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Volume 1 Chapter 402 Reception

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    Chapter 402: Reception

    Stepping on the debris on the ground, Jason and the other three chapter leaders who stayed on the planet walked to the torn mecha.  Jason leaned down and reached out to pick up a broken piece of mecha remains.

    The shimmering fragment was much lighter than he expected. He held it hard and it was slightly elastic. It didn't look like metal, but more like the shell of some kind of crustacean.

    "What do you think?" he asked.  His back was turned to everyone, and no one could see the paleness on his face.

    "The situation is not good for us!" A chapter leader replied coldly.  The other two nodded in agreement.

    Jason felt a haze in his heart, even this fool knew it!  That wasn't what he was asking about.  He began to miss the days when Patrick was around.  If Patrick was here, he must have understood that he was asking these mechas.  He raised his head, and the black smoke blocked the sunlight - Patrick!  I'm afraid he is no longer alive!  Jason let out a long sigh.  Although he has experienced countless life and death separations, Patrick's passing still made his cold heart feel a little melancholy.

    "We have never seen these mechas before," Jason said to himself, "Maybe we should send someone to show them to the emissary."

    Several group leaders did not answer the call.  In their eyes, the emissary was just a coward like Patrick, a coward who had stayed in the human world for too long and became fond of intrigues.  "The battle is not over yet, we can't spare our men."

    "Battle?" Jason looked at the other party funny, "The battle was over before it even started."

    Several chapter leaders looked at each other in confusion. Commander Jason's calmness was unusually manic, and his words were also quite puzzling.

    "A bunch of idiots!" Jason sneered, turned and left, turning a blind eye to the shock, anger and confusion on the faces of his subordinates, "Kill all the secular people in the square, and pass on the order: fight to the death!"¡ª¡ª

    Wearing a tuxedo, Wu Wei was walking in the splendid hall of the reception. He raised his glass and clinked it with people he had never met before. A gentle smile flashed on his face, making people who met him for the first time feel good about him.  This is the third day since they arrived at the Superpower Star, and it is also the second grand reception they have attended.

    The spacious and bright hall, sterling silver trays, dazzling crystal tableware, and various wine glasses filled with red wine carved from extremely pure and flawless energy crystals, the entire banquet hall is shrouded in luxury and dazzling light  ; The long dining table is filled with delicacies from all over the interstellar world, the soft sofas are covered with precious native furs, and the giant supernatural crystal chandelier hanging above the banquet hall is pouring out dazzling colors.  , as well as the beauties of all kinds who were walking through the venue and wearing revealing clothes. Everything made him feel like he was back in his youth, back in the capital star that had not been baptized by the war. It seemed like a long time ago.

    Most of the people walking around the banquet hall are young people, and there are also many important figures from the royal family and ancient families, but it is rare to find spiritual power users.  They probably didn't bother to mix with the secular people, but hid in the lounges on both sides of the banquet hall, whispering and watching indifferently.  The banquet hall was filled with the aroma of fine wine and food.

    After simple greetings, the crowd began to disperse, and people of the same force or familiarity gathered together in twos and threes to form small groups. As time went by and each other became familiar with each other, each small group gradually merged into a larger community.  The family forces from the two major alliances occupy the north corner of the banquet hall. The conflict of national interests does not affect the friendship between them, although this friendship is quite fragile at certain times; the royal forces from the Imperial Alliance occupy the north corner of the banquet hall.  On the south side; some neutral forces gathered in a small area next to the buffet table; Wu Wei suddenly found that he was alone, and it seemed that no one had a place of his own.

    The Republic of Charno is too old. Before the realization of the ¡®republic¡¯, Charno was also named after the empire. The ancient and long history has accumulated too many enemies.  This world is always like this: friendship cannot last forever, but hatred can last forever.  No one wants to see the resurgence of a powerful empire that dominates the world.  Wu Wei chewed the sweet roast meat from an unknown planet in his mouth. The fragrant smell flowed in his mouth, but he tasted nothing.  No one seemed to take the newly rising Free Army in their eyes. The sarcastic ridicule that faintly reached his ears made him angry, but he always had a faint smile on his face.  Most of the families and royal families here have been inherited for thousands of years. Their power is hidden in the darkness that the world cannot see. They control the fate of the entire world. It has been less than three years since the rise of the Free Army.  Most of the reason is because they have a very outstanding leader.

    "Wu Wei? The young chief of staff of the Free Army?"A gentle voice came from behind Wu Wei, and he could feel that the noise in the entire banquet hall seemed to have suddenly softened a lot.  The identity of the speaker behind him must be quite prominent, he secretly guessed.  He turned around gracefully, and standing behind him was a slightly stout middle-aged man. He wore a dazzling variety of colorful ribbons on his left chest, and there were a few unknown creatures stuck diagonally on his right shoulder.  Feather accessories.

    A trace of astonishment flashed in Wuwei's eyes. He recognized the person who took the initiative to talk to him - Tyr Gregor, the plenipotentiary representative of the Tyr family from the current coalition marshal of the empire.  This surprised him quite a bit. Although the Imperials and Charno were currently in a state of truce, they were enemies after all.  Tyr Gregor chose to take the initiative to talk to him at this time, which was obviously a sign of goodwill.  This scene must have fallen into the eyes of other people, but it was extremely strange and unexpected.  The war between the Empire and the Charno people has been going on for several years. Battles involving more than a million people have broken out countless times. The number of Imperial soldiers who died at the hands of the young commander of the Free Army was probably one or two hundred.  All in all, this does not include the death of several famous interstellar generals in the hands of that young man, but the Tire family took the initiative to find the other party. No matter how you look at it, no matter how you think about it, it seems that this matter should not happen.  After a brief silence, the noise in the banquet hall became more intense, and even curious eyes flashed in the lounge.

    "You seem surprised?" Tyr Gregor stared at the bright red wine juice that was constantly swaying in the crystal wine glass, with a cynical smile on his face.

    Wu Wei raised his wine glass lightly, "It's a bit unexpected." There is nothing to hide. Almost everyone in this banquet hall is a sophisticated old fox. They are good at catching things hidden under the surface. When facing them, they can be frank.  Sometimes it's the best response.  "How is Marshal Tier?" Wu Wei asked softly.

    Tyr Gregor smiled and said, "It's not bad. It's just that my energy has not been as good as before recently." This young man was a little interesting. He asked in a very vague way, but he understood what he meant. He wanted to know that he was the one who initiated the conversation this time.  On a whim, it was a request from Tyr.  His answer was also very obscure, but he knew that the other party must also understand that this was Tire's arrangement.

    Tyr Gregor thought of the long conversation on the eve of his departure. He had never seen Tyr admire a person so highly, even with some fear and doting.  But that man is less than thirty years old, and is still a child in the eyes of most people. The most important thing is that he is the enemy of the entire alliance!

    "You are not a soldier!" Tyr looked at him with a trace of regret in his eyes. His brother was smart since he was a child and was good at grasping the essence of things under the surface. This is an innate talent. Unfortunately,  , he seemed not at all interested in becoming a general commanding thousands of troops, but was obsessed with the whirlpool of power in the political world.  Gregor was a full thirty years his junior, and he had thought that he could succeed him, but in the end Gregor chose his own path.

    "I don't like careers with such clear boundaries," Gregor smiled slightly.

    "So you don't understand what kind of person he is," Marshal Tire sighed. "He is a bit like you. He doesn't want to fight, but fate has chosen him. He is not as lucky as you, and he has no choice."

    "what do you want to do?"

    "Forge an alliance with him. If conditions permit, let him be the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces."

    Gregor raised his eyebrows slightly, "If I remember correctly, he is our enemy?"

    "Enemy? No, he is just a young man who has to fight in order to survive!" Till chuckled.

    "Have you seen him?"

    Tyr shook his head, "No! But I know him very well."

    "That's all?" Gregor pointed to the various battle reports arranged on the table. In the center of the battle report was a blurry photo of a young man. It could be seen that it had been specially processed.  The background seems to be an airport, and the cheering crowd in the distance indicates that this is a grand celebration of victory.

    "There is a saying you should have heard: The person who knows you best is often your enemy. And I am exactly his enemy. So, I understand him."

    Tyr Gregor took his thoughts back. The person standing in front of him was not the young man, but his subordinates.  It was like Tyr refused to come to this meeting. At this point, the young man did look a bit like Tyr.  He was thinking that maybe it wasn't just Tyr who knew the young man, but the young man who knew Tyr as well.  No, this should probably be very low. That person is too young, and the environment he is in probably doesn't allow him much time to think about things that have nothing to do with how an ancient empire survives.  Gregor is a politician, and a very outstanding politician. He is the Speaker of the Imperial Alliance Parliament, an important minister of the Imperial Emperor, and the first advisor of the Advisory Committee. What he is best at doing is peeling off cocoons.  Generally fromHe found the truth among the chaotic information. He knew what kind of external and internal troubles that ancient country was facing. They were like insects trying to survive in the cracks, trying to maintain their last strength in the war led by the three major alliances.  A little bit of dignity and freedom.
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