A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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After the Alliance Director finished speaking, he waited for Orion's response, never mentioning the state guesthouse again. His eyes were sincere and frank, without the slightest embarrassment, as if nothing had happened, as if he had been invited to stay at the White House from the very beginning.

Orion understood.

That old fox must have understood everything he said before.

However, the Alliance Director's residence... was an unexpected surprise, as it was closer to his target than he had anticipated.

He was still trying to figure out what reason to have a private connection with the Alliance, but this old fox gave him an unexpected favor in order to resolve the awkward situation.

Perhaps he also had some ulterior motives, making it much easier to break through than imagined.

Orion's smile deepened slightly, a hint of flattery in her eyes: "Is this convenient?"

"There's nothing inconvenient about it," the Alliance Director said modestly.

Orion expressed his gratitude aptly: "In that case, thank you very much for your kindness, Director. I dare not refuse your kind offer. I will gladly accept your invitation and trouble you to make the arrangements."

The wrinkles on the Alliance Director's face smoothed out: "Not at all! Your Excellency, you are too kind. It is an honor for our organization. Please wait a moment, I will have someone arrange it immediately."

The accompanying officials immediately went to communicate and coordinate.

The residential areas inside the White House were already in place, and coordination was completed quickly.

The convoy, which had just come to a stop, started again, carrying Orion and his entourage, and drove away from the red-brick courtyard of Blair House, surrounded by escort vehicles.

Just turn a corner along Pennsylvania Avenue, and the White House is not far away.

The White House is much larger than the State Guest House, with a magnificent palace-like complex and expansive courtyards.

The White House is mainly composed of a six-story main building, a two-story east wing, and a two-story west wing.

The first and second basement floors of the White House main building house collections and storage rooms, the first and second floors above ground contain reception halls and banquet halls, and the third and fourth floors are the president's living and living quarters.

The east wing has two floors, which are the residence and living area of ​​the First Lady, while the west wing has two floors, which are the President's office.

The Union Commissioner's wife moved out of the White House a few days ago, and the East Wing is now vacant, which is perfect for receiving Orion.

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The trees and classical buildings lining the street receded into the distance, drawing ever closer to the famous white building.

The car was spacious and quiet. Orion leaned back in the back seat, calmly watching the scenery outside the window.

The adjutant sat in the passenger seat, operating the personal computer to access the human network and search for something.

His fingers slid rapidly across the pop-up small screen, the light reflecting off his cold, handsome profile.

He finished his investigation in no time.

Orion's wrist-mounted computer suddenly chimed with a notification sound.

Orion turned his gaze away from the window and onto his wrist-mounted computer.

He pressed a button naturally and turned on the light screen.

It did not attract the attention of the driver or the accompanying official in the front passenger seat.

The virtual screen, visible only to the wearer, floats about an inch above the wrist.

The screen displayed a message from his adjutant.

Orion's gaze swept over the few lines of text.

The content was straightforward; it was the adjutant's immediate query result.

[Information verification regarding Blair State Guesthouse]

Target building: Blair House.

The highest-level state guesthouse of the former Beautiful Country (now the center of the Alliance's influence).

It was indeed converted from a private residence of a wealthy merchant from the old era. The main structure was not extensively expanded.

Past records show that all heads of state and government leaders who have visited the original human nation of Beauty have stayed here.

This location is indeed the highest-level official reception venue currently used by the Alliance. The space limitations stem from its original building structure. No indication of any deliberate downgrading of the arrangements made for you personally was found.

Orion's gaze lingered on those words for about two seconds.

In particular, the statement that all heads of state and government leaders who visited the original human country of Beauty stayed here.

His facial expression remained unchanged, but there was a slight tremor deep within his pupils.

He originally thought it was some kind of test from the Human Federation, or a subtle form of intimidation, since he was nominally representing the Insect Emperor and the Crown Prince might target him.

The truth turned out to be just like that.

This is so outrageous, it's almost unbelievable.

It wasn't directed at him, it wasn't a slight, it wasn't intentional; it was simply that the place really was the Alliance's state guesthouse.

Those rooms, where even turning around was a bit cramped, were actually the highest-standard rooms the Alliance used to entertain their top foreign guests.

In the past, when presidents and queens visited, they were all crammed into small rooms of twenty or thirty square meters—converted from residential buildings.

6, 6 flipped over.

Who exactly are these people? Are they just mentally challenged or shameless?

Is his choice of these human partners really reliable?

Well, let's think about it from the other side.

These are all incompetent allies of humanity. The more hypocritical, foolish, arrogant, and greedy they are, the greater their chances of successfully sowing discord.

Humans, oh humans, are such fragile and easily provoked creatures.

This is not my fault. You should blame it on the fact that there are so many arrogant, greedy, and stupid pigs among you humans.

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The extended motorcade smoothly passed the tall wrought-iron gates surrounding the White House, without stopping, and continued deeper into the area along the wide, tree-lined driveway.

As we drove along the sycamore-lined road, the view outside the car window suddenly opened up.

Large, meticulously manicured lawns stretch out, and tall trees dot the expansive courtyard landscape, while fountains shimmer in the sunlight.

The magnificent, all-white palace complex, surrounded by meticulously designed courtyard landscapes, is a stark contrast to the residential feel of the Blair State Guest House.

The convoy circled around to the right of the entrance and came to a steady stop in front of the relatively independent east wing building.

The Alliance Director, sitting in a vehicle slightly ahead, got out first, a peaceful smile on his face, and stood in front of the East Wing waiting for Orion.

An attendant opened the car door for Orion: "Your Excellency, we've arrived. This is the East Wing of the White House, a more secluded and tranquil environment. I hope you enjoy it."

Orion stepped out of the car and onto the smooth, paved road.

He stopped and calmly swept his gaze across the wing in front of him.

It was indeed completely different.

The white exterior walls and tall, bright floor-to-ceiling windows complement the surrounding open lawns and the main White House building in the distance.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and flowers.

The environment is indeed beautiful, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and without the cramped feeling of the small squares facing the street like the Blair House.

Origen walked over to the Commissioner of the Union, who smiled and gestured, "Your Excellency Origen, what do you think of the White House?"

"Thank you for your arrangements, Director." Orion nodded slightly, his face bearing an impeccable, gentle smile. "Indeed beautiful, living up to its reputation. It is a great honor to stay here."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." The Alliance Director's smile remained unchanged as he stepped aside to lead the way. "Please come in."

Orion went inside.

My steps paused for a moment as I stepped through the door, then resumed as usual.

Upon entering, you are greeted by an extremely spacious and bright main living room.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows occupy the entire wall. Outside the windows is an unparalleled view of the White House lawn, with the sunlit lawn, fountains, and shady trees all within sight, a breathtakingly expansive vista.

The main living room alone is estimated to be over 500 square meters in size, with a ceiling height much higher than that of ordinary buildings, creating a spacious feel. The decor continues the elegant style of the English palace, with meticulous attention to detail.

Expensive silk and lace curtains draped down on either side of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

The floor was covered with intricate and exquisite Persian carpets.

The sofa set is a spacious and comfortable classic style, upholstered in top-quality leather.

In the corner of the central hall, there is also a black grand piano.

Against the wall is a full-wall bookshelf, displaying hardcover books and some artworks.

Above the fireplace hangs a large landscape oil painting, and in one corner of the room there is even a mini bar with a wine cabinet displaying various fine wines.

The Alliance Director explained, "The East Wing used to be my wife's residence. A few days ago, our family moved out to a private home, but all the facilities have been retained and are still fully equipped. We hope you like your accommodation. Of course, if you don't like it, that's fine too. There are also three or four floors of residential areas in the main building, which you can choose."