Count Dooku stood there for a long time. This time, the instructions given to him by Darth Sidious were unacceptable to him.
He knew the serious consequences of killing Tang Xiao under such circumstances, which might immediately cause the Federation of Independent Systems to fall apart.
Sidious did not give him a solution to the problem, but instead asked him to make it worse.
At this time, Count Dooku suddenly felt something. With a wave of his hand, the door button was pressed, the secret room door opened, and there was a person standing at the door.
It was Tang Xiao!
Count Dooku clenched his fist fiercely, suppressed the urge to cut Tang Xiao into two pieces now, and asked coldly: "Do you have anything to say? Your Majesty the Governor."
Tang Xiao had no expression on his face. He turned over his hand and took out a black communicator and said, "I have contacted Lord Angel of Death just now. He... wants to talk to you."
"The Angel of Death..." Count Dooku paused, raised his hand, and the communicator in Tang Xiao's hand flew into his hand. Then he glanced at Tang Xiao again, "Do you want to participate? This conversation
.”
Tang Xiao smiled slightly, turned around and left, without any intention of staying.
Count Dooku returned to his secret conference room and connected the communication.
A figure also wearing a black cloak, with a sinister air, and even more of a death aura than Darth Sidious appeared in the holographic projection.
"Long time no see, Count Dooku. How have you been lately?" Darth Malthael's gloomy but somewhat joking words came through. It was obvious that he was using a Force mask, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his tone or his face.
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How could Count Dooku be in a good mood? He snorted coldly and said: "I have said long ago that the grievances between you Sith Lords of the previous generation should not affect me! Let alone the Confederation of Independent Systems!
"
Darth Malthael looked a little surprised, "What are you talking about, Count Dooku, I am saving you, don't you know?"
"I don't feel this way at all! I just discovered your secret methods! Do you think you can shake my position by winning over people like Thornhill? Dream!" Count Dooku said sternly.
"Oh, hehehehe... Count Dooku." Darth Malthael mocked, "I did this because I was worried that after you foolishly lost your life, you would ruin the whole process from the beginning of Separatism to the Confederation of Independent Systems.
It’s just more than ten years of hard work.”
"This is impossible!" Count Dooku said.
Darth Malthael sighed, "Do you really think I don't know anything? You're wrong. I know all about your and Darth Sidious's plans. So I've been reminding you to win.
, you must win. Otherwise, you are leaving your life to be controlled by others, but what about you?"
"What on earth do you know?" Count Dooku began to have some bad premonitions.
"Sheev Palpatine is my master, promoted by Darth Plagueis. Naturally, I know everything about him. Likewise, I am also involved in your plan to subvert the Galactic Republic. Naturally,
, I also know everything." Darth Malthael said, "But do you know? There is a big gap between Darth Plagueis's plan and Darth Sidious's plan.
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Count Dooku's face was gloomy.
"Plagues' plan is more modest. He wants to slowly shake the foundations of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order, and then gradually replace them. In this plan, his role is as co-speaker, and then as head of state.
But Sidious's plan is even more radical, and what he wants...is the emperor." Darth Malthael said.
He looked at Count Dooku's expression and said, "As I asked Tang Xiao to tell you, the master of Anakin Skywalker, the chosen son, cannot be you, but can only be Darth Si
Dios himself. According to Darth Bane's rule of two, the Sith Lord has always had one master and one apprentice. What kind of apprentice is better than the Chosen One? And what kind of master is better than the Chosen One?
Which Darth Sidious is more suitable? In this plan, you... are redundant."
The corners of Darth Malthael's mouth turned up slightly, "Look, as a disciple, you are too old and your reputation is too high. As a master, you are too weak. Your understanding of the dark side is not even as good as Sidi's.
One-tenth of Erth. How do you qualify as a Sith Lord?"
"Such confusing words are meaningless." Count Dooku calmed down, "Tell me your purpose straightforwardly."
"For me, the biggest difference between Darth Sidious and me is... for me, you'd better be alive." Darth Malthael said, "Because in this entire galaxy
Among them, only the Confederation of Independent Systems can compete with the Galactic Republic."
"This is exactly what we are doing now," Count Dooku said.
Darth Malthael shook his head, "No, the difference is too big. According to your and Darth Sidious's plan, at the end of the war, the Trade Federation and the Interstellar Banking Association will suddenly withdraw from the war.
, and even shut down all the robots, so that this seemingly protracted war will end in a short time..."
"Then, Newt Gunray, Thorn Hill and others will be assassinated, and then taking this opportunity, their super companies will be divided, acquired, and swallowed up by the existing super companies in the Republic, and finally... become
Larger industrial oligarchs. With the support of these industrial oligarchs, Darth Sidious will establish a powerful galactic republic." Darth Malthael said, "Presumably, he is following this.
Whatever you want."
"It seems like you do know a lot."
"In this plan, the Confederation of Independent Systems is a temporarily sharpened sword. After cutting a few wounds on the body of the Galactic Republic, it has completed its historical mission and can be thrown away. Therefore, what will happen to the Confederation of Independent Systems?
It doesn't matter." Darth Malthael continued, "Darth Sidious will let you kill Mina Bonteri, even kill Tang Xiao, and then create a terrorist attack on Coruscant. Why?
"
He smiled coldly, "Because this is the simplest and crudest way to continue the war, and you don't have to worry about the serious political consequences of doing so - the Confederacy will only live well for a year or two anyway, right? But do you
Have you ever thought about it, after the Confederacy of Independent Systems is destroyed...what about you?"
Count Dooku's expression began to turn serious.
"If the Confederacy is still there, you will still have value. If the Confederacy is gone...you will be nothing. Then, even if we kill you, so what? We can even put all the blame on you, anyway...
...You are already dead." Every word Darth Malthael pierced deeply into Count Dooku's heart.
"What do you want? Do you want me to deal with Darth Sidious for you?" Count Dooku finally asked.
In Darth Malthael's view, this sentence represented that there was finally a gap in Count Dooku's defense line.
He smiled slightly and raised two fingers, "As always, what I do is give the other party the right to choose. So... make a choice?"
"What choice?"
Darth Malthael showed a bright smile, and truly showed it to Count Dooku through the Force mask, "A win-win choice...to make the Confederacy of Independent Systems a long-term, powerful
The government will run it. All your political ideals can actually be realized through the Confederation of Independent Systems, and I will do my best to deal with Darth Sidious..."
He waved his hand, "In the end, you gained a powerful confederacy, and I gained the body of Darth Sidious. It's the best of both worlds, isn't it?"