bookandnovel Chapter 465 The Long-Awaited Tarot Meeting
Chapter 465 The Long-Awaited Tarot Meeting
Chapter 465 The Long-Awaited Tarot Meeting
"One of our own? That's very possible!"
The general suddenly understood what Marshal Harold meant and not only did not refute it, but even deeply agreed with it.
Within the Fussac Empire, the antagonism between the navy and the army is undeniable; both sides are eager to destroy the other.
The Fussac Empire Navy has done this kind of thing more than once or twice.
"I can accept the death of Ivan Bratov, but what worries me now is that our plan to conquer the Rothschild Islands has also been leaked!"
Harold Einhorn put down the documents in his hand, turned to look at the gray fog outside the window, and said as if he were very worried.
"Is this even possible? I personally oversaw this matter; hardly anyone knew about it. How could the information have leaked?"
The general was shocked again and quickly retorted.
It's no wonder he reacted this way, because if the information really was leaked, then he, who had been in charge of handling this matter, would be the primary person in charge.
He also believed that his grandfather would not show him any mercy or treat him differently just because of blood ties, so he absolutely could not take the blame.
"Of course I leaked it. After all these years, Clark, you still haven't improved. You get anxious as soon as something happens."
Harold stood up, walked to the French windows, glanced at his most capable grandson, and scolded him with barely concealed excitement.
Nonsense! If you were to be falsely accused and potentially get yourself killed, you'd probably be even more anxious than I am!
Although he harbored some resentment towards his grandfather, Clark Einhorn still asked in shock, "Why did you leak our plan to conquer the Rothschild Islands!"
No, you're plotting against His Excellency Akhomatova, aren't you?"
Clark, seeing the barely suppressed excitement on Harold Einhorn's face, finally realized what was happening.
"You're not too stupid. If you can't even figure this out now, I'll start to doubt whether you can keep up with me!"
Harold Einhorn's simple words sent a chill down Clark Einhorn's spine, sending a shiver down his spine.
The competition among Einhorn's was fierce, and he had no doubt that if he were deemed "incompetent," his juniors, including his own son, would come out to tear him apart and fight for his place.
For a moment, Clark Einhorn dared not say another word and stood there straight, waiting for orders.
Harold Einhorn stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the soldiers who were undergoing physical training. After thinking for a while, he said, "Notify Number One now and tell him to find out Einhorn's whereabouts as soon as possible and keep him in Bayam if possible."
Additionally, you instructed the First Fleet to conduct a simulated landing exercise near Pasu Island to draw the attention of the Storm Church, while the Second Fleet approached the Interseas to make a move to support the army's operations and distract the Kingdom of Rune's navy.
Meanwhile, with both locations drawing everyone's attention, the Third Fleet secretly sailed towards the Cargas Islands at a rate of one ship every two days. Upon arrival, they concealed themselves and awaited further orders!
"Yes, I'll take care of it right away!"
Despite having a bellyful of questions, Clark Einhorn dared not ask anything, preparing himself only to be a machine that carried out orders.
He had no right to interfere in the battles between important figures, especially the battle between two Einhorn angels.
Bayam, the capital of the Roside Islands.
A general, dressed in a Ruen naval uniform, with black hair and dark blue eyes full of authority, is listening to his secretary's report.
"In other words, our number one target in the Central Sudanese Navy, Vice Admiral Ivan Bratov, was wiped out by a greenhorn?"
"Has our Central Sudanese Navy lost face with a newly formed army that's less than six months old?"
The one who couldn't hide his anger and questioned was none other than Admiral Emilius Levitt, the supreme commander of the Sunia Navy in the Kingdom of Rune.
Upon hearing this, a secretary with delicate features, a refined demeanor, a slightly high hairline, and light blue eyes stopped her report, placed the folder under her arm, lowered her head, and did not respond, her meaning self-evident.
Snap—
A beautiful teacup was smashed at the secretary's feet, the spilled tea soaking his straight trousers. The secretary acted as if nothing had happened, standing there quietly without making a move.
Just then, a guard knocked on the door to report that the governor had sent someone to visit the general's residence shortly. General Emilius Levitt then composed himself and instructed his secretary, "Go change your clothes, then go to the door and greet him!"
Logically speaking, in a colony, the governor's position should be higher than that of the military commander, but Emilius Levitt himself was an open demigod, so his position was somewhat special.
This is also a unique configuration for the Roside Islands to directly face the Fussac Empire's navy.
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
The secretary responded without any emotion and then left the office.
When the governor was ushered in by his secretary, Emilius Levitt also rose to greet him.
After some pleasantries, the two sides didn't get to the point for a while, but in the end, the governor couldn't help but say in a sarcastic tone, "The successful annihilation of the Twilight Pirates and the killing of the Twilight Lieutenant General is truly gratifying. All the expatriates of the Kingdom of Rune are now joyfully preparing to celebrate."
Your navy really did a fantastic job keeping this operation a secret internally!
Anyone would know that taking down the Twilight Pirates is a great achievement, but it's clearly unreasonable that the highest-ranking official of the Roside Islands would be completely absent from such a prestigious event.
Emilius Levitt's already unpleasant expression turned even more unpleasant.
It was not only the bureaucratic system, represented by the governor, that was embarrassingly absent from this matter, but it was also even more shameful that he, as the supreme commander of the army in this region, was completely unaware of it.
Although this new army only carried the name of the navy and actually had nothing to do with the navy, it was a different story in the eyes of ordinary people.
In short, with the Twilight Pirates wiped out, all parties in the Roside Islands are now in a precarious situation.
"You didn't come all this way today just to mock me, did you?"
Admiral Emilius Levitt was in a bad mood, and his tone became somewhat unfriendly.
"Of course not, I just wanted to discuss with you how to reward this new army that has made such a great contribution!"
Although the governor wanted to use this incident to teach Admiral Emilius Levitt a lesson, he hoped even more to cooperate with him and save face.
"Oh? Just say what you're thinking, don't beat around the bush!"
As a soldier, Emilius Levitt disliked the roundabout way of speaking of bureaucrats and politicians.
"Dynius Island is not far from Bayam; this new army can arrive in seven or eight days."
I'd like to hold a grand victory ceremony at the naval port, inviting all the prominent figures from Bayam to celebrate this great victory together. What do you think?
Emilius Levitt leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought.
He understood the governor's meaning: he wanted to use this method to give the outside world the illusion that they were all involved in the operation to suppress the Twilight Pirates, thus deceiving some people who did not know the truth.
This way, we can reduce potential pressure and find ways to share some of the credit.
"But this matter also requires Major General Evan Horn's cooperation!"
Emilius Levitt was now tempted by the governor's plan, which was the best way to save face at the moment. However, this plan was not without risk, and the biggest risk was the commander of the new army, Major General Evan Horn.
If the other party doesn't cooperate, then it's not a matter of saving face, but rather losing even more face.
Moreover, there is a high chance that the other party will not cooperate with their actions, because this is a way of sharing their profits.
Sometimes, touching vested interests is even harder than touching the soul!
"That's why we need Your Excellency to step in and coordinate. After all, you are a senior member of the Navy and also a demigod."
I believe that as long as you intervene, even if Major General Evan Horn is dissatisfied, he will have no choice but to accept it!
The governor believed he lacked the resources to suppress the well-connected Evan, so he wanted to push Admiral Emilius Levitt to the forefront.
He didn't hide his true intentions, but he also believed that the other party would eventually agree to this solution, as it was in their best interest.
"You can start preparing now, I need to think about it some more!"
Admiral Emilius Levitt certainly didn't want to miss this good opportunity to save face for the Navy, but he was also very wary of Robert Horn, so he seemed extremely conflicted.
The governor did not insist that General Emilius Levitt give him a definite answer immediately. In fact, in his eyes, the general's request for him to make preparations in advance was already an implicit agreement. So he stood up and left the general's residence.
"Lü Er'an, you've just been transferred to my side as my secretary. You were previously working at MI9 headquarters in Backlund. You should tell me your thoughts on Major General Evan Horn!"
Emilius Levitt pondered for a long time but still couldn't make up his mind. He glanced at his secretary, who was tidying up the coffee cups on the coffee table, and casually asked a question.
"I don't know Major General Evan Horn. He has always been in charge of field operations and I don't have much interaction with him."
"Then you must have heard of some of them!"
Emilius Levitt did not let his secretary off easily, insisting that he say something.
"I've only heard that Major General Evan Horn is a very capable person, but also very easy to communicate with. I don't know much else."
Emilius Levitt nodded thoughtfully and let his secretary go.
On the seemingly unchanging gray fog, the gathering convened by Mr. Fool is underway!
Everyone was listening intently to what "Derrick the Sun" was saying.
"A few days ago, Silver City organized an exploration team to explore the afternoon town."
That is the only path from Silver City to the Giants' Court, the gateway separating myth and reality!
"The Sun" Derrick captured everyone's attention with just two sentences, and everyone waited with varying expressions for what he would say next.
Derrick omitted less important details and went straight to his encounter in Afternoon Town, explaining how he discovered the hidden altar, how he identified the names of the three angel kings, and how he entered the other side of the town and discovered the titles "Dark Angel" and "Redemption Rose."
At this point, Derrick sincerely thanked Mr. Fool again for helping him escape his predicament!
Finally, he emphasized his experience of his shadow turning into a monster and the words of the clergy who kept confessing in the church!
Everyone present was stunned by these prophetic words, and the entire gray fog fell into an unspeakable silence.
"Mr. Fool, who has tempted the Dark Angel, Sasriel? And who does the fourth name represent? Why can't it be spoken aloud?"
Derrick looked with pious eyes at the "Fool" sitting there, who seemed to control everything in the world, hoping to get an answer.
And everyone in the Tarot Club focused their attention on "The Fool".
It finally came—
After responding to his plea and saving his life, Klein knew he couldn't escape this problem after all.
Fortunately, the magician didn't perform unprepared. He chuckled calmly and said meaningfully, "Because it's a secret!"
Before anyone could react, Klein looked at Mr. Evan, the "Power to the Left of the Sun," and said, "You should know more about this than I do!"
Everyone's gaze immediately focused on Evan again.
After learning about what happened in Afternoon Town a few days ago, Klein had a vague guess: could the Dark Angel "Sasriel" be the true creator who later went mad?
So he also intended to take this opportunity to test Evan, who was both the true creator and the chosen one of the goddess of night.
Evan felt the gazes focused on him and cursed Klein in his heart for being a liar.
Evan, who has been studying Lord of Mysteries, has long wondered if the true creator is the Dark Angel "Sasriel," but so far there is no more conclusive evidence to support this guess.
Speaking in the gray fog could have unpredictable consequences, so Evan could only evade the question by saying, "That name is unspeakable, which means that the Angel King may very well have become a truly unspeakable being!"
In mysticism, the ineffable existence often refers to the true God.
None of the people present were newcomers to the extraordinary world who knew nothing. They understood what those words meant. Considering the way the priest died, they looked at each other in bewilderment and dared not speak.
After a long pause, Derrick continued, "After dealing with the monster formed from our shadows, everyone from the chief to the ordinary exploration team members suddenly heard a faint but deeply felt sound of pain."
Have any of you ever felt this way before?
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