Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 501 Chapter Honor Student

After Xiahou Yan and Julia Minetoska finished their business and left the "Real Bernabeu" club, he first brought the unconscious Alexios back to the "Harbor of Rest" tavern and entrusted him to the Rose City agent "Tuna".

In fact, according to Yulia Minetoska's opinion, Alexios, the waste, should have been killed with a knife in the "Real Bernabeu" club - anyway, the "Inferno" Chamber of Commerce has already elected the next president, and keeping the former president who is considered to have been "dead" for a long time is not only useless, but also will cause trouble.

  However, Xiahou Yan was not a devil after all, and did not adopt Yulia's suggestion:

No matter what, as the president of the "Inferno Fire" Chamber of Commerce and the white glove of Frost Maple Ridge, Alexius has at least made contributions and contributed to the lord. Xiahou Yan is not cruel enough to take the life of a former subordinate for the sake of efficiency.

Repaying kindness with kindness and repaying grievances with grievances has always been Xiahou Yan's life creed. Alexius has never made him unhappy, so why should he wield the butcher knife against him?

However, he was still deeply impressed by Julia Minetoska's profit-oriented, ruthless way of doing things.

He made up his mind that even if he really had to hand over the foreign trade affairs of the Soul-Splitting Wasteland to this demon girl in the future, he would definitely send a few more military statistics bureau agents to supervise strictly:

It's okay to play with a woman like Julia Minetowska, but if you really open your heart to her without any precautions, you will be eaten alive by this vixen in the end.

Although it was dark and the streets were empty, when Xiahou Yan returned to the "Resting Harbor" dragging a large sack, he still scared "Tuna" who was busy wiping cups.

  The Whitehall agent couldn't understand why the other party wanted him to help look after a sleeping demon:

He is an agent, not a jailer!

However, Xiahou Yan was too lazy to explain to this guy. He just said "This is the arrangement of the higher-ups" and walked out of the door, holding his nose, so as not to waste time by continuing to pester him:

Intelligence warfare works like this: all agents have to do is find a way to obey orders and stay behind enemy lines, but leaders and superiors have a lot of things to consider.

After leaving the "Resting Harbor", Xiahou Yan took out a palm-sized octagonal wooden board from his bag.

  If there was another person on Earth at this moment, he would definitely exclaim:

Isn’t this the kind of Bagua compass commonly used by street fortune tellers?

Of course, the wooden board in Xiahou Yan's hand only looks like a Bagua plate.

  Its true identity is the positioning device "John Vichy Tracking Hexagram Disk" developed by the Manhattan Laboratory of Frost Maple Ridge!

The John Vicki Tracking Hexagram Plate, designed by Xiahou himself, looks like a Chinese object from the East, but its underlying principle is not Feng Shui prophecy, but the pure Haven magic. Specifically, the working principle of the John Vicki Tracking Hexagram Plate was actually inspired by the "Hercules" missile in the Empire's Molten Valley:

Just as the Empire's Hercules missiles can track the magic crystals that are paired with their rhythms, the "John Vich Tracking Disc" can also use magic runes on the disc to continuously indicate the geographical location of the crystals that are paired with it.

In other words, as long as the magic crystal is placed on a specific target, the "John Vich Tracking Plate" can continue to point to the target's location even if it is thousands of miles away. Its sensitivity and efficiency are comparable to a compass tracking the North Pole, a paparazzi tracking a celebrity, or a pirated website tracking the latest chapter of an online article just released by a writer.

A few hours ago at the "God-given Blade" exhibition, Xiahou Yan had already taken advantage of everyone's inattention and secretly slipped a crystal with the rhythm of the "John Vicki Tracking Hexagram" into the bodies of several federal orc officers who were concentrating on appreciating their equipment.

Yes, the reason why he was interested in the "Divine Blade" exhibition was to have the opportunity to get close to the group of senior federal military officials attending the exhibition.

——As for the in-depth exchanges with Miss Yulia Minetowska backstage at the trade fair, they were purely spontaneous and unexpected...hmm.

In any case, a mere demon merchant, no matter how handsome he is, is not worth Xiahou Yan wasting too much energy on.

Compared to the chance encounter with Julia Minetoska, the real treasure unearthed on this trip was now quietly lying in Xia Houyan's hands.

"Show location." Xiahou Yan said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small, azure rune arrow slowly rose from the center of the "John Vicki Tracking Plate" and then hovered ten centimeters above the plate.

The floating rune arrow pointed firmly to a location in the northeast of the upper city.

——As expected, this is where the federal officer carrying the magic crystal went after the trade fair.

  Xia Houyan narrowed his eyes and confirmed the direction indicated by the arrow again and again;

Then he pulled out the bloody metal crowbar from his waist.

……

General Damian Wakema looked gloomily at the flickering oil lamp in his office.

The lamp had been broken for two or three days, but Damian Wakema had not asked his lieutenant to find someone to fix it.

He felt that in today's Thorn City, a broken desk lamp was probably the most insignificant trouble facing the Glorious Federation.

Light. Dark. Light. Dark.

As the desk lamp flickered on and off, the entire simply decorated command room changed from bright to dim, bright to dim.

General Damian Wakemar's resolute and slightly sad face flickered between light and darkness.

There was a short, solemn knock on the door.

Damian Wakema had been waiting all night for this knock on the door.

  He reached out and shook the lamp to stabilize it temporarily, then raised his voice and said:

"Come in."

The door opened.

A thin but quite shrewd looking orc officer poked his head out of the door. It was Damian Wakema's own chief lieutenant. "You're back so late. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Damian Wakema nodded indifferently to the lieutenant. "Is everything okay?"

"No." The adjutant walked into the office and closed the door quietly. The click of the door echoed in the empty military corridor outside. "It's just that those demons held a lot of boring ceremonies and auctions at the trade fair, which delayed us."

“Auction?” Damian Vekoma raised his eyebrows. “What’s being sold?”

"What we're selling is precious, beautiful, useless junk," the adjutant concluded with a shrug.

“Ah,” Damian Vekoma smiled. “It seems that what they are selling is faith.”

The two looked at each other for a moment and smiled knowingly.

The adjutant unbuttoned the collar of his military uniform, walked to Damian Wakema's cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and took out a can of gurgling Rose City coffee.

“There’s hot water in the kettle.” Damian Wakema gestured with his hand. “It’s so late, I know you’ll need some coffee.”

The adjutant nodded gratefully, picked up the kettle on the table, and began to make coffee.

Although Damian has been smoothly promoted to deputy commander of the "Desolate Watch" Division of the Glorious Federation, and is considered a top figure even in Thorn City, where many orc generals gather, this young general still does not put on airs. It is even difficult for others to imagine that he is actually from the supreme Wakemar clan and is the nephew of the captured former Federation commander Dalton Wakemar.

Back then, the adjutant started out as Damian Wakemar's attendant and rose through the ranks with him in the military, and it has been nearly twenty years now.

He knew in his heart that although Damian, who was in his early thirties, seemed a little too young for his rank of general and position as deputy division commander, the strategy in this young general's mind was no less than that of any predecessor of the Vekma clan.

The adjutant skillfully brewed coffee with Damian's kettle, gave one cup to Damian and one to himself, then sat down on the leather chair opposite the desk and let out a long, tired sigh.

"Have you seen all the equipment displayed by the Wave Chamber of Commerce at the trade show?" Damian asked, "How is the quality?"

The adjutant knew that the reason why the young general sent him to the "Real Bernabeu" club to attend the trade show tonight was to get the answer to this question.

He put down his coffee cup, thought seriously, and answered:

"The equipment is of good quality, even among the products of the demons. Of course, General Siegfried would definitely not like these demon goods..."

"Siegfried despises anything that is not a Federation product. Even if we put the equipment from Frost Maple Ridge in front of him, this old man will still insist that the orcs' equipment is better." Damian sneered sarcastically.

General Siegfried is the commander of the Desolation Watch Division and the immediate superior of Damian Wakemar and his lieutenants.

According to the adjutant, Damian had always shown little respect for General Siegfried, and General Siegfried, who was known for his hot temper, had been willing to suppress his anger and tolerate Damian's rude attitude, perhaps out of respect for Clan Vekoma.

Sometimes the adjutant really doubted whether the military commander and adjutant of the "Desolation Watch" division, who had completely opposite temperaments, could work together in a truly critical moment.

“It’s a pity that the old guys in charge of logistics in the military also think that the price offered by the Wave Chamber of Commerce for that batch of equipment is too high…” Damian pinched his brow anxiously, “…They can’t understand that these demon merchants are not philanthropists. They must be making a fortune by risking the equipment to Thorn City at the critical moment of war! If they are not willing to pay this money, then what will be lost is not money, but the lives of the soldiers…”

"In fact..." The adjutant hesitated for a moment and told the rumor he had heard, "...I heard that the Blood Council is considering using force to take over the equipment from the Wave Chamber of Commerce without spending a penny."

"They're crazy!" Damian opened his mouth and then said angrily, "The Wave Chamber of Commerce is a demon clan industry! We've already been messed up by the Imperials in the Burning Crystal Canyon. Do we have to provoke another southern hegemony, or even a potential ally, just to save military expenses?"

The adjutant shrugged, indicating that it was not his idea.

"I need to write a letter to General Walker. He is in charge of military expenditure and logistics, right?" Damian grabbed a stack of parchment from the table, picked up the ink pen, and began to write quickly with a hint of impatience.

“Excuse me…” The adjutant knew that he could open up to Damian Wakema because of his relationship with him. “…If you had agreed to take over the position of commander-in-chief instead of giving it to your cousin Eric, there wouldn’t be so much trouble now…If you were the commander-in-chief of the Federation instead of a deputy division commander, even General Walker would have to listen to you.”

"Uncle Dalton was only captured, not sacrificed. He will come back one day, and even cousin Eric is only acting as the commander-in-chief when uncle is away." Damian stopped writing and said seriously, "Besides, I have the affairs of 'Desolate Watch' to worry about now."

The adjutant sighed helplessly.

  He had to admit that Damian had a point: since the war had focused on Thorn City, several federal inland divisions had already entered Thorn City, and the former commander of the "Desolate Watch" division, General Siegfried, had to spend most of his energy on coordinating the various legions and organizing defenses;

As for the training and management of the "Desolate Watch" Division, during the period when General Siegfried was unable to handle all the tasks, it had to be handed over to Deputy Division Commander Damian Wickmar.

The war had a lot on everyone.

"So, after I have contacted General Walker, I will trouble you to go to the Real Bernabeu Club and discuss the arms purchase with Miss Minetosca." Damian said in a deep voice, "Every batch of resources on the eve of the war is priceless. We must get this batch of equipment."

  The adjutant nodded reluctantly and said through gritted teeth:

"…Damian, there is something I think you need to know. When I went to the 'Divine Blade' exhibition, I noticed that Branch President Yulia Minetoska seemed to be less enthusiastic about selling equipment to us."

“'Not as enthusiastic'?” Damian asked in astonishment. “…What does that mean? Didn’t she beg us to buy the equipment several times before?”

"I can't really say..." The adjutant scratched his head, "but I feel like she's not as eager to finalize the deal and get the money as before, it's like..."

A loud noise coming from outside the window suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two officers.