"City of Generosity" Bayam, Governor's Mansion.
"Do you need me to refresh your memory, Deputy Director Qonas?"
Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt was of average build and didn't appear particularly robust.
His military uniform was immaculately pressed, with red sashes at the shoulders and hanging medals, golden cufflinks harmonizing with matching epaulettes.
He had no beard, his eyes were azure blue, carrying an undeniable powerful authority.
When he spoke, the in his tone seemed capable of commanding everyone to freeze in place and obey his will.
That's right, Admiral Amyrius was a military demigod, Sequence 4 of the Arbiter pathway, a Imperative Mage.
He casually carved the steak on his plate, yet his voice was sharper than the gleaming knife in his hand.
"The Sonia Sea has always been our navy's sphere of influence. Since when could MI9 get involved?"
"Clang, clang."
The knife scraped against the porcelain plate, and the sound made the governor sweat even more.
"Heh."
The navy admiral's heavy pressure didn't transmit to Qonas.
This tough-looking man swirled the golden liquid in his champagne glass, his expression relaxed.
Amyrius's seemed to encounter some degree of distortion around him.
"General, we have no intention of competing with the navy for spheres of influence."
This Sequence 4 Earl of the Fallen of the Lawyer pathway smiled.
"It's just that to complete His Majesty the King's mission, we had no choice. I hope you'll understand."
"His Majesty's orders were for us to cooperate with MI9, not for you to ride on our heads."
Amyrius said indifferently, placing a piece of steak in his mouth to chew.
Compared to the steak, he looked more willing to bite through Qonas's neck.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
"Hehe... Such a fine banquet, how can we not have good wine?"
Governor George Negan seemed to talk to himself as he stood up.
"I'll go to the wine cellar..."
With that, he turned and slipped away, leaving these two important figures and their respective attendants staring at each other in the dining room.
"So you're saying you're unwilling to let MI9 personnel board the warships?"
Qonas said.
"Boarding the warships is fine, but the navy has its own rules. You can't be in command!"
What the two were arguing about was actually control over the operation.
You should know that the royal family controlled half the military, but the other half was held by various families, and the Rieveldt family was one of them.
As a representative of the family, he naturally had to obtain more benefits for himself.
"Overall, this matter is a good thing.
If it can really be achieved, those pretentious kings and admirals will all be brought to justice, and the navy's strength will grow as a result."
Qonas persuaded. "Why give up the big picture over small matters?"
"Of course I know it's a good thing, but I'll say it again: the navy must take the lead."
Amyrius wouldn't budge.
Really stubborn...
Seeing this situation, Qonas couldn't help but shake his head.
It seems I can only say what that person instructed.
"Vanst, you all go out."
He signaled for his attendants to leave the dining room, and the admiral across from him glanced at him before also slightly raising a finger, having his secretary lead the guards out.
"General, your brother, Governor Auston Rieveldt of Oravi Island, has been discussing some matters with you recently, hasn't he?"
After clearing the scene, Qonas spoke in a casual tone.
"Crack."
Amyrius's steak-cutting motion imperceptibly stopped for an instant.
This subtle change would be undetectable to ordinary people. But for a Sequence 4 demigod, it wouldn't be missed.
This instant of hesitation was enough to explain many problems.
As expected, it works.
Qonas's expression didn't change, but he sneered slightly in his heart.
Just as that person said, although Amyrius appears cold and stern, he actually values family and kinship.
As long as you leverage that matter, it's enough to make him give in!
"His Majesty feels that perhaps Governor Auston could relinquish his position as governor and return inland to serve as an official.
What do you think?"
He continued.
"..."
Amyrius set down his knife and fork, raised his head, and looked over expressionlessly.
After a moment, he sighed almost imperceptibly.
***
Above the gray fog, the gathering was gradually coming to an end.
Finally, The Magician Fors shared some information she had obtained from a friend.
"The Third Princess Sophia has disappeared?"
Justice Audrey said in surprise. When this Feysac royal family member visited Loen, she had seen her multiple times at balls...
She disappeared too?
Silas frowned slightly.
Red-haired Elaine from the Sauron family, Sophia from the Einhorn family... If you add a descendant of Medici, you'd have gathered all the descendants of the Hunter angel families...
"Why would Feysac's princess disappearing get Loen's attention?"
The Hanged Man Alger asked in a deep voice, his heart full of confusion.
"I do have a guess."
The Hermit slowly spoke.
"According to some rumors, the current Feysac Emperor's health isn't particularly good.
And Sophia's position in the line of succession seems to be quite high."
Huh? Is that so?
After hearing this, Fors gasped. This matter involves the throne?
Then I'd better persuade Xio not to get involved... It's too dangerous...
After this, everyone had nothing more to share.
"Then let's end here for today."
Mr. Fool at the head of the table chuckled softly.
"Your will is our direction."
Everyone rose to pay their respects.
As crimson pillars of light surged up one by one, each person on the benches was sent away.
Even Mr. Fool himself left, leaving only two people at the long table.
The World Klein and Temperance Silas. The transmigrators' small meeting had begun.
Just like last time, the two shared their experiences from the past week with some reservations.
Klein had arrived in Bayam, killed the Admiral of Blood's first mate and his subordinates, and had recruited a spirit world creature as a messenger.
As for Silas, needless to say, his deeds had already spread across the Five Seas.
"Klein, about the red-haired Elaine matter."
After the two relaxed a bit, Silas said seriously, "What do you plan to do?"
"What, do you have ideas?"
Klein sat up straight.
"Yeah, that woman is obviously from the Demoness Sect, likely connected to the Great Smog incident and the royal family."
Silas said coldly.
"I was already planning to search for her whereabouts, but I didn't expect her to deliver herself to me... If you plan to follow the red-haired Elaine lead, I think we can cooperate."
"No problem."
Klein nodded.
The Great Smog incident was also a shadow in his heart that wouldn't fade.
"Then I'll start the preliminary investigation first. If I get accurate intelligence, I'll definitely contact you immediately..."
At this point, he paused, seemingly with a smile in his voice.
"Using the messenger I just recruited."