ATPnovel Chapter 4103 The Undercurrents That Never Surged Under Fate
Chapter 4103 The Undercurrents That Never Surged Under Fate
Chapter 4103 The Undercurrents That Never Surged Under Fate
On a small spaceship, but with an extremely high level of security.
Lasha was rubbing her forehead, looking slightly tired.
"Miss, are you still feeling unwell? Shall we arrange for a doctor to see you?"
This is the most precious pearl of the family head, and the candidate for the future empress of the empire. Although this news has not been announced, the closer it gets to the ceremony, the more widely it spreads, and it has almost reached the entire royal court circle.
Therefore, Lasha's personal health has become one of the most important issues for the family.
Lashara shook her head. "I'm fine."
The maid thought for a moment and said, "Miss, I have a feeling that Miss Mercedes has ill intentions towards you... Just now, she seemed to be trying to do something. It seems that the guards patrolling the manor where you are resting have been deliberately transferred away."
Lasha frowned, but wasn't really scared. After all, nothing had happened, and she always had people secretly protecting her. The maid beside her was also carefully selected.
But would Mercedes dare to do anything to herself?
As Lashala fell into deep thought, the maidservant quickly said, "Miss, it's a message from the master of the house!"
The maid quickly handed over a communicator and then respectfully left the lounge.
Lasha quickly adjusted her posture before connecting the call. On the screen appeared a middle-aged man with an imposing presence—her father, who was also the cousin of the Empress of [Feng Hua].
"I heard there was some trouble at Lord Babylon's residence tonight?" Lord Stanford asked, frowning.
Lashala nodded and briefly recounted what had happened, but because she had left halfway through and was arranged by Mercedes to rest in a secluded and quiet place, she only knew the general outline of the events.
"His Highness Anle went too?" Upon hearing this news, Stanford remained silent for a long while, seemingly lost in thought.
Lashala waited quietly for her father's next words.
The next sentence after "[Stanford]" is: "This time it was Mercedes's initiative to invite you, so there's nothing we can do. You don't need to attend similar banquets next time. Your affairs haven't been officially settled yet, so it's not advisable to be too high-profile. During this time, you should focus on your studies at the academy. Before you can take that position, your character must be up to standard."
—Didn't you tacitly approve of my attending the banquet tonight?
—Ha, now it's become that I was too high-profile?
Lashala didn't argue and nodded obediently; she basically had no choice.
[Stanford] continued, "In a few days, there will be a tour group visiting the Royal Academy, organized by the Royal Court. The visitors are all important figures attending the ceremony. Make a good impression; it will greatly boost your standing with the Royal Family Association. Although your aunt thinks highly of you, there's still some resistance from the Association. You're not without competition..."
Lashala wasn't really listening to her father; she was still somewhat distracted, only nodding or giving a soft "hmm" at appropriate times.
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"The guests have all been seen off, Miss."
The manor, which had just experienced a commotion, was now completely deserted. Lord Babylon had mobilized an engineering corps overnight to repair the damaged areas.
Mercedes looked out from the balcony at the ongoing restoration work in the distance. "I heard Father really intends to give this manor away?"
"Now it seems so. I see that the things in those storage rooms have already started to be moved."
Mercedes felt it was a bit unbelievable. Wasn't Li Guo being far too doting on that person named "Li Wei"?
Is this still the Li Guo she knows?
If it weren't for the fact that the scientific side doesn't recognize the concept of possession, she would have thought Li Guo was possessed.
—Could they have been brainwashed?
She quickly dismissed the idea. It was almost impossible to brainwash someone who had awakened the royal emblem, especially since Li Guo had the protection of [X] by his side, which provided an extra layer of mental protection.
Have you found any information on this Li Wei?
When Li Guo revealed Li Wei's identity at the banquet, a large number of investigative orders had already been quietly disseminated—the imperial nobles present could not be said to represent the entire noble circle of [Marindo], but there were certainly quite a few.
But I couldn't find any relevant information.
Perhaps it could be said that it was because the time was too short... but the noble energy gathered tonight is enough to erase the passage of time.
The result was still nothing.
Mercedes thought of a possibility: Li Wei's information had already been hidden and protected by Li Guo in advance.
"So you're really taking it so seriously..."
A strange light flashed in Mercedes' eyes, and a crazy idea suddenly popped into her mind: Should she snatch it and then destroy it to see what happens?
Of course, Messiah did not reveal her innermost thoughts. Even Lord Papillon did not realize that his daughter harbored an almost insane jealousy towards Li Guo.
"Miss, what should we do about Lord Leonardo?" the attendant asked abruptly.
Leonardo was resting in a room at that moment... or rather, drunk.
He was already intoxicated before the gladiatorial show officially began, and was subsequently helped away by others.
Some nobles noticed Leonardo's loss of composure but weren't too surprised. They assumed that Leonardo was upset, angry, and then self-destructive because Princess Anle had brought a new lover tonight and publicly announced that he was her boyfriend.
"Forget it, let's just assume he's really drunk," Mercedes said calmly.
The attendant nodded. In truth, she didn't know what her mistress had originally intended to do, but it seemed that things hadn't gone smoothly... She didn't dare to ask any more questions, and after reporting a few more things, she quietly withdrew.
“If it weren’t for this accident, Lasara and Leonardo would probably be 'awakening' from their beds in terror right now, wouldn’t they?” Mercedes narrowed her eyes.
She wouldn't actually let anything happen between the two of them that day; doing so would only cause a fight to the death between Stanford and her family, and even Empress Fenghua probably wouldn't let her off the hook.
But as long as the two of them woke up in the same bed, that was enough; she could do more.
“How lucky you are, Miss Lashara.” Mercedes breathed a sigh of relief. “It seems tonight has changed the fate of quite a few people.”
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Princess Anle's Residence, Starry Sky Palace.
I heard that His Highness went to a banquet tonight and brought along that "Prince Livy." However, to Al-Ghabi's surprise, it seems that His Highness was unable to bring "Prince Livy" back and sent him back instead.
I have never seen His Highness like this before... It feels like being pulled.
As someone who had followed Li Guo since childhood, Al-Gaibi even vaguely saw a kind of tireless enthusiasm in Li Guo, feeling that Li Guo was a bit carried away this time.
“Babilon suffered a lot of losses tonight, but he gained a Titan King Kong with awakened royal bloodline, so it feels like he made up for it.” Li Guo leaned against the couch, her breasts half-exposed, and chuckled, “That disgusting guy is quite lucky.”
Algaby thought for a moment and said, "[Fantasy Side] The person sent by the Council of Conquerors to attend the ceremony this time seems to be on good terms with the King of Titan Kong."
“That’s why I said he was lucky,” Li Guo chuckled. “But it was also thanks to this awakened Titan that this old ghost was forced to reveal several of the immortal powerhouses he had secretly recruited as his retainers.”
The Titan King Kong, having awakened its royal bloodline, is incredibly powerful, and the event happened so suddenly.
Therefore, without being fully prepared, unable to immediately mobilize troops to suppress the rebellion, and needing to ensure the safety of the banquet guests, Lord Babylon's summoning of several hidden retainers seemed to be a desperate measure.
“I will investigate the origins of these people as soon as possible,” Al-Ghabi said solemnly.
"We can put that aside for now. How's Li Long doing lately?"
Al-Gaibi quickly said, "His Highness Li Long seems to be preparing to enter the ancestral land. Judging from the situation, his injury in the park last time was far more serious than we thought."
As expected, [Gulado] was beaten unconscious and hasn't woken up since.
As a host of a "special type" herself, she naturally understood what this meant... Li Long's royal crest had most likely suffered terrible damage, and might even have degenerated!
"Although the process was a little different from what I imagined..." Li Guo smiled slightly, "but judging from the result, it still managed to delay the evolution of [Divine Martial], and it's very likely that it will be delayed even longer, which is a good thing. It feels like things have become much smoother since I met that little guy."
Al-Gabbi didn't finish speaking, as if he hadn't heard the last sentence—His Highness is truly intoxicated.
smoothly?
She always felt that something was off about the situation... With His Highness's wisdom, couldn't he have noticed something amiss? It seemed so natural, yet something felt off.
"Go and do two things," Li Guo said, tapping the long couch. "First, investigate the planet that Babylon wants to give to Francis, in detail..."
Al-Gaibi quickly wrote it down.
Li Guo paused for a moment, then said, "The second thing is to prepare a list of the major chambers of commerce in [Marindo]."
Al-Gabbi looked up with some surprise. His Highness rarely concerned himself with business matters, but that didn't mean Li Guo lacked business influence; on the contrary, it was considerable.
Li Guo said calmly, "Li Wei is going to represent the Titus family to promote their products, so I'm giving him some order forms..."
"Your Highness, please wake up!"
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【Marindo】...the ghost market.
This was Justin's second visit, and he was still nervous. This time, he came alone, without Dorag's company.
Surprisingly, this time Mr. Fukuzo had Ms. Jane bring him directly to the venue.
"Your Highness Justin, you have made a wise decision." Mr. Fukuzo's smile was even warmer than before.
Justin was actually a little uneasy, but since he was already here and had made his decision, he had a feeling that if he changed his mind at the last minute, he might not be able to leave tonight.
He subtly adjusted his breathing, trying to appear calm. "Where is what I asked for?"
"It was prepared for you immediately."
Mr. Fuzao smiled slightly and led Justin directly into a secret room, then brought out a black briefcase.
“This is the original Akira drug, and the complete version.” Mr. Fukuzo narrowed his eyes. “In the entire Science Department, there is currently only this batch, less than ten in total.”
Justin's breathing quickened.
Type B would be enough to transform him, and this original drug, according to Fuzao, could push him into the fifth stage of the gene lock without any side effects, and there was even a slight possibility that he could break through to the sixth stage of the gene lock.
Furthermore, since he had already taken the [B] type drug in advance, continuing to take the original drug will accelerate the evolution process.
He actually wanted to awaken the royal crest, but he simply didn't have the ability to do so, so he had to settle for second best... Perhaps the baptismal pool could truly fulfill his wish, but the success rate was too low, a one percent chance was practically nonexistent, and the risk of death was even higher.
After much thought, he concluded that the path of genetic evolution was more suitable for him.
"The original drug needs to be used with another auxiliary agent to fully release its effects." Mr. [Fuzao] suddenly said, "Your Highness Justin, please take this original drug back first. I will automatically provide the auxiliary agent after this matter is over. In addition, here are fifty million points of Origin Units..."
Justin frowned, knowing he was still being controlled, but he didn't argue. "I can enter the ancestral land at any time, but how am I supposed to bring you in?"
“I will make arrangements.” Mr. Fukuzo chuckled. “When the time comes, I will notify you directly.”
“…Okay.” Justin nodded; he really didn’t want to stay. “I’m leaving. Nothing special, so let’s keep in touch.”
He quickly put away the medicine, and even the card with 50 million points.
He didn't intend to spend his money in the Ghost Market. This amount of Origin Units was enough to greatly improve his life in the Royal Court, or he could continue to enhance his strength through legitimate channels.
After Justin left, Mr. Fukuzo summoned Miss Jane.
"I need to compile all the accounts for this quarter of the Ghost Market, as well as all the account books from the past ten years..."
[Simple] He simply nodded, his lifeless face remaining unchanged.
After Miss Jane left the room, Mr. Fukuzo fell into deep thought. Justin's progress was going very smoothly... you could even say there was no difficulty at all.
[Fuzao] At this moment, I am actually concerned about something else: why did the higher-ups suddenly decide to audit the accounts?
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Ghost market, a street vendor area.
Following Che Guevara's instructions, Paul easily found the entrance to the ghost market and entered it with ease using his credentials.
How to set up a stall was also instructed by Brother Guevara... all you need to do is pay the stall fee.
The stall fee was only 1 Imperial Coin, which was so cheap that Paul couldn't believe it. But he later learned that the Ghost Market would take a cut of every transaction, with a uniform standard of 18%.
Paul glanced at the sales at the surrounding stalls and found that business was actually quite good... Just by taking a cut, how much wealth could the Ghost Market have made that night?
This also includes some of the businesses that the Ghost Market itself operates.
This place is practically a money-printing machine running at full speed... Just thinking about the big shots behind the ghost market makes Paul's hair stand on end.
He dared not be ostentatious, and was even unusually low-key, only thinking about completing Brother Guevara's task as soon as possible: selling the stolen goods, purchasing supplies, and preferably completing it all in one night.
As instructed by Brother Guevara, he had secretly memorized the selling price of each stolen item, as well as the minimum price, and then sat quietly waiting.
We don't actively solicit customers here; customers will come to us on their own if they see something they like.
"Are you the owner of this stall? This piece of metal is of decent quality; it would be perfect for making a whetstone."
A man wearing only a mask, but not a black robe, came to Paul's stall.
The black robe is not actually necessary; the mask is. It has the special function of covering the face and can avoid many detection methods.
But very few people wear their own clothes so unabashedly, like this man.
Paul sized up the man, noting that he hadn't seen this kind of clothing before. The man's sleeves were particularly wide, and he had his hands tucked into his sleeves as he squatted down.
The man was wearing strange wooden shoes, which seemed to be a very rare type of shoe called clogs.
When Paul was working at the Nightingale Pavilion, he remembered seeing a Void Hunter on his person and then being fed cream puffs all night, so he left a particularly deep impression on him!
Dead memories suddenly began to attack him frantically!