Chapter 662: 281 Eyes are not clean anymore
A military-plated hovercar left the mountain villa district, covering the straight-line distance to the main city ahead at near supersonic efficiency.
From a distance, the city’s skyscrapers seed to pierce the sky directly, and to accommodate more people, the city extended downwards, averaging over five hundred ters.
Sotis, human society was just that peculiar.
Clearly, there were so many scenic places outside the city, yet people clamored to get into the city’s core, even if it ant ascending to the heavens or descending underground.
Yang Ming crossed his legs, examining himself in the projection mirror. The crisp suit he wore, along with his freshly washed short hair standing straight, exuded an air of clean handsoness.
Today’s gathering was a chance to connect with several Imperial Nobles.
Yaha Star had almost beco his second headquarters. After leaving Saka Star, Hui Saka rose here, and the White Ghost removed its mask here, accepting the olive branch offered by the Empire.
Perhaps because his mindset had changed, the massive stone known as the Valkyrie hovering above had finally moved aside. Yang Ming subconsciously began to appreciate the scenery outside the window.
The Planet Ring was like a movable cage, trapping this beautiful planet.
The mountains, seas, lakes, and sky seed to retain their original colors, but in reality, they were landscapes crafted by humans using nearly endless energy.
Yang Ming glanced at the empty seat beside him.
Catherine unexpectedly didn’t want to attend the noble banquet, and she sternly reminded Yang Ming a few tis,
“I know how decadent and corrupt the Imperial Nobles are, and I understand your situation. You’re different from ordinary transford people. You need to establish yourself in the Empire’s political circle.
“But I don’t want you associating with those filthy won.
“If during our relationship, you have close contact with other won, I an that kind of contact, you can tell
directly. We can revert to just being friends.
“You fulfill all my fantasies about romance, but I’m destined not to be soone else’s partner. I have my mission.”
Mission…
Yang Ming scratched his forehead, reclining in the comfortable chair and falling into thought.
Was he perhaps a bit burdenso for his girlfriend?
But no, look at Windsor. She’s doing fine, having excelled in her studies with the New Federation, returned to Wind, and joined the Ministry of Finance. Thanks to “my finance minister father,” she quickly beca a little star within the departnt.
But Hera…
These past few days, during quiet tis, Hera’s helpless and hollow eyes often appeared in front of him.
It was as if they had returned to Hera’s chaotic villa, back to that spontaneous holiday when they dared to challenge the New Federation’s secret base.
Yang Ming tapped his watch, opening a text chat with Lyu.
— Lyu still hesitated to delve into the Emperor Star Circle, and using text chat was a way to minimize information transmission and significantly reduce the risk of being hacked.
“How is Hera doing now?”
Lyu: “She is still doing research work.”
“If there’s an opportunity, find an excuse, like needing supplies, to bring her back. I’ll try to counsel her more; after all, the organic food supplies on the ship are limited.”
“Understood, boss. Here is a partial list of the nobles attending the banquet. I could only gather information from their social networks, so it’s not comprehensive, but there are roughly four people worth making contacts with…”
Lyu quickly got into work mode, and Yang Ming carefully viewed the list.
His continually strengthening spiritual power greatly enhanced his mory skills. Although not as retentive as Bryant, rembering this amount of information was no challenge.
Tonight, surprisingly, a grand duke, three earls, and two countesses would attend the banquet…
“Were the Great Nobles of the Empire always so free?”
“No, boss. They’re nobles from outside Yaha Star, having flown over recently. It’s probably Atro deliberately leaking news; his contacts within the noble circles are extrely extensive.”
Yang Ming shook his head with a smile.
This Atro, unable to obtain enemy intelligence, yet gathering an abundance of noble information, might as well establish a Noble Gossip Bureau within the Military Intelligence Bureau, with Lieutenant Colonel Atro as the director, which would certainly be particularly fitting.
Majestic buildings swiftly flashed by outside the window.
Yang Ming began to close his eyes to rest, adjusting his state.
Having witnessed the hard reception of the Empire’s Emperor, he had developed so interest in the social etiquette of these nobles.
…
The New Federation, outside Minter City Star.
A dium-sized transport ship slowly approached the temporary inspection port, submitting its docking application.
Senator Allison stood before the porthole, gazing at the wreckage of battleships floating near the synchronous orbit, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
“Boss.”
A young man behind him murmured,
“The Parliant’s eting ti has been set for this afternoon. Most of the senators who left Minter City have about returned; you’re not the last batch.”
“Alas,” Allison’s appearance seed to have aged several years overnight, “the Empire, the strongest Empire, the strongest White Ghost, isn’t this sowhat unfair?”
The young man didn’t reply, only lowering his head and sighing.
Allison frowned deeply: “I’ve placed all my bets here, but when formidable enemies arrive at our doorsteps, it’s so fragile and inadequate here. The Empire’s Invincible Fleet, the high-rank Insect Swarm outside human civilization, what could be next?”
“Boss,” the young man murmured anxiously, “to be honest, our ho planet might not an much to entities like the New Federation and the Sherman Empire.”
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