective from him would appear more rational and impartial compared to others.
“Are you sure?” After a low-voice discussion, Zisu tilted her head and asked.
“Yes, I am fairly sure,” Luo’er hesitated for a mont, then resolutely nodded.
“Okay, then I’ll say sothing,” Zisu paused, then raised her head to look around at everyone, and said in a loud voice, “My suggestion is, unlike fighting against Dongsheng’s troops, this war can be fought slowly, but it must not go unfought.
One of the slogans for the establishnt of the Southern Yao Race Federation is to drive out the invaders from West Outer Heaven.
If we compromise with the invaders at this critical juncture, it ans we will lose the legitimacy of our rule, the public will no longer trust us, which would be a fatal issue.”
As soon as Zisu spoke, Linglan nodded in satisfaction.
Not only her, but even Zisu’s sister Ziyu kept nodding in agreent.
Obviously, this argunt was likely conceived by Luo’er, albeit spoken through Zisu’s lips.
It must be said that Luo’er had a comprehensive view of things.
From the beginning, Linglan had never considered a truce; the primary purpose of calling this eting was how to fight, not whether to fight or not.
“But if we drag it out…” a Cabinet mber said with concern.
“Regarding these three aristocratic families, even if it drags on for thirty to fifty years, they will not beco significant,” Zisu said with a faint smile, her tone laced with sarcasm.
“You must understand, they are rely aristocratic families, not the Dongsheng Empire.
They want to establish themselves in West Outer Heaven, but everything must be done by themselves.
However, their lack of unified distribution leads to inefficient developnt.”
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