Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Setting Off for Dark City Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Setting Off for Dark City “You’re the most shameless person I’ve ever met.”
Lin Xue’s voice came through the spiritual connection.
I chuckled, “This is called sharp thinking. I want to see how this Victor continues to pretend now.”
As soon as my words fell, Victor’s face turned extremely pale. This so-called proposal was so impactful that the poor human envoy had a massive explosion in his head and nearly fainted on the spot.
Is this a proposal? How could a statement, so shameless that even the most unscrupulous conspirator wouldn’t dare to express openly, be listed as a proposal in front of representatives of major races from all over the world? Good heavens! The words Victor used to vent were taken seriously by the Divine Messenger, and they were directly presented as a proposal!?
The representatives of the various races also wore stupefied expressions, unsure whether I was serious or joking. Whether abandoning allies who have lost their combat abilities or abandoning alliances in the midst of an internal crisis, these are topics absolutely non-negotiable openly, not even by real conspirators. Now, the Divine Messenger presented it as a proposal for everyone to vote on!
Even worse, the Divine Messenger added one more sentence:
The above proposal is presented on behalf of all humans in the Alliance by the human envoy Victor…
As soon as these words came out, whether this somewhat nonsensical proposal passed or not—it was obvious to anyone with a higher IQ than that of a table that the proposal would never pass—Victor would become a sinner among humans. His foolish and impulsive comments had made humans and the entire Alliance lose face and even garnered them a disgraceful reputation…
“I… I didn’t mean that…” Victor continued to sweat buckets but finally regained a bit of logical thinking, stammering in his explanation, “I… I was only speaking about the undead creatures! They are a bunch of sinister and dangerous beings, we must be vigilant! And moreover, I was just expressing my personal opinion, it has nothing to do with the human race in the Alliance…”
“Human,” I interrupted Victor, who seemed to be losing his ability to think, and tried to exude some of Sandora’s kingly aura to dazzle everyone. Unfortunately, I found that if I continued, I probably wouldn’t be able to muster up any kingly aura; instead, I had to keep talking with a calm and imperial demeanor, “I need to remind you of something, this is the Salvation Army’s Council hall. When you enter this hall, you are not acting as an individual, but as an envoy representing the entire human race. Every word you say represents the will of all humans, and your attitude towards anyone here represents all of humanity’s attitude towards all the races in the world. You grew up learning the teachings of the Holy Knights; surely you know their teachings of equality and justice. After decades of education as a Holy Knight, do you still harbor senseless prejudice against others?”
Victor’s lips trembled, finding nothing to say: he wasn’t stupid, and he had now clearly seen that the Divine Messenger was blatantly protecting those undead creatures. His earlier remarks had thoroughly annoyed these powerful gods from the Otherworld. Now, the wisest thing to do was to keep silent.
Seeing Victor lower his head, I certainly didn’t think this guy’s views had been changed by my rhetoric. Confucius once said: The brains of Holy Knights are made of cowhide tendons, and based on my experience, the old nobility is synonymous with stubbornness. Although I consider myself to be suave, sharp-tongued, handsome, intelligent, visionary, and full of royal and authoritative charisma…anything but that Demi-Immortal next to me who, despite appearing literate and kind-hearted, is as shady inside as a sewer cover unused for forty years, and who now keeps sweeping detestable glances over me—I still don’t think my words alone could transform this uncle full of stubbornness to go drink happily with the undead. His silence now is simply a wise choice to acquiesce. To change the views of such a stubborn man, a speech isn’t enough.
Of course, my goal was simply to make a statement, to clearly show the assembled members our attitude towards the Forgotten, and to make a few unstable elements like Victor a bit more obedient. I’m not yet powerful enough to change the minds of everyone in the world by myself.
Well, even though I am a suave, sharp-tongued, handsome, and intelligent…
Several gazes fixed on me simultaneously, and Lin Xue’s spiritual connection came stronger than ever before, “Shut up!”
“…Sorry, I broadcasted that…”
After thoroughly praising myself in my mind, I finally recovered from the near accomplishment of scaring a Holy Knight and a member of the old nobility to tears. Just then, I noticed a gaze sweeping my way. Looking up, I saw Sylvanas, seated at the lower conference table, gazing in my direction. Her blood-red eyes conveyed a mix of gratitude and confusion.
Gratitude, of course, because I had made it clear that I supported the Forgotten at this time. The confusion, however, lay in her inability to understand why I would be so biased toward the Forgotten.
When she was the Queen of Dark City, it was understandable for me to show goodwill towards the Forgotten, as they could be a strong external combat force at the time. But now…
To be honest, Sylvanas understood very well that she had completely lost her value to the Salvation Army, and before this, the Forgotten had not made enough contributions to the Divine Envoys. Why then, would the Divine Messenger still be willing to risk losing the trust of other races to help a valueless, almost infamously rotten Race?
Accustomed to thinking primarily in terms of interests and objectives, Sylvanas found it difficult to understand my decision, as there seemed to be no benefit in helping the forsaken Forgotten in such a predicament.
Could it really be just because of the so-called benevolence of a God?
Sylvanas was a little surprised by why she would suddenly think of this—since awakening as one of the Dead Souls, she had ceased to believe in any god. Even the man called “God” standing above was, to her, merely a friend who could help the Forgotten out of the quagmire.
Everyone present knew that the somewhat nonsensical proposal was just a pretext the Divine Messenger used to mock Victor. Of course, nobody would seriously discuss it… Well, with one exception. A certain saltwater creature who had been staring at the Little Goddess sipping tea with a handkerchief on the chairman’s seat with starry eyes from the beginning stupidly asked, “Ah, Divine Messenger, what does that proposal mean?”
As the Naga Envoys simultaneously had a fit, for the first time in my life, I prayed to God, “Oh, my Lord! Please remold this girl’s head!”
What was supposed to be a serious, solemn meeting destined to be recorded in history as a myth, ended in an atmosphere filled with boredom and nonsense. It wasn’t that the meeting was without results. It’s just regrettable that by the end of it, half of us were sprawled on the chairman’s table, soundly sleeping. Nevertheless, the Super Alliance that Lin Xue had been planning finally took shape that day. What remained was for these newly united forces of different races to quickly become acquainted with each other and make the greatest effort to mobilize their subsidiary Races—an item that was unanimously agreed upon at the meeting. Then, Lin Xue would do her best to predict the future, aiming to spot our enemies’ movements before they arrive. This was no easy task, as the yet-to-surface Commander of the enemy was no fool. Knowing the extent of our own movements, he surely understood how much impact a Prophet could have on the entire war, and he would undoubtedly interfere with Lin Xue’s prediction ability in every way possible. The proof was in the pudding, as Miss Lin’s predictions came bizarre and varied, ranging from a formidable frog legion sweeping across Kalimdor to a swarm of Santas falling from the sky. Clearly, such laughable predictive results were the outcome of purposeful disturbances to her abilities…
Therefore, we could only settle for second best, abandoning the attempt to foresee detailed enemy movements and simply using Lin Xue as a crisis warning radar—don’t understand? Well, think of it as an enhanced version of a woman’s sixth sense. Easier to grasp now?
And for us “Divine Envoys,” our next course of action was—Dark City.
I detest the Royal Alchemist Society, and I despise even more that Fear Demon King who has only three or four missions and stands a full two times taller than I do—I admit I’ve slightly muddled time and space—so I’ve decided to help Sylvanas reclaim Dark City.