Knight's Blood 45 (Urban Life Adult Novel)

221 Falling into a Trap

The waves rushed onto the beach and then quickly receded.

When the sea water receded, small boats were stranded on the beach. The people on the boats immediately jumped off and pulled the boats onto the beach with great effort.

The beach was now crowded with people, both men and women, all of them looked extraordinary and obviously not ordinary people. The group standing in the front had already put on life jackets.

"Hurry up and move faster." Several knights were commanding.

Those who had put on life jackets were obedient and ran towards the boat desperately. However, they were a little panicked while running, and several families were separated, so they were shouting loudly.

"Everyone on the boat, sit down and stop running around. You will all be together once you get on the big ship." A knight shouted loudly.

If it were in the past, his words would certainly have fallen on deaf ears, because every one of those who boarded the small boat was of prominent status, came from a wealthy family, and was a close confidant of His Majesty the Emperor.

But the situation is different now. Escaping is the most important thing, so these originally arrogant people now obediently obey the orders of the knights in charge.

Soon all the small boats were full of people. The sailors who had just jumped off the boats pushed the small boats into the water together. Then they climbed into the boats, picked up the oars and started rowing.

On the shore, another group of people were let in. The knights who maintained order distributed life jackets to these people and asked them to help each other put on the life jackets.

There were more than a dozen large ships parked on the sea two hundred meters away.

The draft of these ships was too deep, so people had to be transported from the shore in small boats in this way.

Many people had already boarded the ship at this moment. Most of them were exhausted, so they lay down on the bed as soon as they entered the cabin.

The cabin was very low, and people who were slightly taller couldn't even stand up straight.

Such a low space has to be divided into two beds, the beds are also very narrow, and people who are a little bigger find it difficult to even turn over.

But those who were able to get on board did not show any dissatisfaction.

Because everyone knows that it is not easy to get up here.

Now that the alliance is doomed, His Majesty the Emperor has decided to withdraw to the open sea. After all, the number of people that can be taken away is limited, and of course the more useful the better. So out of the 70,000 places, 50,000 are taken by knights, which is more than half. There are also 10,000 technicians, so there are only 10,000 places left.

In Sobey, many people were scrambling for a spot.

No one wanted to stay.

Once the alliance attacks, ordinary people may be fine, at most their lives will be a little harder. The knights will be fine too, as this is the norm in all previous wars. The knights will also be divided up as spoils of war, which is one of the reasons why the strength of the victorious side will expand rapidly in all previous wars.

The people who suffer the most are those who work in the government like them. Once the war is over, the victorious side will settle accounts with them.

This is true in every war.

The reason is very simple. First, these people are worthless, neither knights nor technicians. Second, they have lucrative jobs in the government, and it is wartime, so everyone has reaped a lot of benefits.

For people like them, there are only two options. Either surrender and sell out the country in exchange for one's own life and interests, or escape and be able to avoid the post-war hunt.

If we had started the first path a few years earlier, perhaps it would have been successful. But it is too late to start opening up the joints now. So they can only choose the second way.

The cabin was noisy at the moment, and it was dark and stuffy, making it really uncomfortable. However, no one wanted to go out for a walk. Besides being very tired, those who boarded the ship first were more worried that their berths would be occupied by those who came later.

When they came on board, they were told that there were limited berths on each ship and at least one-third of the people would have to sleep on the floor.

I could only lie down, and we all knew that it was still early for the boat to leave, so apart from sleeping, I could only chat with the people next to me.

"Finally I can leave. When I was in Sobe, I was worried about bombs all day long."

"Yes! No need to worry anymore, but... it's a pity for my estate. I'm afraid we won't have the chance to set foot on the mainland again in this lifetime."

"If you don't want to leave, you can stay. I believe many people would give up everything just for these few places in your family."

"You're right. We are lucky to be here. It's thanks to Prince Metro's accidental death that we have the opportunity to leave so early. Otherwise, we don't know how long we would have been here!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around him suddenly became quiet.

Although everyone feels the same way, this topic is too sensitive. To put it bluntly, this can be considered disrespectful to the royal family.

Even the person who said it felt a little regretful.

…

On a hill a few kilometers away from the coast, Heinz looked at the beach in the distance with a telescope in his hand.

There was a large group of people standing around him, and about ten meters away there was a long table with a map on it. A dozen staff officers were gathered around a map, discussing the evacuation.

This group of people does not only include members of the General Staff. There are people from the Guards, Intelligence Department, Quartermaster Department...all kinds of departments.

Heinz was standing closer to the edge of the cliff. Next to him, a guy with a pointed face and monkey cheeks was also looking through a telescope for a long time. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the efficiency of the retreat.

"This speed won't work," the man sighed.

"Don't worry, when it's the troops' turn to evacuate, there will be a pontoon bridge here." Heinz's tone was very flat, and it was obvious that he didn't have a good impression of the guy next to him.

"Since there is a floating bridge, why not build it now?" The guy with a pointed face and monkey cheeks seemed to be ready to call for an explanation.

"This is what His Majesty meant." Heinz glanced at the guy next to him.

Sure enough, that person didn't dare to say anything more.

No one dared to question the emperor's thoughts, especially at this time, because everyone was worried that they might touch some sensitive nerve of His Majesty.

So now he can only rely on himself to figure out what His Majesty means.

The man immediately thought that maybe the emperor did not intend to take away so many useless people.

At the beginning, he felt that it was meaningless to give 10,000 places to these people. If it was replaced with 10,000 knights, it would definitely make people feel more at ease. Giving away so many places can only be done to reassure people, in addition to showing your majesty's kindness and magnanimity.

Now it seems that the emperor has other plans. The 10,000 places offered were completely fake, and were given in order to give everyone a glimmer of hope so that people would not be completely discouraged. Now we have tricked all of them into this remote place where there is no village or shop nearby, and are delaying time in an inefficient way. By the time the Emperor sets out and all the troops that need to be taken to the sea are withdrawn, these people will no longer be of any use.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is the only possibility.

The man felt a sense of fear. Knowing this secret is not a good thing. He now regrets causing trouble for Heinz just now, otherwise he would not have known these things.

"Just treat it as a fart. You didn't say anything and I know nothing." The man, contrary to his previous arrogance, became unusually polite to Heinz.

He glanced at the Heavenly Knight standing behind him.

At this moment, the two of them were standing in the "world" opened up by the Heavenly Knight. People around them could not hear their conversation at all, but the Heavenly Knight could hear it.

"Don't worry, I will pretend that I heard nothing." The Heavenly Knight said coldly. He also disliked these villains around the emperor.

"Where is the floating bridge you mentioned earlier? I'll go take a look." The man knew that he was not welcome, so he found an excuse to run away.

As soon as this person left, a middle-aged red-haired man came over. This person was George V's confidant in the confidential room of the General Staff Headquarters, and was also one of the first people to be won over by Heinz.

Heinz couldn't get too close to these people, as that would arouse suspicion. It was definitely a bold and creative idea for him to come up with this idea.

Generally speaking, if you want to discuss confidential matters, you have to find a place that is unknown to others. How could it be discussed in such a public place? What's more, the people here are very complicated, including those from the intelligence department, the emperor's confidants, the quartermaster department, and the guards.

Heinz undoubtedly caught the emperor's blind spot and did this. Otherwise, given the close surveillance he is now under, once he disappears from the surveillance, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of George V. His Majesty has already suffered betrayal once and is extremely sensitive to such things. He would rather kill the wrong person than let the guilty go.

"This monkey finally left." The red-haired middle-aged man looked at the back of the pointed-faced guy and shook his head with disgust.

Although he was also a close confidant of the emperor, that person belonged to the most disgusting category. Others only sought wealth and glory, but he desperately stepped on others to climb up. If he didn't do this, it seemed that his ability could not be demonstrated.

"Have you arranged your people?" Heinz raised the telescope and covered the sides with his hands to prevent others from seeing his mouth moving.

"Everything is ready. Among the ten newly formed legions, at least four are completely under our control. When the time comes, as long as you find an excuse to transfer the four legion commanders away, our people can take over the army. There are also many of our people in the other six legions."

The red-haired middle-aged man was in charge of the go-between work, and he was in charge of contacting those Iron-Blooded Knights who had just been successfully trained. In order to avoid suspicion, Heinz did not interfere in that area at all.

"When do we start?" The red-haired middle-aged man couldn't help asking. After all, he was not a real soldier, and it was not easy for him to wait until now to ask this question.

In his opinion, the time is ripe.

Originally, George V planned to evacuate people in several batches, but because his second son, Prince Metro, was killed in the bombing, the emperor felt that Sobey was no longer safe, so he ordered the evacuation plan to be launched.

Because of the escape of a large number of his confidants, Sobey has already fallen into paralysis at this moment.

The remaining officials, even those who had been the emperor's confidants, knew that they were being abandoned because they did not get any quotas, so they all made other plans. It can be said that people's morale had completely dispersed.

Also because of Prince Metro’s accidental death, George V felt that he was not safe and that danger could strike at any time. So now, not only did he hide in a hideout in the mountains all day, he also transferred all of Sobe's high-ranking knights to the valley to guard him. At this moment, Sobe only had two brilliant knights in charge, which was absolutely empty to the extreme.

"The time has not come yet." Heinz said calmly. However, unlike George V, he would definitely give reasons if he denied other people's ideas, and would not let others guess, in order to show his wisdom: "There are so many powerful people around George V. Even if we occupy Sobe, we can't hold it. So before we take action, we must transfer those people away first."

"How is this possible?" the red-haired middle-aged man screamed. Fortunately, the surroundings were covered by the "boundary", otherwise people outside would definitely notice something unusual.

"Nothing is impossible. The emperor will not tolerate anyone stronger than him. Now some countries in the alliance have surpassed us in strength because they suffered smaller losses. He must be feeling uneasy. This is our chance." When Heinz said this, his expression looked extremely gloomy.

…

In the valley outside Sobe, in a shelter carved out of the mountain wall, George V sat quietly in the shadows, where he felt safe.

He hadn't slept for a long time, and every time he was about to fall asleep, he would see a flash of knife falling from the sky and cutting him in half, just like his unfortunate son.

A knock on the door woke George V from his drowsy insomnia. He rubbed his sore eyes, turned on the light next to him, and said, "Come in."

The person who came in was the Marquis of Rockhild, the chief minister of the palace.

Since the death of Prince Metro, there are only a few people who can meet His Majesty the Emperor directly. The court steward Rockhild is one of them. He can be said to be the person George V trusts most besides the queen, princes and grandchildren. His level of trust is even higher than that of Heinz.

Because of this, George V now appointed him as a liaison officer, responsible for conveying his wishes and receiving general officials. Only people of Heinz's level would be welcomed in and summoned by the emperor himself.

"Your Majesty, I have asked the intelligence department to send out assassins as you wish." The court steward, Marquis Rockhild, first reported on the progress of the mission.

Just this morning, His Majesty the Emperor gave him a list. The first person on the list was Lich, followed by Lich's parents, and then the members of Team 105.

No one can tell clearly whether this assassination mission was arranged to avenge Prince Metro? Or is Your Majesty trying to eliminate the fear in his heart?

But one thing is certain, it is definitely not an easy task to assassinate the people on the list.

Not to mention Litch himself, if he was so easy to kill, the alliance would not have ended up like this. Litch's father, as the president of the Second Monstock Republic, is also strictly protected. As for the members of Team 105, they are all high-ranking generals with good strength and stay in the army all day.

More importantly, the intelligence department knows the current situation of the empire better than anyone else. They all know that the empire is no longer viable. No fool would anger Litch, who ranks in the top ten of the alliance, at this time.

Marquis Rockhild knew very well that this was an impossible task, but he would never say such a thing to His Majesty the Emperor.

"I understand. Let them do it with all their heart." George V seemed powerless. He had given the order on impulse in the morning, but now he had come to his senses.

Putting aside whether it will succeed or not, the easiest target to achieve on the list is Litch's parents, but they are not Litch's biological parents at all. It is well known that the guy was created in a laboratory.

His Majesty the Emperor was very doubtful, whether Lich would feel sad if the couple were assassinated? But one thing is certain, Leach will be very angry.

When George V regained consciousness, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. He was afraid that if the assassination was successful, it would anger that guy instead.

Litch has a history of assassinating Arno. This guy has always held a contemptuous attitude towards the rules of knights, and it is entirely possible that he would respond with assassination.

Whenever George V thought of Litch's inhuman abilities, the strength of the lineage to which Litch belonged, and the mysterious swordsmanship of the Sword Saint Max, he felt as if a sword tip would suddenly pop out of his chest at any time.

But it is definitely too late to take back the order now.

George V regretted deeply in his heart.

"Is there any movement from Heinz's side?" The emperor decided not to talk about the topic that had been worrying him.

"The Chief of Staff is arranging a retreat to the open sea in the south, but he has just contacted me to ask for your opinion on the plan." Marquis Rockshield said carefully. He was well aware of His Majesty's vigilance against Heinz. It was not just the Chief of Staff. His Majesty now had a strong distrust of all commanders who held military power, and he even had doubts about the palace guards and the Royal Guards.

Knowing the character of His Majesty, the palace steward only wished for his own safety and did not dare to show any intention of giving advice.

"Plan?" George V seemed a little confused. It took him a long time to remember that Heinz had indeed given him a plan.

Marquis Rockshield knew that His Majesty had been in a bad mood recently and could not remember things. Even if he remembered, he would easily forget them. So he reminded him, "The Chief of Staff is worried that after our strength is greatly weakened, our former allies may have some ideas. Therefore, it is necessary to weaken their strength, especially in terms of high-end military power."

"Oh——" George V suddenly realized, he finally had some impression.

If it was half a year ago, he might still be suspicious and repeatedly consider Heinz's intentions, but now he would not think too much about it. Even if Heinz did not have that intention, he would never let go of his former allies. He had offended all his allies so deeply that the hatred between them even exceeded the hatred between the alliance and the coalition.

"Do as he says! Call all the people, especially Taman, only he can deal with Katein." The emperor's mind became clear temporarily.

"Taman... I'm afraid he can't do it alone..." Marquis Rockshield hesitated and didn't know how to start. This would definitely enhance the prestige of others and destroy his own spirit, but he had to say it. If he couldn't kill Carterin, the consequences would be very serious.

"I know. I will make arrangements." George V looked extremely tired, but this time he did not hesitate. If Carter were still alive, he would not be able to sleep or eat well.

There was one thing he never dared to tell anyone else, not even his close confidants like Marquis Rockhild. The relatives of the West Sea Overlord were originally under house arrest in a secret place, but an accident had happened before, and all those people died. The cause of death was poison in the food.

No one knows who did this, maybe it was an ally, or someone within the alliance, or even some ill-intentioned guy in the country, but one thing is certain, Carter will never let it go.

This is an irreconcilable blood feud.

According to the rules of the Knights, Carter can use any means to seek revenge, and no other rules are binding on him.

A Saint-level strongman who has gone mad and is determined to seek revenge is definitely a terrifying existence.

…

The Alliance's side was filled with doomsday scenes, but the situation on the Allied side was quite different.

The continuous heavy rain still made it difficult for the army to move, so they had to take a temporary break. However, as the outcome of the war had been completely determined, the recent battles were definitely getting easier and easier.

Shortly after the Battle of the Alsis River, the countries on the Eastern Front declared unconditional surrender. At this time, the Allied Eastern Front troops had occupied Mosia, the capital of the Bickner Republic.

The wars on the Eastern and Western Fronts are all over, and now only the central front countries led by France remain.

But for Leach, the war was over.

After a round of bombing on the capitals of the countries along the alliance's central line, he had nothing more to do.

The current bombing has more symbolic significance than practical effect, so after bombing all the capitals of various countries, the Alliance has never carried out similar attacks again, but only sent a few reconnaissance planes over from time to time to drop some leaflets.

Li Qi, who had nothing to do, had absolutely no interest in staying in the small town of Bama all day. Although there were beautiful women by his side and the scenery here was nice, it rained all day. In addition, apart from looking for Misra, he only occasionally went to bed with Lolalis, which was too monotonous.

So he simply said goodbye to everyone and slipped away under the pretext of inspecting various places.

According to Litch's true intention, he certainly wanted to go back to Monstock, after all, that was his home. The problem is that he came out under the name of inspection, so he must go around everywhere.

After some hesitation, he chose Dire Dawa as his first stop.

The performance of his spiritual armor was not much better than other spiritual armors, but no one could match its speed. It took him only six hours to get from Bama to Dire Dawa, which was more than 9,000 kilometers. He even landed once in the middle to replace the energy crystals.

Looking down at the earth from the sky, Hedar's figure has appeared before his eyes.

To Litch's surprise, he saw two more railways extending from Hedar, one to the north and one to the south.

This should be the large railway that was originally planned to run through the entire Kunta Gumgunt Desert.

In his memory, the construction of this railway should not start until the end of the war, but now the time is obviously much earlier.

After walking around Hedar, Litch felt that the city seemed to have changed compared to the last time he came here.

There seem to be more farmlands outside the city, the new city area seems to be more lively than before, and the old city area is much cleaner, completely different from the dirty and cramped appearance it was a few years ago.

Lich was flying in the sky and had already received the report below. In fact, Mihayyan had been waiting there for a long time. He was not the only one waiting. The nominal monarch of Dire Dawa, Dayetila III, was also waiting there.

So when Litch landed on the roof of the new Knights headquarters building, a grand welcome ceremony was waiting for him.

Mihayon was the first to greet him. After a warm hug, the old man patted his two artificial legs and said, "Thanks to you and Jarad, I can finally walk again."

Upon hearing this, Litch immediately understood.

The old man was using these words to tell him that the people of Dire Dawa would never forget his help.

"Nice to see you again." Dayetila III next to him seemed much calmer than before. He was fifteen years old now, the same age as Lich when he first awakened. However, in this desert, fifteen years old meant adulthood. At the beginning of the year, he officially became the monarch of Dire Dawa, so he could no longer call Lich "you".

"Me too. The war will be over soon and we can meet often in the future." Litch was now speaking politely in a series of sets of words.

"I heard that you killed one of George V's sons?" After all, Dayetila III was young and not used to such a rigorous atmosphere, so after the opening remarks, he immediately returned to his nature.

"I didn't know he was a prince at the time. I just saw a car passing by below, so I naturally slashed it with a knife..." Litch said it very easily, as if it was just an accident.

Of course he couldn't say it, because as soon as the car appeared, several spiritual armors quickly started up and tried to go over to meet it. It was this point that made him sure that the person sitting in the car was an important person.

"King George V has no reaction?" Mihayian asked with concern.

"Of course there is a reaction. This guy made a hit list, and my parents and I are on the list." Litch didn't care at all.

He had just learned of this before he set out, and George V gave the order in the morning.

That is to say, in just a few hours, the news had leaked. There is absolutely only one possibility, that is, as soon as the alliance's intelligence personnel received this order, they immediately contacted the alliance.

It is obvious that the alliance's intelligence department is also looking for a way out. In this situation, who would be willing to sacrifice their lives to carry out such a dangerous mission?

"It's better not to be too careless." Mihalyon had to give some advice, but it was also out of courtesy. In fact, he didn't think that anyone in the current alliance would be so loyal.

Coming down from the roof, Mihalyon led Litch through the corridor and into a nearby building.

That is the House of Elders, and it is also the place where offices are held and envoys from various countries are received.

In the past, every time Litch came to Dire Dawa, it was for military affairs, and he was naturally received by the Knights Headquarters. This time he had no special purpose, so Mihayian invited him to the Elders' Council.

All the insignificant people had left, and the only one left with Lich was him, Dayetila III, the special envoy of the desert countries to Hedar.

Those envoys were also familiar with Litch.

Since they were all familiar faces, the atmosphere naturally became much more relaxed.

It was already a bit hot in Dire Dawa in June. In order to entertain Litch, Mihayyan had someone bring some ice stored in the winter, so the room was unexpectedly cool.

The hall was also quite gorgeous. The floor and walls were covered with mosaics, the pillars and beams were all painted with gold, and the ceiling paintings were obviously from a famous artist.

Li Qi looked around, his eyes full of surprise.

Naturally, people around him would not think that he was stunned. Litch went in and out of Parkington and the Omore Palace as easily as going to his neighbor's house. What kind of luxury and extravagance had he not seen?

"Do you think it has a bit of a nouveau riche vibe to it?" Dayetila III asked somewhat embarrassedly. This was actually what he was thinking in his heart. When this hall was first decorated, he strongly opposed decorating it like this, but he couldn't convince others.

"This is not for outsiders to see, but for ourselves to see. Looking at these, you can know that we also have the opportunity to live a good life." When Mihalyon said this, he sounded a bit like an old farmer.

Although Litch had this feeling, he didn't really regard the old man as an old farmer or a bumpkin.

This luxury is obviously for other countries in this desert to see.

People who see all this will indeed feel like nouveau riche, but for a group of people who have been poor for a long time, what could be more enviable than being a nouveau riche?

Those countries that originally followed Dire Dawa's footsteps, when they see such a hall, will certainly follow more closely besides being envious, and those countries that were originally ambivalent will certainly feel itchy, and even if they do not join in immediately, they will come closer.

"It seems that you have gained a lot on the Western Front this time." Litch joked. He had heard Dina and the others say that after this group of desert people entered the countries on the Western Front, although they did not sweep away everything like they did before, like a swarm of locusts, they still took a lot of things.

"Having a war to fight and being able to win it does have many benefits." Mihayian didn't care and actually nodded repeatedly.

This battle on the Western Front did indeed bring them a lot of benefits. They no longer cared much about things like gold and silver. What really made them earn a lot were the large number of machines and workers.

For other allied countries, ordinary workers are absolutely looked down upon, and only senior workers, technicians and engineers will be snatched away. However, for the desert countries, anyone who can operate a machine is a talent, and anyone who can repair a machine is even more of a talent, and all countries will scramble for it.

The desert countries were originally very backward, so once these workers arrived and the factories were established, the people here immediately felt a huge change.

In the past, most of the houses in Hedal were built with rammed earth. Only places like the royal palace, the knight headquarters, the council of elders, and the branch of the Armor Makers Council were built with stones. Now we have bricks, cement, and steel bars. New houses were built one after another, solid and beautiful.

In the past, people here used pottery jars and clay basins. Now, a small number of families use porcelain or glass utensils. Most families are not so wealthy, but they can still use galvanized iron utensils instead of those broken things.

This is change, a change that is visible and tangible, a change that makes people full of longing for the future.

"However, there is one bad thing about the looted things. They are too messy." An envoy complained nearby.

In the past, when everything was lacking, anything that was available was good, just like when Dire Dawa lacked armor, so all antiques were treated as treasures. But when there were too many things, people started to be picky.

Seeing someone speak up, Mihayen immediately chimed in: "Yes, we do have a lot of machines now, but there are all kinds of models, which are not very convenient to use. What's more, some machines are thick and big, which is a waste of materials... In fact, we think the machines produced by your company are very good."

This time, all the special ones nodded.

Litch immediately understood that these guys had been going around in circles for this very thing.

At the beginning, because the Rossotho people were restless, Litch once threatened publicly that he would use economic means to make the Rossotho people suffer. One of the means was that he planned to design a large number of lightweight and material-saving machines based on the characteristics of the Rossotho people's rough and clumsy machines, so as to impact the Rossotho people's traditional market and make their machines completely unsalable.

This was originally a threat, but after proposing it, he suddenly realized that this was actually a good way to go.

Years of war have left all countries with extremely scarce resources, and reconstruction requires a large number of machines and equipment. Therefore, for the same machine, the more material-saving it is, the more popular it will be. Saving materials also means it is lighter in weight, easier to transport, and definitely cheaper.

Now that I have a good idea, I would be doing myself a disservice if I don't put it into practice. The only thing I need to consider is not to cause misunderstanding among the Rossoto people and make them think that I am going to deal with them. So after he designed more than a hundred commonly used machines, he let Ariana deal with the three empires and Capecchi.

Litch did not participate in the whole process at all. He only knew that the Rossoto people were responsible for the materials, Capecchi and Monstock were responsible for manufacturing the parts, and then they were transported to assembly plants in various countries for final assembly. These assembly plants were also responsible for the maintenance of the machines.

This cooperation plan spanned the entire alliance and involved more than 40 countries. The results were indeed good. Those machines were very popular and orders were pouring in. According to Ariana, the orders were already scheduled for three years later.

"Try your hands on those machines first. Don't worry if they break down. You can just recycle them later. As for the machines you want from Ariana's business, that's no problem. But I'm afraid we can't do it in the short term. Omor's orders are the largest, and we can't handle their needs even if we focus on them now."

Litch did not lie, but he did not tell the whole truth either. The person in greatest need was not Omore, but Rossotto. Only one-third of Omor's country was destroyed, while most of Rossoto's cities were reduced to ruins.

When Mihayian and the envoys heard Lich say that they had to secure Omor's order first, they stopped arguing. It was obviously unreasonable for a vassal state to fight with the suzerain state for things.

Li Qi felt that he had to throw something out: "I have nothing to do these days, so I'll help you make a plan! Actually, you already have a lot of things in your hands."

Mihalyon and the envoys certainly welcomed such a proposal.

…

There was a piece of white paper on the drawing board, and scattered on the ground around it were finished drawings and densely written plans.

Litch acted quickly. He had just promised Mihayian to help the desert countries with some planning, and he started working immediately as soon as he arrived at his room.

He worked so hard not just out of personal feelings, but for another purpose.

Make plans for the desert countries. If Mihayyan implements the plan, then in the next ten years, Dire Dawa, Omor, Capecchi and Monstock will be closely tied together.

Although Dire Dawa and Monstock had formed an alliance a long time ago, he believed that such a relationship would be more reliable if they were united because of their own interests.

Time passed unknowingly in the busyness and the night gradually deepened.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a moment later, Mihayyan's voice came from the door: "Can I come in?"

Litch had already heard that it was not just Mihayian who came, but there were several other people following the old man.

"Come in." Litch did not stand up to greet him, not only because of his high status, but also because he was busy with Dire Dawa at the moment.

The people outside the door obviously knew this, so they opened the door and walked in without any hesitation.

Mihayian did not come alone, he was followed by Jarrad and Arodo.

When Li Qi saw A Luoduo, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You came here from the front line specifically, right?"

"They want to play the emotional card, so they urged me to come here. I have no choice." Arodo didn't care and said whatever he wanted.

Mihayian was definitely thick-skinned enough, and even though Arodo made his intentions known to him without any reservation, he still acted as if he didn't care.

"You are really efficient. In such a short time, you have produced a lot of things." The old man picked up a planning sheet from the ground and began to look at it.

Jarrad was intrigued by Mihayon, and he also bent down to pick up a few things.

Arodo was not interested in all this, he was still a pure knight. Although Mihayian intended to train him as his successor, he was never interested in politics.

However, he knew that what was going to be discussed next should be known to as few people as possible. So he turned and closed the door.

Lich didn't feel strange at all about Mihayian's arrival. During the day, there are many people talking and many things cannot be said in detail. Now that it is late at night and everyone is asleep, it is a good opportunity to discuss things.

He looked at Mihayyan, while the old man was reading the planner with great interest.

After a long time, the old man turned his gaze back to Litch and sat down on the cushion next to him.

"I came here to get your support. All the countries in Kunta Gumgunt feel that this is a good opportunity to get rid of our current poverty. The question is, how far can we go?" Mihayen sighed, "In fact, everyone knows that only by uniting can we go further, but when it comes to uniting, everyone has their own plans."

"Understandable." Li Qi nodded. He had seen too many things like this. When Monstock was in danger, the alliance did not help. In the following years, everyone had their own calculations. It goes without saying that the Rossoto Empire disregarded the unity of the alliance for its own interests. Even between Parkinson and O'Moore, there were calculations and schemes.

What he knew best was that every benefit Monstock got was obtained in exchange for corresponding interests. Even though he and Annelia had such a close relationship, Monstock did not gain any advantage from it.

There may be friendship between people, but there is definitely only a relationship of interests between countries.

"There are two opinions now. We and a few close countries believe that we should establish a federal state, but other countries only want to establish a confederation. There are even some countries that think the current state is good enough." Mihalyon expressed his worries.

"What can I do?" Litch felt strange. He didn't think he had any say in this matter.

"Actually, it's very simple. All countries are now looking for partners. Several countries in the north even went so far as to risk their lives to approach the Rossotho people, while other countries tend to cooperate with Omor and Monstock." Mihayian did not say what he wanted Litch to do, but the implication was that he hoped Litch could reject those people.

"This is impossible. Moreover, I believe that no matter how good your relationship with Emperor Carlos is, he will not agree to such a request." Lich refused directly. If they did so, it would be tantamount to recognizing that Dire Dawa was the suzerain state of the Kuntagumgunt countries.

Mihalyon was not upset about being rejected, as this was what he had expected.

"What I want is the right of first refusal. As long as we can offer it, Monstock will consider us first. This should not be difficult to do, right?" He made the second best choice.

Li Qi thought about it and felt that such a request was a bit excessive. No businessman would do such a stupid thing as selling goods to only one company. Even a wholesaler would find five or six buyers.

However, this is not completely out of the question. After all, in the years after the war, all countries needed to rebuild, and many things were not enough to supply their own countries. Anyway, the quantity of things was not large, so they were only supplied to one company and focused on taking care of old customers. This is understandable.

"Five years, only five years. After five years, most of Monstock's production should have been restored. By that time, no matter how many orders there are, we can satisfy them. I can't restrict businessmen and factory owners from making money." Litch said.

Mihalyon and Jarrad frowned. Five years was neither a short nor a long time. They were not confident that within five years, they could develop Dire Dawa to the point where all the surrounding countries would yearn for it.

"I don't quite understand why you want to establish a federation so much? Is it just to satisfy your desire to be the boss?" Litch asked puzzledly. He didn't know Mihayian very well. The old man hid himself very deeply, but he still knew something about Jarrad. Jarrad is definitely a man who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

Hearing Litch's question, Mihayen smiled bitterly, and Jarrad on the side quickly explained: "We have no choice. Don't look at our current glory. Dire Dawa can be what it is today because several generations have worked hard. In fact, in this area, our conditions can only be regarded as medium and lower among all countries. It's not that Kuntagumgunt has no resources at all, the problem is that we don't have any. And those countries with resources can't bear to see us getting richer and richer, and have already united with us privately."

After hearing what he said, Litch finally understood everything.

I'm afraid Mihayian doesn't care about those resources.

Dire Dawa is one of the victorious nations and will certainly receive rich rewards after the war. It will be absolutely easy to get a few mining areas from the Western Front and the Corridor. Moreover, as a caretaker country, Dire Dawa has the priority right to purchase the resources of the protected country. For at least half a century, Dire Dawa does not need to worry about the problem of resource scarcity.

In all likelihood, what the old man really cares about is the union of those countries.

"Behind those countries is the Rossoto Empire," Jarrad added.

This was completely within Lich's expectations. Dire Dawa had Omor's support behind him, and Monstock was helping him. If he wanted to fight against such a combination, he could only seek support from the Rossoto Empire.

"They are simply courting death." Litch shook his head. He didn't know whether to say that the leaders of those countries were stupid or whether he felt helpless about it. After a long while, he finally made a decision: "I have no intention of intervening in the internal disputes of Kuntagumgunt. But I can help you re-plan. In five years, I guarantee that you will be able to leave other countries far behind. What to do next? It's up to you."

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222 Final Conclusion

A car was speeding in the heavy rain, with waves spreading out to both sides in front of the car.

The man sitting in the back of the car looked a little gloomy, with a briefcase on his left hand side.

The car drove straight into a small town and finally stopped in front of the town hall.

A burly old man was already standing at the door of the town hall. He seemed to be around fifty years old, with short gray hair, deep eye sockets, and a pair of eagle eyes that were bright and sharp.

Seeing the car approaching, the old man opened the door and got in immediately. When he came out from under the eaves, heavy rain fell on him, but the rain slid down his body and onto the ground, as if his body was covered in oil.

The car started away immediately and was out of the town in the blink of an eye.