Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 82 Delay (Seeking First Subscription)

"Although this may involve some of your private matters, I still want to ask, why?"

"The drow and the wood elves are not on good terms, and Spiderweb City is a product of the old era, which should have been crushed by the times."

"Taking advantage of your attack, even more parasites in Greenleaf City will emerge. After the purge, the Ye Ying family's rule will be even more secure..."

"From any perspective, this is entirely beneficial to you."

The leader was somewhat puzzled.

This boils down to whether we have a long-term vision or not...

Charles thought to himself.

"From an official standpoint, this is a question of whether the outcome or the process is more important."

“As a member of the Federation Front, since I am here, if I were to plan things purely according to the interests of the Wood Elves or the Leaf Shadow Clan, then I would be no different from you.”

Charles's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Everything I do upon returning to Greenleaf City will be legal and compliant."

"I would not use an attack to test the loyalty of people who have done nothing wrong."

"Because loyalty ceases to be loyalty the moment you put it to the test."

"Everything in this world is interconnected and balanced. Just like wolves and sheep, if there are too many wolves, the ecosystem will be destroyed. If there are too many sheep, the ecosystem will also be destroyed. This is the law of nature."

"A ruler is just a ruler. A ruler does not enjoy unlimited power. A ruler may not test his subjects. A ruler must give the same trust to those who trust him. This is the principle of the First Ruler, and it is also the reason why the Federation was established in his hands."

Charles recalled that he still remembered the scene when his parents told him about that charismatic creature. Human hearts and interests were so clear and transparent in his eyes that even druids had to marvel at the wonder of nature that had created such a person.

"Personally speaking, this deal wasn't very profitable for me."

"If I wanted to deal with that drow matriarch, I would have had the chance a hundred years ago, when I could have gotten a drow girlfriend for free."

Charles's words became somewhat flippant and strange, as if he were recalling some past events.

"You also spoke with the drow elves of Spiderweb City? Could it be another matriarch?"

Beneath the mask, the leader's ears immediately perked up, as if there was some gossip to be had—the gossip about their immortal race was the most outrageous ever!
"No, it's with that person's daughter. Otherwise, why do you think she would choose Greenleaf City?"

Charles curled his lip.

"Excuse my bluntness, but that matriarch was only a little over three hundred years old, and her daughter..."

"She was just over a hundred years old and had just come of age, while I was over four hundred years old and had just become a legend, full of vigor and ambition. So what? Is that not allowed?"

Charles spoke with conviction, while the leader was somewhat speechless.

"So the reason you're unwilling is..."

"Oh, she asked me to help her kill her mother, make her the matriarch, and then lead Spiderweb City out of its current state and embrace the Federation."

"If that's the case, then she must have failed. Don't you want to avenge her?"

The leader frowned upon hearing this. Since it happened a hundred years ago, it seemed that there should have been a result by now.

"Revenge? Revenge for what?"

Charles pursed his lips, then introduced,
"After she was released, she became fascinated with scientific research through my introduction, and is now one of the researchers at the Federal Institute of Biological Sciences."

"My attitude towards you, her mother, and the Drow... is to just let you low-IQ idiots die..."

Charles sighed. The young, dark-skinned drow girl who used to call him "brother" had now become a cold-faced, sharp-tongued woman who spent her days collecting all sorts of biochemical materials and whose smile was terrifying...

He couldn't help but sigh, "Time is truly the greatest magician."

"So this is too unfair to me personally, so I cannot agree to it."

Charles said sincerely.

"Your joke is certainly unique, but I'm more inclined to believe your official reason." "At least that reason isn't so far-fetched."

Beneath the mask, the leader's face twitched.

You're telling me about those melodramatic soap operas made by those devils!
"Heh, if you don't believe me, fine."

Charles pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.
"Tell me about the backup plans you've prepared to stall me?"

"I don't believe you'd bet everything on my willingness to cooperate with you."

"Well, this is what you wanted to hear yourself."

Beneath the mask, the leader's smile suddenly became uncontrollable, as if the other party had finally fallen into a trap.

"We persuaded a large tribe of stone giants, numbering several hundred, from the middle of the wilderness to pledge allegiance to the Federation."

"As agreed, they will move to the nearby city of giants on the ground and will pass through the city ahead."

"Due to the giants' size and natural combat strength, according to the ancient federal laws, when they surrender to nearby cities in groups, they need to be accompanied by high-ranking professionals to avoid unnecessary harm."

"And you happen to be the first high-level professional in the vicinity to know about this."

"We, the Instantaneous Ones, have already reported this information. When the train stops in the next city, the relevant personnel will come to find you."

"So, even if I capture you here, it won't make a difference?"

Charles sighed, and suddenly, an invisible wave erupted from his body.

The leader was stunned. Just as he was about to activate defenses and detonate the self-destruct mechanism, he felt a sudden dizziness.

Have they already been infected?
When? And what the hell is it?

They should have activated their protective measures long ago, right?

"It's about sound and color. Civil-grade protection is just that—civil-grade protection. It can't even detect sound waves in special frequency bands or hidden psychedelic colors."

Charles pressed his temples, and vines began to spread out from behind him.

In an instant, the leader was subdued, and a few drops of special liquid were poured into his mouth, giving him a sleep more peaceful than that of an infant.

Charles then separated all the humanoid puppet bombs behind him, bringing them under complete control.

He wasted so much time talking nonsense with this guy just to buy time for these covert tactics to take effect.

Otherwise, why would he be so bored as to talk about his romantic history with others?

After all, these rails and trains are hard-won items. They can withstand explosions, but the inside of this thing can't!

The blame lies entirely with the last true dwarf king, Salad Bronzebeard!
If you're planning a project that will last for hundreds of years, why are you so concerned about cost control?
See, this has given the heretics a way out.
This has left me feeling restricted.

"But is the stone giant moving?"

Charles was starting to have a headache. He hadn't expected that a group of heretics would resort to trickery, suicide bombings, and assassinations instead of playing politics with him.

Does this sound like a word?

The key point is that he still can't not go.

The lives of the drow elves in Verdant City are lives, but the lives of the people in the cities ahead are not?
This is a matter of attitude.

Even in today's federal society, a tribe of stone giants of a few hundred people, even if they were to attack the city, would only be reduced to fragments by the city's armed forces.

But if these unruly savages cause harm to city residents unintentionally without any accompaniment, who will be held responsible?

"You bunch of bastards, you've really come up with a brilliant idea!"

Charles looked at the leader who had already been taken into custody and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)