Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 307 A Young Man Arrives at the Royal Palace (4.8k)

Fatis Palace press room, Fatis Palace, Fain capital.

"Mr. Bodo! Have we really lost contact with Mr. Gao Qiaoman now?!"

"Yes, according to information obtained by the Zhapu command, Dr. Gao Qiaoman has been kidnapped by terrorists from an extremist organization, and the extremist organization that attacked us has been identified as a member of the Eli Civilization Liberation Front."

"So how should the kingdom respond? Does it intend to implement a rescue plan?"

“We are organizing a rescue operation. Not only Dr. Gao Qiaoman, but also Lieutenant Jadin, the executive officer of the Zhapu Security Operations Department, who was sent to search for him, has been captured and is in dire straits. Finn will not tolerate this extreme act of terrorism! A large-scale cleanup operation will be launched, and all members of the Liberation Front must be eliminated!”

"Would the fall into the hands of terrorist organizations if the highly sensitive research results carried by the PhD fall into the hands of terrorist organizations, causing significant harm to the world?"

"We have never stated that the PhD student carried highly sensitive research results."

"Mr. Bodo! Do you have anything to say about the rumors circulating that Dr. Gao Qiaoman defected voluntarily?"

"That's utter nonsense! Dr. Gao Qiaoman is a top elite at Fein Institute of Technology, an outstanding talent cultivated by Fein. He possesses extremely high social morality and a strong sense of national responsibility. How could he possibly defect to work for terrorists?" Spokesperson Bodo retorted sharply.

"Furthermore, Mr. Bodo, although we have learned the identities of several high-ranking officers of the Liberation Front, the identity of the leader they refer to as the Commander-in-Chief is still unclear, and his actions have already posed a huge threat to the security of the Kingdom and the world. Does the Kingdom have any relevant intelligence?" another reporter asked.

But when asked about this, Bodo raised his hand and said, "This is internal military information, I cannot answer it."

"Mr. Bodo! About..."

The press conference ended, and Ms. Green, a reporter and editor-in-chief of the Agate River Weekly, carrying a stack of interview reports, hurried through the crowd toward the elevator.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

Even though she had to run, she still couldn't get on the elevator before the doors closed; the man behind the doors only gave her a cold look.

Green spat and cursed the other person in his heart before pressing the elevator button.

But the report kept her hands busy, and as she struggled to adjust the documents to one hand, she accidentally spilled them all on the floor.

"Damn it, **!"

She cursed in her hometown dialect, then helplessly squatted down to tidy up the documents.

Just then, she sensed someone approaching, squatted down, gathered a stack of documents for her, and handed them to her.

"Thank you."

Green looked up and froze.

Before her stood an extremely handsome man with a tall and imposing figure.

He had long, black hair that cascaded over his shoulders, giving him a soft beauty without making him seem effeminate. Despite looking young, he possessed a mature air about him. He was tall and well-proportioned, and his every move exuded a sense of comfort.

"Do you need me to get some for you?" the other person asked with a smile.

"Ah ah," Green only managed a few dry responses before trying to calm himself down.

"Okay, thank you for your help."

“You’re welcome. My name is Caesar, Caesar Thranduil. I recently arrived at Fatis Palace.” He was carrying half a file and pressed the elevator button for her.

“My name is Green Joseph, Caesar, you look so young,” Green couldn’t help but say.

“Yes, um. He only came of age last year,” Caesar said.

"Really? But, but someone your age should still be in school, right?" Green asked in surprise.

“Oh, I graduated early,” Caesar said. “Two years ago I was assigned to an internship in the Pawi region, and I used that experience to replace the rest of my studies.”

"I just returned to China a week ago and have now been assigned to work in the Special Decision-Making Organization Department of the Fatis Palace,"

Caesar smiled faintly and added, "He's just a junior clerk."

“That’s still impressive. There aren’t many people your age who can get into Fatis Palace, right?” Green said.

She adjusted her glasses, thought for a moment, and then continued:
"The Pawi region must be very tough, right?"

"Yes, indeed, but it is a very suitable place to temper one's will," Caesar said with a smile.

Just then, the elevator arrived, and they went inside together.

Taking the opportunity, Green casually combed his hair against the smooth elevator wall, trying his best to maintain a good image.

The young man beside me perfectly embodied every woman's ideal man: tall, handsome, dashing, and impeccably polite. Moreover, he had entered the Fattis Palace at such a young age, his future seemingly bright.
It stirred her heart, which was nearly thirty years old.

Caesar glanced at the documents and reports in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Ms. Green, are you a reporter for the Agate River Weekly?"

"Well, and by the way, editor-in-chief." Green smiled proudly.

"That's quite remarkable. Judging from your appearance, you're not even thirty yet, are you? And you've already founded your own publication?" Caesar looked surprised.

"Haha. But, it's still just an unknown newspaper right now," Green said somewhat embarrassedly.

Caesar gazed at the report in his hands and read it aloud softly:
His gaze darkened slightly as he read, “A research report on the identities behind the leaders of the Eli Civilization Liberation Front.”

"Ahem, this is the news I'm currently working on," Green said proudly, oblivious to anything amiss.

"You probably know about the Eli Civilization Liberation Front by now, right?"

"Hmm, I know a little about it." Caesar nodded. "It's been designated a terrorist organization by several countries, right? It's a rather troublesome entity."

“Yes!” Green said. “And judging from their past actions, the level of weaponry they possess is in no way inferior to Fein’s. They must have the support of a national power behind them, and the leader behind them must be the head of state of some country, or a subordinate leader.”

“I’ve been investigating this recently, trying to find clues from some small details.”

Caesar chuckled: "That's not safe."

“It’s not safe, but I’m a journalist, and I have to be aware of what a journalist should do,” Green said earnestly.

"Even if the other party is a terrorist organization, I will never back down. It is my duty as a journalist to let the public know the truth and expose evil underground organizations!"

She had a very high morale.

To be honest, her investigation was rather sensationalist, purely for the purpose of generating buzz. After all, the Liberation Front is being talked about in great detail in society, and any related report can get a lot of attention. That's why she wrote this article.

It was all so that my little newspaper could grow.

“Then you are truly a brave man, and I salute you,” Caesar said with a smile.

"Oh, it's not that good. Haha." Green blushed a little at what was said. Just then, the elevator arrived, and they walked out together.

When they reached Green's car, Caesar handed her the document.

"Thank you, Caesar. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've met a gentleman as gentlemanly as you," Green said, blushing.

"You flatter me, it's just a small matter," Caesar said.

"Um, well..." Green hesitated, thinking that if he didn't seize the opportunity now, he would miss it, so he said directly, "Um, do you have time later? Let's have a meal together or something?"

Faced with Caesar's gaze, she quickly tried to cover for herself: "Oh, I'd also like to talk to you about the Liberation Front. You seem quite interested in that, don't you?"

“Okay, well. But I just returned to my country recently and have a lot of things to take care of, so I probably won’t have time for a while,” Caesar said.

"Well, if you have time," she hurriedly pulled out a business card.

"This is my newspaper's address, that one."

Caesar accepted it with a faint smile: "It's an honor." Green stared at the handsome smile for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and chuckled: "Well, I'll be going now. See you another day."

She drove away from the front yard of Fattis Palace, and Caesar watched the taillights disappear into the distance, his smile gradually fading.

He glanced at the business card in his hand, memorized the address, then crumpled it up and threw it down the drain.

As soon as I returned to the gate of the Fatis Palace, a man in his thirties wearing a military uniform walked towards me.

"Caesar! Ha ha! Long time no see, have you missed me?"

Constance, beaming, hugged him tightly and patted him hard on the back a few times.

"Cons! When did you get back?" Caesar happily gave him a bear hug.

"Hey, still so energetic." Cons chuckled as he released him.

"I'm a little later than you. I was thinking of sending you a telegram to let you know, but then I thought I'd give you a surprise instead."

“That was indeed a pleasant surprise,” Caesar laughed. “I thought it would be a long time before we met again after we parted ways with Suris.”

“Well, let them handle those messy things over there. I’m busy with more important things,” Cons said.

"Oh? I'd like to ask you for your advice sometime?" Caesar raised his eyebrows.

"Sure, what can't I tell you? Come on, let's find a place to have a good drink first."

Constance got him into the car and drove to the entrance of a tavern in the city. The environment there was indeed quite nice, with exceptionally tasteful decor. Constance asked for a private room, and he and Caesar sat in the room, which was bathed in soft golden light.

He opened a bottle of Sara Estate craft beer, and Cons personally poured him a full glass. After clinking glasses, he drank more than half of it in one gulp.

"That's great! As expected, the wine from our Finn is the best," Cons said, smacking his lips.

"That reminds me of that time, Cons, when you brewed alcohol from fuel barrels, and an entire battalion of men ended up with diarrhea," Caesar said with a laugh.

"Hey, let's not talk about embarrassing things," Cons said, waving his hand.

"Alright, let's get down to business then." Caesar placed his wine glass on the table and leaned back on the soft sofa, saying:

"Is there something important that you suddenly came back from work this time?"

Cons didn't answer immediately. He took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and gestured to Caesar.

Caesar waved his hand.

"You haven't learned it yet," Cons muttered, lighting a cigarette and sighing as he watched the smoke billow.

"It's still about that organization."

"The Liberation Front?" Caesar said.

“Yes,” Cons nodded, “the entire kingdom’s attention is now being focused on them.”

"That's an exaggeration?" Caesar chuckled. "Isn't that just a local, spontaneously formed resistance organization?"

Constance waved his hand: "You've always done clerical work, you don't understand. Those people aren't as easy to deal with as the old ones."

"How to say?"

“They have carried out more than a hundred attacks, large and small, but we have never been able to catch them in the act. It’s as if those people have gained omniscience and omnipotence, and they know our every move.”

"For example, Dr. Gao Qiaoman's defection this time."

Although the Kingdom of the Outsiders would not admit that Dr. Gaujoman was a defector, Constance, who knew the inside story, had already used the term.

“We are now almost certain that it was the Liberation Front that assisted the Doctor in breaking away from the Kingdom’s control and hiding in the Chappu region. It would be completely impossible to take someone who is under close surveillance and protection away from our noses without an inside agent,” Cons said seriously.

"In addition, they used very despicable methods to brainwash the doctor, which led to his defection."

"It must take some special methods to brainwash a highly educated elite, right?" Caesar said.

“Ha, who knows? Their high-precision magical weapons are also a mystery,” Cons said.
“Currently, the most advanced field of magical energy research in the world is only Fane, and the weapon technology they have demonstrated is already on par with Fane, and even…” Cons’s eyes hardened slightly, “some of them have even surpassed Fane’s level.”

"So, there are spies within the kingdom now, and they're passing on a lot of technological advancements?" Caesar said, taking a sip of his wine.

"Heh." Cons took a drag of his cigarette.

"I have to say, it's true. Their brainwashing techniques are too powerful. Judging from the level of intelligence they have, they have insiders not only in the Academy of Sciences, but also in the Magic Energy Research Institute, the military, and even the governor's offices in various colonies. With this kind of intelligence capability, even the Grey Forest would have to call them teachers."

"I'm really curious what kind of rhetoric they used to get so many people to turn against them and work for them."

"And their counter-surveillance capabilities. To this day, we still haven't been able to find out the identity of the commander behind them. We captured their mid-level leaders before, but no matter what we used, we couldn't get them to confess. I guess even their mid-level leaders have never met the top commander. He's very well hidden."

Caesar silently drank the wine in his glass, then poured himself another. After the sound of running water, he asked:

"Is there anyone you suspect?"

“There are too many.” Cons waved his hand: “The leaders of various countries, and even the warlords and generals on Savier’s side, have all been investigated, but they all seem like they are, and yet none of them seem like them. Tsk, it’s fucking ridiculous.”

"Hehe, seeing how anxious you are, if I were that commander, I would just reveal my identity to save you all the trouble," Caesar said with a smile.

"You little rascal, all you do is talk."

Cons put out the cigarette butt, which he had only taken a few puffs of, in the ashtray.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. It's getting more and more annoying. Sigh, let's talk about you," Constance said, looking at him.

"How are things going between you and Sia?"

Caesar paused, the wine glass he had just brought to his lips, and smiled helplessly: "Brother, Sia and I have always been friends."

"Friends? Don't tell me nothing happened between you two in the past two years?" Cons asked in surprise.

“It’s just working together. We’re so busy every day that we fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow,” Caesar said innocently.

"Come on, I even sent my own sister to you for your sake, and you're telling me nothing happened?" Constance was speechless.

"Hey kid, are you no good? Let me take a look?"

"Stop fooling around." Caesar dodged his hand.
"You know that Sia has a special status, how could I dare to have any thoughts about her casually?"

"Besides, I'm not good enough for you right now."

"You're not worthy?" Constance chuckled. "Oh, what could possibly make our kingdom's rising star say something so modest? Putting aside all the achievements you've made, being on the Hannos Rich List before the age of twenty—is there another like that in the world? You're not worthy."

“I’m telling you, why are you having so many worries? Your dad practically wants to raise you like a son, why are you still thinking about this and that?” Cons shook his head.

"Speaking of which, how is Uncle Enride's health? I haven't had time to visit him since I got back," Caesar changed the subject.

"That's how it is. After that serious illness, I guess I won't be able to move around normally until the second half of the year," Cons said with a sigh.

“It’s truly a cruel twist of fate that he suddenly fell ill. Uncle Enride still doesn’t take his health seriously enough,” Caesar said.

“That’s the kind of person he is, he’ll do anything for work. Now look what’s happened, he’s sick and can’t do anything, so everything has fallen into our hands,” Cons said.

"Oh, it just so happens that you have some free time someday. Bring Yumilia over to our house, and while you're at it, have a good chat about you and Sia!"

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you, brother." Caesar raised his glass and clinked it with his.

(End of this chapter)