"Are you sure their trading place is here? Paola?"
"Yes, it's right here, Langton. According to the secret information I received, the evil minister Vashashi is now on this airship, meeting secretly with the largest construct dealer in the federation to discuss an evil deal!
We must find a way to sneak into the control room of this airship, and then turn off the space protection device here. In this way, the reinforcements waiting below can arrive instantly through fixed-point teleportation magic, without giving them any chance to escape!"
On the other side, two men and one woman, three slightly sneaky guys wearing Black Ring Chamber of Commerce staff uniforms, were gradually moving towards the airship's control cabin.
Facing her companion's question, the girl among the three nodded vigorously.
If Anvis saw them, he might be a little surprised to find that he is very familiar with these three people.
Those were Langton who had returned to the Federation, Princess Paola who was rescued by Langton from the 'claws' of Prince Altmer, and the last dragonborn of Her Royal Highness's entourage.
"Don't worry, I used the one-time secret prop given to me by the count to interfere with the magic furnace of the airship. Within half an hour, the abnormal magic flow will continue to flow in the heart of the elemental furnace, making the operation of the entire magic furnace unstable.
Stablize.
This state is very similar to the elemental turbulence that occasionally breaks out in the magic furnace, and the best solution is to wait for the turbulence to calm down on its own.
Therefore, as long as there are experienced fault repair personnel on the airship, they will make a judgment to temporarily suspend the power output of the airship to avoid causing the internal magic power of the energy furnace to be disordered and damaged.
In this way, the airship will stay over this battlefield for a longer period of time, and we can also gain more time for action."
Gently brushing her long hair, which she had temporarily dyed light silver to disguise herself, Paola explained her plan of action.
"Well...it's not that I don't believe you, but is there really nothing wrong with what the count gave you?"
After hesitating for a moment, Langton finally spoke.
After all, there was a lesson learned from the past. Last time at the summit of the heads of the three empires, Princess Paola opened a box, and as a result, she directly called out an existence that even Lord Dark Crow was helpless, almost causing him to confess on the spot.
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"It doesn't matter. Count Pies can be trusted. Vasashi is his political enemy. The failure of this transaction will also be of great benefit to him."
Walking lightly in the airship corridor covered with dark red carpets, Paola's tone softened slightly.
"I understand your worries, Langton, but the last time was really just an accident. My clan uncle was later proven to be secretly colluding with the Esoteric Cult [Yellow Clothes Society], and he has been locked up in the magic-forbidden shackles.
Go to jail.
If there is no accident, he will never be able to see the sunshine of the outside world again for the rest of his life."
"Okay, I get it, Paola, but does our behavior... really make sense?"
Langton looked around and spoke in a low voice with some hesitation.
"Even if we successfully control Vashashi, the war in the Black Feather Kingdom will not end. Without him, it will only allow the next 'Vashashi' to take over again..."
As a middle-level and high-level member of the [Spark] organization, Langton has experienced a lot of intrigues and life-and-death battles until now, and has even personally led several medium- and small-scale local battles.
He is no longer the nameless little boy who struggled to survive with his unrelated sister, but a character with his own name who truly stands on the federal stage.
But as his horizons gradually broadened, Langton became increasingly confused. He didn't know what he was fighting for.
Even though the Spark Organization has the slogan of overthrowing all nobles who oppress the masses, saying that all people are born equal and free, and liberating all civilians in the Yar continent, in fact, according to Langton's observation, most of the time what they do is not the same as other noble lords.
different.
Even though it was Paola's request this time, he could still vaguely see the exchange of interests between a series of noble groups behind it.
They tried to use Paola as a link to obtain his help and overthrow their political enemy Vasashi so that they could share the cake he left behind.
"Of course it makes sense, Langton. Since my father became ill in bed, the Gray Feather Kingdom has experienced too much turmoil. Whether it is my brothers who covet the throne or those ambitious nobles."
Paola shook her head vigorously, with firmness in her soft tone.
"For their own interests, they wantonly started wars, attacked each other, and even colluded with foreign enemies to invade. But in the end, it was the innocent people who paid for their ambitions, lost their property and relatives, and became refugees.
The people of the kingdom can no longer bear any more disasters. We need to protect their safety and resist invaders instead of starting more wars within the country.
After Washashi is captured, people from our group will take over his position, and the war that their side is going to start will be temporarily suspended, and millions of people will benefit from this."
As if aware of Langton's inner turmoil, Paola even stopped and looked at Langton seriously with her beautiful green eyes.
"I understand, Langton, in your view, our action is actually just another power struggle between nobles.
Even if we succeed, it will only delay the time of the war. The nobles who have succeeded will still continue to think of ways to provoke the war without giving up.
But many times, changes and turning points occur precisely during this period. We can make every effort to calm down internal struggles, and then unite to fight against external enemies.
Even if we fail in the end, the war still breaks out. But Langton, every day we postpone the war, those innocent civilians can live one more day, breathe one more day of air, and see one more day of sun.
We are not only buying time for ourselves, we are also fighting for their lives!”
"...Okay, you've convinced me, Paola, I'm actually just a little confused. You're right, our actions and choices affect more than just the things we see in front of us."
Listening to the girl's serious words, Langton nodded with understanding.
"But we have stayed here for a long time, will we be discovered?"
"Rivers?"
Hearing this, Paola looked at the players and followers beside her.
"According to my induction, there are no guards or surveillance magic structures nearby, Your Highness Paola."
The last dragonborn who had been silent until now looked around, a faint green light flashed in his eyes, and then reported.
"Don't worry, my stranger follower has a special perception ability and is extremely sensitive to monitoring his existence. Even if the spy is a being of level seven or above, he cannot escape his sensing."
When mentioning the last dragonborn, Paola looked a little proud.
"Okay, let's go, be careful not to be discovered."
He secretly asked Lord Dark Crow in his mind, and after receiving the same answer, Langton was temporarily relieved.
"Don't be too nervous. There are no high-level guards here. The personal strength of the people in charge of Vasashi and the Black Ring Chamber of Commerce here is also very average. We only need to sneak into the control room as planned and then forcibly close the space confinement method as soon as possible.
Just make a formation."
Princess Paola nodded and spoke confidently.
"No one will find us. Even if someone approaches unexpectedly, Rivers will be able to find it immediately, right?"
"Oh... of course, you are right, Your Highness Paola."
Facing the princess's inquiry, the Last Dragonborn glanced at the side of the panel, where the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room was 100,000+, and suddenly felt a little guilty for no reason.