"Rebecca went to the parliament to ask Congressman Lewis about the Paradise Island case and last night’s attack. I took the opportunity to greet her."
Ave watched Rebecca’s back. Was it really just a greeting?
The golden-haired creature patted her head a few times—you’re being too suspicious!
"How did the meeting go?"
"Very smoothly, perhaps a little too smoothly."
Diplomat Richard... completely fit her imagination of an earnest and dutiful diplomat. She couldn’t help but marvel at the rapid development of the Western Continent.
"This is the advantage of minorities in diplomacy."
Ave instinctively touched the golden hair on her head.
Although it seemed to contribute nothing to the meeting, it somehow added a lot.
If not for this tuft of golden hair, she wouldn’t be the only "survivor" of the golden-haired race. As for Ethan... this guy always made some shocking, illogical remarks, but somehow they always turned out to be validated.
"Did you bring up everything I mentioned in the meeting?"
Ave nodded, "They were very cautious."
Meanwhile, someone else had a very different opinion of Richard.
The speaker, stopped before lunch, stared at him in shock, as if transmitting the thought, "Richard, have you lost your mind?" Chapters first released on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
He remembered the parliament’s directive was to send the Empire’s envoy away, not convene a second meeting and further persuade him to attend.
The speaker didn’t want the Imperial Envoy to linger in Ophirado; it would be best if they returned by ship right after the meeting concluded.
Flor had brought an important research finding, and he absolutely didn’t want any unexpected developments at this critical juncture or for Flor to meet those so-called new cabinet members.
Who knows if those people would leverage their status to forcefully intervene in the Kane research.
Yet Richard insisted on his viewpoint, "Speaker, I believe it’s necessary for you to attend this meeting. It’s of great importance."
"Richard, let me confirm once more."
The speaker took a deep breath, "So, you’ve accepted the Deep Sea Race’s perspective that the Evil God is indeed on the verge of awakening and that the Western Continent will face another flood crisis?"
He emphasized his tone, letting Richard hear just how absurd his statement sounded.
"The key is that we have forgotten the most important thing, haven’t we?"
Richard was unwavering in his stance. On any other day, he would never have insisted on his opinion, especially in front of the speaker. After all, if the speaker wished, he could find any excuse to remove him from his position. But at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of mission, as if retreating half a step here meant abandoning the future of the Western Continent.
And the speaker became, in his eyes, the most obstinate person.
Even at the risk of impeachment, he was determined to fight to the last moment.
"All along, we have unconditionally opposed any statements regarding the Evil God and the apocalypse. I’m not questioning the parliament’s long-standing policy but believe we should understand the real reasons behind it."
Opposing for the sake of opposing is meaningless.
He looked the speaker straight in the eye, "Isn’t this your responsibility?"
"Richard, you’ve been overworking yourself lately."
The speaker frowned, "You should take a break for a while."
He didn’t know what was wrong with Richard today, but he wasn’t willing to waste more time on him.
The Lofic Consortium had an extremely important research project, far more significant than some "underlying reasons."
The speaker stood up, brushing Richard aside, "Next, I need to meet with Flor to discuss the specifics of the research... if you don’t mind."
Richard clenched his fists but eventually stepped aside.
If the speaker was going to be stubborn, then it was up to Richard to continue the investigation.