Chapter 160

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The first half of the meeting was the same as usual.

Various nobles began to discuss freely.

But today's atmosphere was clearly not as lively as before; Brevis's three biggest figures were all present.

Lin En, Goodwin, Luna.

On top of that, just now Lin En and Luna had a tit-for-tat greeting.

No one dared to be as reckless as before.

The topics of discussion were all restrained.

Their own family's grain production efficiency, what new delicacies were recently discovered — all were trivial, irrelevant issues.

Lin En listened while observing Luna.

That woman sat upright beside the seat of honor, a smile constantly hanging on her face.

She would occasionally interject a few sentences, but they were all harmless pleasantries.

But Lin En noticed that whenever someone mentioned a topic related to the Machine Cult, her eyes would light up.

That bionic eye would slowly rotate, capturing every detail.

She was collecting information.

Lin En sneered inwardly.

The meeting proceeded to the halfway point.

Luna suddenly spoke.

"Everyone."

The hall fell silent; everyone looked at her.

Luna stood up and walked to the center of the hall.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping across every face, finally landing on Lin En.

"I invited everyone here today not only to discuss routine affairs, but also to announce one matter."

A brilliant smile appeared on her face.

"The Saint Galus Family has completed its internal reorganization."

"From today onward, I will formally assume the position of Regent King, taking full charge of all family affairs."

She looked at Lin En, her smile carrying provocation.

"Governor Sir, I hope we can cooperate well in the future."

Lin En looked at her without speaking.

The hall was so quiet you could hear breathing.

"Good, then how does the Regent King hope we should cooperate?"

Hearing Lin En's reply, the last bit of wariness in Luna's heart dissipated.

So this is the Emperor's Divine Chosen? Nothing more than this.

That signature smile reappeared on her face; she turned to everyone present and spoke in a clear voice.

"Everyone, I heard that the Governor Sir is planning a Purification Expedition targeting the Dolido Green Skins."

Everyone in the hall looked at her.

"I have just become the Saint Galus Regent King; whether by sentiment or reason, I ought to contribute a share of effort for Brevis."

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the crowd.

"Moreover, the Machine Cult has stayed on Brevis for so long; it should do some practical things for this planet."

Lin En looked at her, not rushing to speak.

"Therefore, I hope to serve as the Marshal of this expedition.

With the Noble Council led by the Saint Galus Family and the Machine Cult as the main force, to thoroughly purify the Green Skin forces threatening Brevis!"

As her voice fell, the hall fell into dead silence.

Anyone slightly smart understood her meaning.

On the surface, this is Luna wanting to contribute to Brevis.

But in reality, her appetite goes far beyond a mere Regent King.

If she is made Expedition Marshal, the Main Hive side must support her with all its strength no matter what.

Food, equipment, personnel, and so on — all resources will tilt toward her.

And in Brevis's special political environment, the Planetary Governor and the Supreme King's positions are originally nearly fifty-fifty.

One could even say that for these years, the Supreme King has consistently suppressed the Planetary Governor.

By then, even if Luna hollows out Lin En, no one will say anything.

The glory of expedition victory is hers.

The merits established during the expedition are hers.

When the expedition ends, she will return to the Main Hive leading a great army and prestige.

What does the Governor count for?

The faces of those in the Governor's Camp all changed.

Goodwin's Pure White Eye narrowed to a slit, Carter's eyebrows knitted into a "chuan" character, his fingers continuously playing with a pen.

And those who didn't understand were still looking at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what had happened.

But obviously some who understood were displeased.

President Cullen abruptly stood up, the chair legs scraping a piercing sound on the floor.

"Bullshit!"

The whole venue erupted in an uproar.

President Cullen, now the leader of the Middle City Guild, one of the earliest people to defect to Lin En.

At this moment his face flushed red, pointing at Luna's nose he began to curse:

"What the hell are you?!"

Luna's smile froze on her face.

"Just a woman taking advantage of Karadong's absence to climb the ranks!"

President Cullen grew more agitated the more he spoke.

"You're a technical person who's never set foot on a battlefield in your life, on what grounds do you become Marshal?!"

Luna opened her mouth, just wanting to retort.

But President Cullen simply didn't give her the chance.

"The Purification Expedition was proposed by Governor Sir! It was planned single-handedly by Governor Sir!"

"As the Founder, even if he doesn't become Marshal, shouldn't it require his agreement for someone else to take the post?!"

He slammed a palm on the table, shaking the teacups into jumping.

"Governor used a few months to solve Brevis's current Green Skin trouble!

Killed two War Bosses! Subdued the Ice Plains Wildmen! These merits, what do you have to compare?!"

He glared at Luna, enunciating each word.

"A technical staffer who picks peaches, wants to be Marshal?"

"Fine, first produce comparable military merits and honors! Prove you're qualified to hold this position!"

President Cullen finished speaking, panting heavily as he sat back down.

The whole venue fell deathly silent.

Luna stood in the center of the hall, her face alternating red and white.

She opened her mouth, yet couldn't utter a single word.

Those leaning toward Lin En were all holding back laughter.

Carter lowered his head, pretending to look at documents, but his shoulders were trembling slightly.

Goodwin lifted his teacup, using the motion of drinking tea to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

In those eyes that could see through everything, at this moment were written the two words "satisfying".

Even those neutral people all lowered their heads, afraid of being seen with the expressions on their faces.

After all, in the Warhammer Universe, a place with only war, no normal life or entertainment.

Honor is almost everything for most people.

Luna was rebutted into speechlessness.

She'd been in politics for too short a time, hadn't yet learned to argue with these old foxes.

If Calum had said those words just now, he could definitely have turned it around, but she......

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, those eyes no longer held any panic.

"President Cullen is right."

Her voice calmed down, even carrying a trace of self-mocking amusement.

"I indeed have no military merits, no honors, never set foot on a battlefield in my life."

President Cullen froze, he hadn't expected the other party to back down.

But Luna's following words made him unable to laugh.

"However."

Luna stared at President Cullen, her gaze carrying incomparable confidence.

"What the Purification Expedition faces is the Green Skin Army on Duliduo Agricultural Planet."

"That is a planetary campaign-level war."

"There are billion-level Green Skin units, countless war machines, all kinds of things we've never seen."

Her voice grew steadier and steadier.

"For a campaign of this level, is honor and military merit alone enough?"

President Cullen opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but couldn't speak.

Because what Luna said was fact.

Lin En is indeed formidable, killed two War Bosses, repelled a tens-of-millions-level Green Skin Army.

But that was on Brevis, on the Forbidden Wall, with natural defenses to hold.

Duliduo is different.

That's the Green Skins' lair, the territory they've operated for two years.

What concept is a billion Green Skins? Even if they stood still letting you kill, you'd kill for years.

Moreover they'll resist, charge, use those bizarre war machines.

Relying on the Vanguard Army alone, relying on the Governor's Mansion and a few unions' support, was indeed not enough.

President Cui sat in the Chair, his complexion complex.