Chapter 112: The Strange Calm

  "Haha, Governor, you're too kind. I'm very satisfied with the gift from last night. I didn't expect to find such a beautiful woman in a remote place like Sas Province. Thank you for your kindness." The man, who was called Crown Prince, and was approaching middle age, sat upright on the main seat, smiled and replied elegantly.

  "It's my great honor, Your Highness, that you are staying at the Governor's Mansion. Not only is it an honor for me, but also for the millions of military and civilians in the entire Sas Province. We should serve you well. Since you were satisfied with last night's gift, I will prepare a few more gifts for you, please accept them, Your Highness."

  The old man sat in the first seat on the left, straightened his body and spoke to the man with an unusually respectful expression.

  "Haha, my dear Governor, aren't you afraid that I'll bring calamity to the people under your rule?" Upon hearing this, the man's smile grew even thicker. He burst out laughing and asked the old man in front of him with a hint of teasing.

  Perhaps due to his gentle appearance, or perhaps the excellent aristocratic education he received, this man's loud laughter not only didn't lose its courtesy but also gave people a refreshing feeling like a spring breeze.

  "The prince smiled and said, 'It's an honor for them and their families to receive your favor. I guarantee that the people of Sas Province will not have a single complaint.'" The old man saw the man's behavior and his intention to curry favor grew stronger.

  "Alright, dear Governor, one gift is enough, too many would be inappropriate. Besides, I liked the one from last night, I plan to bring her back to the Imperial City after the war." The man waved his hand at the old man, smiling faintly as he rejected his proposal.

  "But she is also very beautiful, Your Highness." The old man looked a bit flustered.

  "Governor, isn't what's coming next the real deal among the powerful and prestigious nobles of the western provinces? Last night was just a probe." The man still had a smile on his face, but this sentence scared the old man quite a bit.

  "Your Highness, there is no such thing, no such thing at all. It was I who was so eager to present the gift that I forgot your magnanimity, your magnanimity." The old man hastily stood up from his chair and bowed to the man.

  "Haha, alright Governor, please sit down. I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously." The man saw the old man's panic and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, but he still smiled and got up to help the old man sit down.

  "Thank you, Your Highness." The old man was supported by this man and hastily thanked him.

  "Your Excellency, the good things in this world are almost infinite, such as beautiful women, fine weapons, and top-notch martial arts techniques. However, our energy is very limited. If we possess too much, it's no longer a source of satisfaction but a burden." The man helped the old man sit back down, then sat back in his own seat, explaining with a faint smile.

  "Oh, Your Highness is indeed wise beyond your years. I, a lowly minister, have not grasped this truth despite my advanced age. You, on the other hand, are so young yet see things with such clarity. It's truly embarrassing for an old man like me." The elder didn't even care what the young man was saying and immediately began to flatter him.

  "Haha... Hehe..." Hearing the old man's words, the man seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter, laughing and shaking his head repeatedly before lowering it.

  "What's wrong, Your Highness? Did I say something incorrect?" The old man asked in a low voice, somewhat at a loss seeing the man smile like that.

  "It's nothing, Governor. I just feel very happy." In the instant before the man lifted his head to answer the old man, the few hints of disappointment in his eyes were quickly covered up, and he regained his previous calmness.

  "Dong, dong"

  "Your Highness, the battle report from the front line has been summarized today." A man in his middle age, wearing a white long gown with a cyan long sword embroidered on his chest, lean and with eagle eyes and a hooked nose, knocked on the door of the secret chamber before entering without waiting for permission.

  "Ah, Viscount Wisler." As soon as a man with a name walked in, the old man sitting down immediately stood up and greeted him.

  "Ah, Governor, we're of the same rank, no need for such formalities." The man spoke politely, but his eyes didn't even glance at the old man as he walked straight up to the man sitting in the main seat and bowed.

  "Huh, Governor...". Seeing this middle-aged man being so rude, the younger man sitting down looked a bit embarrassed.

  "Your Highness, I still have some official business to attend to. May I take my leave first and deal with these trivial matters? We can discuss further another day." The old man was also a seasoned politician and knew what he should do at this moment.

  "Alright, the Governor's business is urgent, you go ahead and attend to it first." The seated man's expression eased, and he smiled in agreement with the old man's request.

  "My dear Visler, can't you be more polite?" The elderly man said to the middle-aged man standing in front of him with some dissatisfaction after he left.

  "A person who can't bear great use, Your Highness, why must you treat him with excessive courtesy." The middle-aged man retorted back at the person in front of him, his face unchanging.

  "Useless... *sigh* indeed, just an old foolish insect, nothing much to make use of." Upon hearing the middle-aged man's evaluation of the elderly man who had just left, the refined face of the seated man also revealed a hint of disdain, but in just one breath he regained his composure.

  "How's the front line? Nothing's wrong, right?" The man who was still sitting spoke up after a moment.

  "Everything is going according to Your Highness' plan, we can confirm that the Beastman Kingdom has indeed mobilized its entire nation, their front lines are filled with veteran soldiers. Although we have lost a considerable amount of strength over the past two days, we have also inflicted significant losses on them."

  "It can be said with certainty that the war will continue until winter." The middle-aged man replied to the question, basically expressionless, only when he said the last sentence, a few points of sharp light appeared in his eagle-like sharp eyes.

  "Very good." Upon hearing this response, the man sitting upright grasped his own slender white hands in satisfaction.

  "Everyone, prepare to change shifts. Third fire team, rest. Second team, first fire team, take your positions." As the sun that had just risen in the east shone again on the black stone walls of Emal Fortress, Liu Yu lightly touched his forehead, and a night's patrol finally came to an end, the tension throughout the whole night making him somewhat fatigued.

  "I'm going to get a good sleep, I'm dead tired." Nari stretched out his long body and let out a loud yawn after the entire Flame Beasts' Bimon warriors finished running down the city walls in formation.

  "Hehe, this kid." Di Qing looked at this young new recruit with a smile on his face and said to Liu Yu.

  "Hey!" Liu Yu shook his head helplessly and quickly walked towards the barracks. After such a night, no one was not tired, now they most needed to have a good sleep.

  One evening, a day later, when the sun slowly turned from golden to dark yellow, forming a beautiful sunset glow, on a hillside behind the Emal fortress, a golden-haired warrior sitting facing east opened his eyes.

  "Another day has passed, and he still hasn't come." Liu Yu muttered to himself, his eyes filled with doubt.

  Three days later, the sun just barely exposed a few rays of light from the eastern land. Liu Yu, wearing a black long gown, quietly walked out of his camp and came to a hillside behind the fortress, casually sitting down facing east.

  Liu Yu glanced at the rising sun, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but soon he quietly closed them. Before long, a faint golden light enveloped his body.

  Two days later, under the same sunset, Liu Yu opened his eyes again and looked towards the already somewhat dim but extremely calm East.

  "The autumn harvest should be about over, can't let such an opportunity slip away." Liu Yu's expression was solemn, with a hint of puzzlement.

  A month later, Liu Yu walked quickly into a light golden military tent behind the Emarben fortress.

  "Is the military running out of food and supplies?" Liu Yu asked anxiously, holding a fist-sized black bread in his hand, to Louis who was sitting on the main seat, also holding a similarly sized black bread.

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