Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Tell Tina? Why?" Kant frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

- How can I say such a ridiculous thing!

It's all my ancestor who suddenly appeared and gave me such a bad idea...

I don't know why, but I would agree to such an outrageous request...

She met Kant's eyes, turned her face to one side, and stammered: "Yes, this is the case, the Silvermoon Council will definitely sit back and watch you suffer heavy losses. If you want Muyue to send troops, there must be enough reasons to let them There is no way to object, Bi, after all, you are an outsider, and you are still an enemy—dang, of course, only those old stubborn elders would think so, but you have to convince them..."

When the Phoenix King said this, his face was already flushed, and he whispered: "So, if you are your own elf, they can't find an excuse to object. That is to say, you, you and...you and me..."

When she said this, her voice suddenly became louder, and she gave Kant a stern look: "Of course it's fake! Fake! Don't think too beautiful! I, I, this is to fight against the star palace, for the sake of the overall situation, only Made such a great sacrifice! You have to thank me!"

After finding a very reasonable reason for herself, Derrella successfully deceived herself, her shame and her lips became sharp - of course, she was following the script.

Just repeating the unscrupulous instigation of a certain ancestor.

Derela said with a guilty conscience: "So, it's just a false claim that you have the power of the forbidden spell in your hand, you have the amazing cake of paradox elements, and you have also displayed more and more amazing alchemy skills and sea and air force. These things have already been Enough to tempt the council..."

Kant's expression was subtle: "If you can deceive them for a while, what will you do later?"

Hearing this, Derrila raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Why, do you still want to be... Bah, do you still want to take it seriously? How can there be such a good thing, you bad human, don't be too greedy!"

She took a few deep breaths, raised her fingers, and said, "In short, it's okay to drag it, anyway, as the enemy, the star palace has become clear, according to the records of the old history books, the mortal world will not be able to stop in the future, Muyue was originally with you. In-depth cooperation, exchange of technology, exchange of resources, joint operations - you can be a little more generous, get some good things to stop the mouth of the parliament, that's all..."

Kant pondered for a moment and said, "But for you, this is a bit..."

This means that Derela, as the queen, has to bear enormous pressure from the council.

The queen snorted: "You bad human still have a conscience, I don't care... Of course! This kind of indifference is not what you think! Listen, this is for the peace of the mortal world and the dusk moon. The sacrifice made! It has nothing to do with you!"

—Wait a minute, are you laughing?

Kant's heart moved, and he finally had a little bit of pressure. He didn't say anything he shouldn't say, but lowered his head and said, "Anyway...Thank you, it's really helpful."

It is always reassuring that the most powerful hegemonic country in the world is willing to send troops to help.

The smile in Derrella's eyes flashed away, and then she seemed to think of something, and sighed in a low voice: "But even so... Kant, you have to be prepared."

"What to prepare?"

"Muyue is far overseas." The Phoenix King said softly, "Even if the council approves, I won't send the fleet to directly participate in the battle. You can also see that even if the golden fleet fights that monster head-on at sea, there is no chance of winning. , it is the overlord of the sea, and we are the heirs of the earth."

She looked at the map hanging on the wall: "If I were to direct this battle, Kant, I would place the battlefield in the Far Harbor - evacuate the people of Far Harbor to the interior, gather troops, deploy spell positions, and deploy heavy demons. Guide, wait for the monster to approach, and launch an attack with a strategic-level combined spell and magic guide."

Derela approached the map and pointed to the far port area: "I have observed that this sea area is a shallow water area. If the giant beast is close to this place, use the magic device cluster and strategic alliance spell to separate the sea water and force it to drain. Nearby water, exposing it directly on the seabed, trapping it, and then it's a lot easier—even what you're best at, right?"

She smiled back.

But seeing Kant's face is not happy, his face is thoughtful.

The fire thief sighed: "Put it near the west coast... If he can't be trapped, just repel him, there will be endless trouble, and if he fakes a shot, he will go to attack other cities first..."

Derrella shook her head: "Kant, war always involves risks and sacrifices. You must get used to this kind of thing, because similar attacks, challenges from outside the sky, there may be more in the future..."

Kant looked at the queen: "Is there a better way?"

The queen's eyes widened: "Isn't this the best way? You want to kill him in the sea?"

"right."

"I can't do it." Derela said decisively, "You have seen the defense and ability of that monster. Even with the national strength of Duyue, it is impossible to kill him halfway. Our strategic weapons and ancient weapons Can't get this far from home either - believe me, can't do it!"

She took two steps forward, grabbed Kant's arm and shook it: "Even according to your ideal assumption, the Dusk Moon, the Empire, and the Council immediately responded to your call for help, and dispatched the strongest force to help the battle, preferably the only one. The method of warfare is what I said, evacuate the civilians and use the far port as the decisive battle point."

"Prepare early." Delilah sighed, "You have to get used to it, or it will be more painful in the future."

Kant didn't speak.

"Fortunately the beast didn't show extreme speed against its size. I observed it there for a while, and it was expected to arrive at the far port in thirty hours at the earliest - because he had to maintain his pomp and show his victory and Pressure, so choose to float at sea."

Derela said softly: "I want to go back to the Dusk Moon, the Silver Moon Council needs me to persuade me personally, you give me a piece of the teleportation beacon, then you may need your alchemy aircraft to send the Royal Mage Legion to the far port, just in time. Let the elders of the council see for themselves the value you can bring..."

Kant took out a gold coin, attached a space beacon, and handed it over silently: "...Thank you."

The queen felt sour in her heart and sighed silently. She didn't speak, but just stretched out her hand to hold Kant's shoulder, shook it a few times, patted it again, and immediately walked outside the tent.

War is destined to have casualties, sacrifices, and costs. This is something she has already understood—as the price for understanding this kind of thing, she grieves and weeps for a long time before she becomes strong.

And at this moment, she realized that Kant would also go through such a process.

Because of this, she felt powerless, sad and distressed.

Kant stood in front of the map and was silent for a long time: "Horus, what do you think?"

Transformers replied: "I agree with her idea... Father, your plan is too risky and will put you in an extremely dangerous situation. We should be safe."

"But these people..."

Kant listened to the voices outside. This is a temporary camp near the airport. The people who come to work are sweating hard, laughing and cheering. They work with longing and longing for the future.

He whispered: "I promise to let them live in peace and happiness, but now..."

Horus said, "It's not your fault, father, we'll rebuild their home."

"What would they think of me and this matter?"

"They'll still respect you and love you, if not, I'll let them."

Kant smiled bitterly: "I told them a few days ago that food prices would remain stable. I told them yesterday that if you work hard, you will have a radio and instant noodles, but now, I tell them that a sea monster is coming. Attack the far port, they must evacuate their home..."

Having said this, his voice became low: "It's a shame, I don't even know how to say it - you say, will they think that I attracted the sea monster? Will they hate..."

"-Father!"

Horus' stern voice planned for Kant's whispers.

"Don't think too much," he said. "You did nothing wrong. Don't care what fools think. If you really care, I'll make them shut up forever."

Transformers said lightly: "Please make a battle plan and plan..."

At the same time, outside the tent, Hong San stopped Lily, who was trying to get in.

"Please let Your Highness be quiet for a while." He said seriously, "If you really have time to spare and are very concerned about His Highness, please continue to ask for Dragon Island's assistance."

Lily glared at Hong San and hummed, "You seem to know him very well."

Then turned away.

Hong San glanced at the tent, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

Then the worry turned to an icy haze.

He came to another tent, where Querion, the captain of the Evergreen Song, was waiting—the last of the flights had landed successfully, and they were greeted with great enthusiasm.

"Captain Querion." He cupped his hands.

The five big and three thick elves also saluted solemnly: "Mr. Hong San."

Hong San was surprised - Hey, this elf is very polite.

Querion murmured in his heart—this person is the right hand of His Royal Highness Kant, the soul of Valentine's guards, and the destroyers also respect him. Maybe I can try to start with him.

The two exchanged a few words of courtesy, and Hong San said directly: "There is a big thing, I have to ask Mr. Captain for help. I know that you are very tired after the war..."

Querion immediately waved his hand and said, "I'm not tired, I'm not tired! Please say whatever."

- so attentive? What is the plot?

Hong San was suspicious, but after thinking for a while, he glanced at the paradox bracelet on Querion's right arm, and chose to tell the truth: "You saw that monster with your own eyes, it is heading for the far port, and it was made by His Royal Highness. Before deciding, I think the situation in Far Harbor must be stable, that is to say, those civilians who witnessed the monster must be separated and isolated, at least until things are settled, they cannot be allowed to talk nonsense..."

In the final analysis, there are still too few trustworthy forces.

Valentine's guards are loyal, but not numerous enough to do the job.

Considering the lord's close relationship with the Phoenix King, these elves are the most trustworthy.

Especially the group that followed His Royal Highness back from the Broken Isles.

Querion heard the words and suddenly woke up.

"Understood! Mr. Hong, what are we going to do?" The elf showed murderous intent and stretched out his hand to hack, "Why not..."

As a pure bloodthirsty elf man, and a cold-hearted and decisive soldier like the navy, he has no pressure to kill a group of short-lived species full of leaks.

"No, His Highness doesn't like it."

Hong San said solemnly: "Captain Querion, I just want to ask you to lead the soldiers to isolate the last few groups of refugees who have returned, and focus on monitoring. If there are people who spread fear and spread rumors..."

He paused for a moment, then said murderously: "The first warning, tell them that His Highness has his own arrangements, and if they repeat offenders, don't let them have the opportunity to speak."

This decision, Hong San still has it.

The elf captain led the way.

Hong San stayed for a moment, slowly exhaled, glanced in the direction of the master's tent, and sighed softly, he understood the unease and hesitation in His Highness's heart, and also knew what he was going to face.

"Since ancient times, people are stupid, superficial, impulsive, ungrateful..." He whispered, "Sometimes, Your Highness, when you treat each other with sincerity, they may not return it with sincerity, at least in the history books, I think this is the same in this exotic land, but..."

He made a fist.

- I won't let the ungrateful **** jump out and get in the way, that's my responsibility too.

The warmth in Hong San's eyes was replaced by Ling Lie's blade.

He returned to the tent, summoned the secretary, and quietly issued orders, one after another.

In this way, after about an hour, Hong San, who was working with his head down, suddenly felt the wind blowing in front of him. It seemed that someone had opened the tent door, and he said casually, "What's the matter..."

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice entered his ears.

"Sir Hong, you have a high position and authority, and you are so majestic."

Hearing this sound, Hong San trembled as if struck by lightning. He raised his head in disbelief. The light outside the door shone brightly. Standing there was an old man with a wide robe, long sleeves, and white beard and hair.

"Master... Master..."

His voice trembled, and in an instant, tears filled his eyes.

Hong San took a few steps forward, bent over and bent his knees, and was about to bow down, but his expression changed immediately.

The knees that had been bent suddenly straightened, and the movement changed from kneeling to deep bowing.

The old man looked at the incompetent scoundrel and sneered: "Yo, good memory, good manners, since I was expelled from the master, I don't have to kneel."

Hong San said in a low voice: "Master forgives the sin, the disciple has sworn to the lord that he will never kneel again in this life."

The old man looked at Hong San in front of him and stayed for a moment.

"Fuck."

Daogu Xianfeng turned into a look of astonishment: "How did he do it?"

Hong San looked dazed for a moment, then smiled softly: "It's hard to say a word."

The old man seemed to be stunned by this shocking fact. After being silent for a few seconds, his face suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand to hit: "The old man has not brought you back for so many years, you motherfucker..."

Hong San subconsciously wanted to hide, then he stopped, closed his eyes and waited for a fight.

"—That's all."

The old man said angrily: "It's also a good thing for the ruler and the minister."

He walked to the desk, Hong San subconsciously gave way, the old man sat down in a big way, glanced at the official document on the table, and sneered: "Naive."

Hong San lowered his head and said nothing.

"Your lord is in trouble, right?" He picked up a few official documents and glanced at them, and then he looked disgusted and abandoned his shoes, "Stinky word - a big bag, a strong and competitive everywhere, and now I'm suffering. Bar."

Hong San protested: "It's not that the lord is competing for the best, it's really the nobles who oppressed the people, the lord has pity on them, and fights for all living beings..."

The old man said with a yin and yang anger: "You have always been very accurate. You should not be deceived by hypocrites. From this perspective, Kant is really a saint - he has not been killed by a dark arrow yet, which shows his extraordinary skills."

Hong San sighed: "Master, please don't talk like that when you meet His Highness."

"What do you mean? What's wrong? With the lord, did you forget about the master?"

"No..." Hong San said in a low voice, "I'm afraid you'll be so angry that you will be scolded by him."

"Oh, it's interesting." The famous Aurora official who had crossed the ocean from the East and kept his name anonymous raised his eyebrows, "I called him a lesson to the younger generation, and he called me disrespectful to the elderly, disrespectful to the elderly, but I want to beat him."

Hong San lowered his eyebrows and said, "This..."

"Why, could it be that your master has a lot of knowledge in martial arts, and this old man is not an opponent?"

"No, Master, the lord has quite a few confidantes. If you summon him to fight him, you are afraid that your fists will be hard to beat..."

"...he was beaten by me, and he called his wives to help him get revenge. Aren't you afraid of losing face?"

"I'm afraid I'll be proud of it."

"…"

Hong San apologized and said with a smile: "Anyway, after we meet, let's talk about it, both of you are outstanding people in the world, like stars, shining in the world, the lord has a mysterious origin, extensive knowledge, and compassion for others. You should talk to the master. Very happy, as a confidant..."

The old man stared, "Who said I was going to meet Kant?"

"Master." Hong San sighed, "If you didn't want to help, why would you show up?"

The master was about to fight, and the apprentice consciously leaned over.

"...I'm too bold, hum, the old man will not entangle with you." He said coldly, "The highest peak thirty miles north of Qilinjiao, the old man lives on the top of the peak, you ask Kant to go there to see me, and you are not allowed to use any magical means, No tricks are allowed, you have to climb to the top with your hands and feet, and I'll wait for him there."

Hong San smiled bitterly: "Master, there's no need for this..."

"What? What's wrong? Let me try. What's wrong with him?"

The old man said sarcastically: "I, Dong Tianming, still can't afford this kind of respect? Do you know how hard it was when the first emperor invited me out of the mountain? Three times, three thousand children, Shili Hualu, the first emperor led a horse for me. , treat him with respect - I don't want to make a fake name, I don't want him to show any pomp, and give him some rare treasures. Tactics and tactics?"

Hong San looked confused.

In fact, in all fairness, with the ability of the master, this test is really not worth mentioning - he knows very well that if His Highness is recognized by the master, the benefits will be innumerable.

But... after getting along with His Highness for a long time, he felt that Master's request was a bit strange.

He didn't know if His Highness would agree, but he knew one thing.

That is, His Highness will definitely say to himself in private: "I'm afraid your master is not a fool."

He still wanted to persuade him again, so he heard the master say, "Let's do it like this."

Suddenly a white light flashed, and the old man turned into a spot of light and dissipated, leaving only a paper figurine swaying in the air, falling to the ground, and making no sound.

Hong San stayed for a moment, stomped his feet, went out and ran towards His Highness's tent.

"temple…"

He opened the tent door, but found that it was empty, with a note on the table.

"I'm going back to Danfeng Lucerne, and Tina is looking for me for something."

Hong San frowned and left the tent, looking at the blue sky, suddenly feeling very tired.

Then, footsteps came from the side, and there was a shrinking shout: "You, who are you?"

He turned his head when he heard the words and saw two women approaching. The one in front was a woman of about forty or fifty years old, with a stocky body and a kind face, while a young woman was hiding behind her timidly and cautiously. Looking at Hong San.

Hong San noticed that the middle-aged woman had a red armband on her arm.

He immediately understood the identity of the other party.

In order to effectively resettle and manage the refugees rescued from the Broken Isles, Kant recruited many people from the Far Harbor. He specially instructed a special recruitment process, that is, to recruit middle-aged women with good reputation and high prestige in each street area. These women are knowledgeable and experienced in various ways, very good at enlightening and comforting others, and are thoughtful and considerate of the many deficiencies and needs of refugee resettlement.

He said gently: "Good day, Madam, what can I do for you?"

The woman said vigilantly, "Are you from His Royal Highness Kant?"

Hong San raised his hand and shook his bracelet.

The woman immediately breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, then looked around vigilantly, took a few steps forward, and said in a low voice, "I think... how do you say that..."

The young woman behind her whispered, "Reflect the situation."

"Oh yes yes yes!" said the aunt with the red armband, "I want to report a situation to you!"

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PS1: Update... 3,000 words are still owed, and it will be paid by the end of the month.