Necromancer's Second-Original Chat Group

“Zhang Zhizhi, if you don’t mind, you can call me Sister Zhang.”

"Okay, Sister Zhang, please have a seat."

The tea and snacks were all taken from the foundation headquarters. After all, I've taken over this place, so naturally they're all mine.

Ms. Z selectively ignored the origin of the refreshments. She knew that from this moment on, the negotiation would become very easy, because the two sides were likely on the same side.

On the issue of Wilting.

"Xiao Wan, did you come here for Veltin?"

"Yes, Sister Zhang, I came here for Virtue."

"Vildin has made a good friend, so what are you going to do next?"

"Of course, the foundation personally delivered Veltin to me. With such a gesture, do I really need to beg for help?"

“Of course not, but I still have to ask, you’re not here to destroy the St. Love Foundation, are you?” “That’s true.”

"So, your only request is to lift the imprisonment of Virtin?"

"What Sister Zhang means is..."

"Do you know about the 'Rainstorm Reform Act'?"

"I know a little about it; I heard it's a plan to loosen restrictions on mystics."

"To be precise, in this era of torrential rain, the Foundation needs the power of mystics. If we cannot win over more mystics, they will side with the Reincarnation Hand."

"Could it be that Sister Zhang pushed for this bill?"

“Yes, originally it required voting, debate and balloting, it was a complex political game, but now…” Ms. Z pushed up her glasses and said, “It’s no longer necessary, because you are the rule.”

Section 54: I will blame all of you here.

(Fourth update!)

With Ms. Z's full mediation, Wan Qi agreed to begin formal negotiations with the senior management of the St. Louis Foundation.

And the negotiations took place in Constantine's office.

This might seem like Wanqi is abandoning his home-field advantage and trying to curry favor with the Foundation. But let's not forget the current state of the Saint Love Foundation headquarters. It's entirely controlled by Wanqi's undead units, so negotiating on the Foundation's home ground is more like negotiating in the spoils of war's house than on the Foundation's turf.

The Saint-Love Foundation's reputation has long been utterly ruined. No one can definitively break through the Foundation's headquarters defenses. Wan Qi's negotiations in Constantine's office were a sign of weakness.

You might make money, but I'll definitely make a killing.

The negotiations officially began at 1:30 p.m.

Not at all, Wan Qi stood them up for a whole hour.

Enjoying the Foundation's snacks and tea, and even scavenging ingredients from the Foundation's canteen to make a brand new version of honey cake for Xiao Ke, Wan Qi, dressed in a necromancer's black robe, walked step by step toward Constantine's office.

Countless mystics and staff from the foundation's headquarters were secretly observing along the way. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it hard to believe that a young man could have driven the prestigious St. Love Foundation to such a state.

To Wan Qi's surprise, it was Forget-Me-Not waiting for him at the door.

"Why did you come here?" Wan Qi asked.

Forget-Me-Not smiled and said, "Lord Wan Qi probably needs an assistant, and I happen to have some time."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, store manager."

"Day 99 XEo

As for whether Forget-Me-Not will encounter any difficulties along the way...

Do you want to take a look at the two Bonestats following behind him? In the current Foundation headquarters, these things are symbols of status and position, more effective than any certification.

After entering the room, Forget-Me-Not stood respectfully behind Wan Qi, while Wan Qi went to the negotiating table.

“Sir, you are late,” the middle-aged councilor said, his words carrying a hint of displeasure, though he dared not show it.

His purpose in saying this was also to test Wan Qi's reaction. Even if you know that you can't get something on the battlefield, you still have to go all out at the negotiating table. If you just give up, you won't be able to explain it when you go back.

Li Hongzhang expressed his understanding of the negotiators' plight.

But how could such a soft rebuff possibly inflict any effective damage on Wan Qi? He simply smiled and replied, "That's right, this was intentional on my part. The stronger party deliberately delayed to demonstrate their status. Alright, I've finished explaining. Any other objections?"

The middle-aged man fell silent, but this gave Constantine some valuable information.

They're powerful and shameless.

This is the most difficult type to deal with.

"Your Excellency Wan Qi was notified of your arrival beforehand, so we apologize for the inadequate hospitality. However, during your journey to the Foundation headquarters, you had a fierce conflict with the secular government, resulting in the complete annihilation of the British Royal Navy's Atlantic Fleet. Could you please provide an explanation for this?"

In the understanding of mystics, after the 18th century, the boundary between mystics and ordinary people began to blur. This blurring does not mean that anyone can be trained to become a mystic, but rather that mystics must be subject to the legal management of the secular world in their daily lives. At least on the surface, everyone must be equal before the law. Excessive acts will be punished by the Foundation. In this way, a dynamic stability is formed between secular regimes and the mystical community.

Constantine's attack point is right here. You, Wan Qi, have broken a major rule. You need to give an explanation for this.

A normal mystic would indeed be constrained in this regard, but the problem is, how is Wan Qi normal?

"Could it be... that the British government has come to complain?" Wan Qi asked.

"Many people still come to complain."

A senior official from the St. Love Foundation produced a list filled with names of prominent British politicians of this era.

Wan Qi didn't even need the mage's hand; he directly activated his mental power, and the paper smoothly fell into his hand.

"Let me see, tsk tsk tsk, this person, his family was the mastermind behind the Opium War, and this person and this person, their family was involved in the Boxer Protocol, wow, the Sassoon family, these are heavyweights, they must be dealt with properly, and also..."

As Wan Qi read out each name on the list, the atmosphere at the scene became increasingly tense.

Why does this person seem to be getting excited?

Ms. Z pushed up her glasses and remained silent; she already knew what was going to happen next.

"Hehehe, thank you so much. You even provided a list. What a thoughtful service." A pair of bone shackles suddenly appeared in Wan Qi's hand. After startling the foundation's senior management, he turned and left.

Constantine instantly realized the situation was dire and quickly stood up to ask, "Lord Vanchi, where are you going?"

"Didn't you give me the list? I'll go and deal with the people who caused this problem. I can even calculate the atrocities they've committed against Aurora in history. It's a perfect solution. Rest assured, within a day at most, I guarantee that not a single person will be alive in London, no, in all the cities in Britain with a population of over 100,000! I will grant them the ultimate fairness—death."

"No! Your Excellency Wan Qi, that's not what I meant!"

"Please don't act rashly! Please don't act rashly!"

"It was all a joke just now, we were just kidding. Please think it over, please think it over!"

“That list is fake. The British government has never filed a complaint, and we have never known about it.”

"There was no attack on the British Atlantic Fleet by any mysticians. It was clearly a sudden underwater volcano that struck the British Atlantic Fleet. Those losses have nothing to do with you!"

The last sentence reminded Wan Qi of what had happened when President Iraq was causing trouble for the United States, and he burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha!" After laughing, Wan Qi put away the bone scythe in his hand and said, "Alright, everyone, don't be so tense. It was just a joke. I love nuclear peace so much, how could I kill an entire family so easily? I'm not a madman who thinks everyone is disloyal, unjust, immoral, or disrespectful and has to go on a killing spree. I was just joking around."

What could Constantine and other foundation leaders do? The other side really could do that. Only then did they realize that they should never joke with nuclear weapons, even if the other side was just taking your joke seriously, the consequences were beyond what you and those around you could bear.

British Royal Family: I was just an hour away from having no heir.

Constantine felt that his heartbeat and blood pressure were not normal, but he could only smile wryly and say, "Your Excellency Wanqi, please understand us. After all, we are just ordinary people and cannot take such a big joke."

Wan Qi stood before the negotiating table and sighed, saying with some sadness, "But I can't do it. Look at you all, saying, 'Oh, Your Excellency Wan Qi, please understand us,' but you have no respect for me whatsoever, just like now..."

Wan Qi pointed to his feet, then slammed his fist on the table, roaring, "You all have chairs to sit on, but where's my chair? Where's my tea? Where's my snacks? Where are the people serving me? You have no sincerity at all! Where's your respect? Where's your attentiveness? Where's your understanding?!"

This sudden, unannounced attack threw the entire foundation's senior management into chaos.

A few minutes later, sitting in a chair, eating delicate Aurora-flavored pastries and drinking black tea brewed with forget-me-nots, Wan Qi nodded in satisfaction.

You ask why it only took a few minutes to do all this?

It's definitely a mystical art, as for the cost...

Stop talking nonsense! The key is to serve this guy well now. Is money more important than life?

This was just a minor incident during the negotiation process, at least that's what Wan Qi thought. As for the foundation's senior executives who were so tormented by him that some of them had to take heart medication, that was their own problem. As leaders, they must take good care of their own health. How can someone who can't even manage their own health properly manage others? Is this really the company's... foundation's fault?

Oh, if it's not the foundation's fault, then it must be my fault, Wan Qi's?

The final result was naturally "attributed to personal problems," since everyone is an adult and shouldn't cause trouble for the organization.

Constantine is no longer hoping for any results that would benefit the Foundation; he considers it a victory as long as this guy doesn't tear down the Foundation's headquarters on the spot.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Wan Qi leaned back in his chair and said with a half-smile, "Now, let's speak frankly. The reason I came to the Foundation headquarters this time is not for anything else, but for my good comrade-in-arms, Virtue. After all, we fought together in the Arcana and have a life-or-death bond. In our Aurora, this bond is as strong as steel. According to our Aurora tradition, what your Foundation did to her deserves the execution of her entire family."

Everyone present shuddered, then subconsciously stole glances at Ms. Z, their eyes seeming to ask: Is your Aurora tradition really this creepy?

In response, Ms. Z, holding a thermos, drank her goji berry tea without looking at anything else, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

What could she say at a time like this? She could just pretend she didn't hear it!

Then Wan Qi changed the subject: "However, for Sister Zhang's sake, this matter can be overlooked for a while. I hope the foundation can seize this opportunity to re-examine its own problems, understand what it should and should not do, and not do anything that alienates itself from the people. Let's all work together for a peaceful and beautiful tomorrow. What do you all think?"

Forget-me-not smiled and clapped, and then the others, understanding the unspoken message, began to clap, each one trying to outdo the other, as if afraid that their death would be due to clapping too lightly.

A comical scene, yet incredibly realistic.

However, everyone also kept a watchful eye on things.

Sister Zhang? Oh, Ms. Z's Aurora name is Zhang Zhizhi, pronounced like "my mother"! She's already calling her Sister Zhang. I didn't expect Ms. Z to be so resourceful. No wonder she's someone the vice president has high hopes for.

Although it's just a matter of terminology, everyone present is a shrewd individual. Some people's internal scales have already begun to tip uncontrollably, or rather, even if they don't feel that they've tipped, they will take this huge variable into account when making their choices later, and then...

Let's not forget who was actively pushing for the "Rainstorm Reform Act".

One sentence, one name, one attitude, and everyone will follow suit. This is the privilege of the strong, the rule of the strong, and the rule itself.

Violence is the underlying tone of human civilization, the foundation of order, and the pillar upon which the vines of power must cling.

At this point, it was safe to declare the St. Love Foundation a crushing defeat, but Constantine still decided to try. She needed to know how much Virtue meant to Wan Qi, what extent he would go for her, and how he would do it, because this was crucial, and could even be considered the Foundation's only possible breakthrough.

As the vice president, even if you know it's impossible, you still have to stand up at crucial moments, otherwise why would people follow you?

A leader who doesn't take the lead in crucial moments and acts like a coward will be looked down upon by others.

Especially in the Western political environment, women are easily criticized when they become leaders. If they don't stand up at crucial moments, then they can't lead the team.

Constantine knew when to do what. As for the cost, what makes an adult who wants to succeed but is unwilling to pay the price, or even risk their life, think they can succeed? In their dreams?

“Mr. Wan Qi, your willingness to take such radical action for Virtue shows that you care about her. I am very pleased that this child has such a loyal and devoted friend. However, Si Chen is, after all, Si Chen of the Foundation. Everything about Virtue is tied to the Foundation. We are a community of shared interests, and Virtue also needs the Foundation.”

The subtext is: Virtue spends most of her time under the Foundation's control, so what if something goes wrong? You certainly don't want to see that happen, right? So, can we talk about this, or perhaps you could join the Foundation?

Of course, of course, Wan Qi may not need the foundation, but he is only one person, and one person will inevitably face situations where he is overwhelmed.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere instantly turned icy, and everyone nervously looked at Wan Qi.

Will he just clear the area in a fit of anger? We can't stop him!

Vice President, why are you provoking him at a time like this? Wouldn't it be better to just end it here?

That's why you guys are just committee members, while they're the vice president.

If you want to do great things, you can't be afraid of risking your life.

“Indeed.” Wan Qi nodded, then slowly stood up and said with a pained expression, “After all, Virtue is a child who grew up in the Foundation. She’s only 16 years old. What ability does a 16-year-old girl have to protect herself? I imagine that on some lonely night, Miss Sichen must be crying silently under the covers. Every time I think of this scene, my heart aches. How can you bear to employ child labor? No, employing child labor is a British tradition. After all, you can bear to let a five-year-old clean chimneys. If she dies, the compensation is only a few pounds, or even nothing at all. Virtue is already 16 years old, so naturally you’ll use her to the extreme.”

Wan Qi slowly shook his head, then said with a cold smile, "I suppose none of you here can bear to see that scene. If an accident really happens, I have no intention of distinguishing right from wrong. I can only blame everyone here."

The hearts that had been hanging in suspense finally died.

This madman! You mean, if Wilding dies, we'll be buried with him?!

“Read, read, read. What’s with those expressions? I, Wan Qi, am not an unreasonable person. I’m doing this for everyone’s good. After all, Virtue has very few friends and her personality is so cold. It would be so lonely for her to go down alone. So I’ve thoughtfully sent you down to keep her company on the road to the underworld. You’ll have company on the road to the underworld and won’t be lonely. What a perfect solution.”

"You are right, please rest assured, we will not let such a thing happen."

Constantine forced a smile and said that she was now certain that Wan Qi cared a lot about Virtin, but he refused to accept any threats. "If you dare threaten me, I will kill you all. It is indeed heartbreaking that I cannot save Virtin, but I will make all those involved pay with their lives. Your lives and Virtin's life are nuclearly bound together. Please remember that."

Although Wilting is only a staff member of the Foundation, thanks to Wan Qi's military backing, she now has the authority to deploy military forces equivalent to that of the chairman.

After all, if you don't protect Virtue in this crisis, then Vanchi will have to send you to see her next.

Unless you can guarantee that you can resolve the issue of Wanqi first, but as everyone can see, there is no solution to this problem.

With things having come to this point, Constantine decisively backed down and admitted defeat. He had asked everything he could and confirmed everything he could. There was no point in continuing to stall for time; if Wan Qi became impatient, the outcome would only be worse.

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say. Now, I'm going to find Virtue. You, yes, you, the uncle who asked me about being late as soon as I walked in, take me to Virtue. Don't tell me you don't know where she is."

The middle-aged man whose name was called had no choice but to stand up with a wry smile and nod, saying, "Okay, Mr. Wan Qi, I'll take you to Miss Si Chen."

"Thank you for your help. Please lead the way."