This may be the most luxurious banquet in the history of Zishi Manor.
It has a history of thousands of years, has the largest and most magnificent building complex in Hades' upper hive, and even has an independent climate and environment system, as well as the strictest security system.
Just recently, all the gentlemen, celebrities and upper class of the entire hive city gathered here, including officers of the local guard, and even the Mechanicus sent two mechanical priests.
However, the real guests have not arrived yet.
Naturally, such a grand banquet cannot be held in ordinary places in the hive city, because those areas do not have enough comfortable gravity, and they are not suitable for the identity of the owner.
Sir Florent Webb, the most prestigious nobleman in the Hades Hive, is known for his right-and-left approach, and is also the elected speaker of the Hive Council. Although the chief executive of the Hades Hive is appointed by the planetary governor,
But the actual power lies with the Hive Council.
Therefore, this knight is the real controller of the hive.
They were about to arrive at their destination. Alex paced back and forth in the cabin. Although the frequency was not fast, the sound of his boots hitting the floor was still as dull as the entire transport plane was shaking.
This plan cannot fail.
He thought anxiously as his feet became heavier and heavier.
"Why so agitated, sir?"
His assistant, Jon Abbott, a trainee political commissar who had just graduated from Chungse College for a year, was standing in the cabin at some point.
"If it fails, then the Hades Hive will lose its last hope."
"Sir, you have done what you can, and everything must ultimately follow the emperor's will."
Although still anxious, Alex stopped pacing.
"Oh, you little brat, you're pretending to be a priest."
The trainee political commissar smiled and handed over a data pad.
"Well, sir, those people have arrived at the scheduled location. Everything went well. They really didn't encounter any obstruction."
Alex looked at the data pad carefully twice and his brows gradually relaxed.
"Okay, okay, there should be no problem with the next step of the plan."
Suddenly, there was a tremor under his feet, followed by shaking, and Alex understood what was going on.
"Let's go."
Taking a deep breath, he took off his big-brimmed hat from the wall, glanced at the eagle emblem on it, then put it on his head and walked towards the gradually descending ramp with his deputy.
The grand hall of Purple Stone Manor covers thousands of square meters. Just from the exquisite decoration on the walls, you can see that the owner has paid great attention to it.
There is also a name here, known as the "Golden Garden". It is equipped with the most advanced air conversion system and purification system of the Mechanicus, which can create almost pure natural forest air, and can also be adjusted to ocean air or plateau air at any time.
It is rarely opened on weekdays, and is only opened when entertaining very, very distinguished guests.
And this time, it was exactly such a guest who came.
"The alien invasion is imminent, and Commissar Yarrick has single-handedly shouldered the responsibility of surrounding the hive. We have no way to help, so we can only prepare some wine and bless the Commissar, hoping that the Commissar can win the battle, attack the aliens, and defend our homeland!"
Sir Florent Webb is a lean and capable middle-aged man. He wears a decent dress, his beard and long back hair are shiny, and his movements are full of aristocratic temperament.
No one would have thought that this seemingly gentle nobleman would be the biggest mastermind behind the underground world of Hades's nest.
The hall was already full of people, all men and women wearing various formal attires. Some of them were nobles, some were factory owners, and some were bureaucrats in the administrative system.
But without exception, the nervousness before the war could not be seen on their faces.
This is also easy to understand. No matter what happens to the hive city in the end, they, the residents of the spire, can use their own private aircraft to escape.
Despair and death most of the time only belong to the residents under the spire.
Of course, this does not mean that they have no losses, after all, most of their property is within the hive.
Looking at these smiling upper class people, Alex stood on the main stage like a star holding the moon, and then he picked up a goblet from the silver tray in the hand of the attendant with a smile.
"Okay, thanks to Sir Webb, let's drink a toast to defeating the alien."
"Yes, yes, cheers."
With a sincere smile on his face, Sir Webb immediately raised his glass, and everyone agreed.
A cup of it is the most precious adult wine, and its value is enough to keep the lower hives alive for several years.
Alex put down his cup and said loudly:
"I am carrying out the duties bestowed by the Holy Emperor to defend this place from alien intrusions. I also need your full help."
"Of course."
Sir Webb took over.
"Hades Hive is also our home, and it is our duty to contribute to defense."
Yarick did not respond, but took a step forward and said loudly:
"Everyone, the aliens are coming fiercely and it is not a problem that can be solved in the short term. We may face a brutal and difficult siege in the future, and there are only two keys to the success of the siege: morale and food."
Alex held up two fingers.
"Morale, we must share the same hatred of the enemy, treat everyone equally, put aside any differences in rank and position, and be determined to die before we can defend the city."
As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere at the scene became quite cold.
But Alex still talked to himself.
"As for food, after the hive city is besieged, foreign aid will inevitably be cut off. The official inventory of the hive city may be enough to support it for a while, but if the siege lasts for more than half a year, then the soldiers will probably have to fight hungry."
Alex turned to look at Sir Webb.
"You must not want to see this kind of scene, Sir, right?"
"certainly."
Sir Webb still had a calm smile on his face.
"If the political commissar needs anything, just tell him."
"Okay, let me make it clear. I am here today. For the follow-up plan to defend the city, Chaodu's private food stocks and food processing plants must be coordinated and distributed. I hope you can donate your money to help."
This sentence immediately detonated the entire hall. Those people were either panicked, sad, or filled with indignation.
"Is he crazy?"
"This is robbery!"
"We must report to the Governor! Call now!"
Alex had already expected this to be the case. He sighed softly, and then raised his voice a tune.
"I promise that these factories and inventories will be returned to you intact in the future, and the empire that has suffered losses will also provide compensation. Everyone must think clearly, if the nest is not protected, the goods, factories, and servants in your hands will
People can’t protect themselves, right? Didn’t the greenskins get cheaper in the end?”
In fact, he can also use violence to force expropriation. This is his power as a wartime commander and political commissar, but that is also the last resort. Once this happens, it means falling out with the entire Shangchao, and he himself has no way out.
At this time, Sir Webb suddenly spoke up.
"That's what the political commissar said."
The smile on his face never seemed to change.
"Recently, General Ares Jacques, the newly appointed commander by the Governor, will take office soon. Why not wait until he arrives before negotiating to resolve this matter?"
For a moment, Alex hesitated.
He really didn't know this news, and he didn't know if the other party was lying to him or if he really had inside information.
But these words really gave the little nobles below a shot in the arm, making their opposition even higher -