Chapter 690: Don’t be deceived by false appearances
Titanion Realm, Soaring Bird City.
“Master, it’s true! Our human kingdom has declared war on the Sea Race!”
“His Majesty the King’s mobilization order for the nobles will soon reach here.”
In a study within the palace, Mike and Wyatt stood before Baron Torin, reporting the latest news they had obtained to him, their voices filled with excitement.
If it were in the past, upon hearing such news, Torin would surely have been very excited, would have stood up and paced the room, mulling over countermeasures with his subordinates.
But now?
Torin showed no reaction, remaining seated, engrossed in reading a history of the human kingdom’s development.
The famous noble figures recorded within greatly interested Torin.
“What exactly happened six thousand years ago?”
“The light withdrew from the continent, The Theocracy abandoned this region, and only a group of nobles held out here to the death.”
Honestly, Mike and Wyatt couldn’t understand what Torin was talking about at all.
In their view, this critical moment was a good opportunity for their own development.
However, given Torin’s current state, Mike and Wyatt truly didn’t dare to disturb him.
Don’t be fooled by Torin’s current gentle and modest appearance; beneath that hypocritical mask hid a perverted cruelty and madness.
Torin shook his head. His own foundation was too shallow, and he hadn’t read many books before; it was difficult for him to speculate on history from its roots or trace the truth.
“Don’t be deceived by false appearances!”
“Although the human kingdom has declared war on the Sea Race, the fighting hasn’t truly begun.”
“Even if fighting does break out, even if you see it with your own eyes, are you sure it’s a real fight?”
“Besides, our Soaring Bird City is inland; the war with the Sea Race won’t affect us at all.”
Torin put down the book, stood up, and walked out onto the balcony, basking in the sunlight. Even his silhouette seemed much taller.
“This war has little to do with inland cities like ours.”
“At such a time, we must continue to maintain a low profile.”
“The kingdom is at war externally. Any display of making sly moves behind the scenes will incur the enmity of the kingdom’s noble class.”
“If we’re not careful, what awaits us is a devastating disaster.”
Mike and Wyatt exchanged a look, staring at each other in consternation, both seeing terror in the other’s eyes.
“Master, so we do nothing now?”
Wyatt was a bit reluctant. Ever since Torin advanced to Alpha level and gained a voice in Soaring Bird City, they had purchased a large number of slaves and cultivated a decent armed force for Torin.
Wyatt constantly longed to take their armed forces outside the city and make a hefty profit.
“If you want to achieve great things, now is not the time. You must wait for an opportunity!”
Torin turned back, his smile holding a kind of inscrutability that Wyatt couldn’t comprehend.
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“Wyatt, make a trip to the Royal Capital. Keep a close eye on news from the slave market.”
“Investigate the situation of Sea Race slaves in the market: when they appear, their numbers, and the male-to-female ratio.”
“If you encounter beautiful female Sea Race beings, try your best to buy them. I have a use for them.”
Torin’s voice grew a bit more serious. He lacked connections with the high-ranking nobles of the human kingdom and could only judge the situation through the slave market.
“Mike, lead a team to the Stoneheart Horde and continue trading with them.”
“It doesn’t matter if profits are squeezed. As long as there’s even the slightest bit of profit, we must continue this business.”
“We need time…”
Not long ago, the Stoneheart Horde, for some unknown reason, recalled the giant bloodline warriors, took away their share of the profits, and even began to exploit Torin.
Torin had nothing to say about this, as he had anticipated it when he signed the contract with Orion.
He had the Survivor’s Platform to rely on. As long as he wasn’t forced into a dead end, he had a chance to turn the tables.
When that time came, everyone who had offended him would be punished, and debts would be collected.
“Oh, right. Later, go invite Sir Lambert to the palace as a guest. He is Princess Ava’s guardian knight; we should get closer to him.”
“Understood, Master. I’ll go right now.”
The smile reappeared on Torin’s face. He increasingly resembled a knight, a noble.
…
North, Lysinthia City.
There were no such bizarre twists here.
Orion didn’t wait until Lysinthia and the others were in danger, facing life and death, to appear as a great hero, saving society, saving the world.
Orion arrived in Lysinthia City ahead of time. His op aura spread out, causing the invading Merfolk to flee in disarray.
After Orion’s arrival, the entire Mist Bay fell silent; not a single Merfolk dared to show its head.
“Master!”
“My lord!”
“My lord!”
Unlike Slagor and Clawpincher, Lysinthia preferred to call Orion ‘Master,’ even in public.
“Collect the corpses of those merfolk. I have a great use for them later.”
Orion glanced at the merfolk corpses floating in the seawater. These were the best fodder for the Giant Kelp Water Cannons and Ocean Hunters and couldn’t be wasted.
“As you command!”
The Alpha-level Tidecrab Clawpincher unconditionally obeyed Orion’s commands.
Clawpincher jumped off the city wall and directed a group of swamp crocodiles and water pythons into the bay, beginning the salvage work.
“Tell me about the situation here.”
Orion stood on the city wall, glanced at the subordinates following Clawpincher into the water, his expression as calm as still water.
The sea breeze blew, causing Orion’s cloak to rustle behind him.
“Since the end of winter, this place has suffered a total of eight Merfolk attacks, all of which we successfully defended against.”
Lysinthia’s voice, compared to its previous iciness, was much more timid, leaving Slagor, who stood nearby, utterly speechless with surprise.
“Did that mermaid bring any influence?”
“Yes, and no.”
Orion turned back, looking at Lysinthia with puzzlement.
“Master, for now, no incidents or individuals related to the mermaid have appeared.”
“However, that Alpha-level Merfolk who invaded here did mention before that a lord seems to know about the situation here.”
“Perhaps that beautiful mermaid knows something.”