"In that case, I wonder if you all would be willing to co to Coruscant and discuss it with in person?"
"Teacher?"
Hearing the old man’s invitation, Duanmu Huai didn’t say anything, but the ssenger was slightly surprised, though he quickly lowered his head and kept silent.
"Of course, no problem."
Duanmu Huai also thought that a face-to-face eting would be most convenient. Ambitious people are good, ambitious people can get along with the Tribunal well. On the contrary, Duanmu Huai was most annoyed by the Paladins, as they often beca a true hindrance. As long as ambitious people do not get involved with the Evil God, they are much easier to work with for the Tribunal than the Paladins.
"Then I will be waiting for your arrival on Coruscant."
Hearing Duanmu Huai’s response, the old man smiled again.
"To avoid startling the snake, I suggest you all take my disciple Count Dooku’s ship to Coruscant. After all, what you have done on Naboo has already attracted high attention from the Galactic Senate and the Jedi Council. If you take your own warships to Coruscant, it might attract unnecessary trouble. And my disciple... has a certain reputation and status on Coruscant, ensuring you arrive safely."
"Then it’s settled."
The two sides talked briefly again, and then Duanmu Huai motioned for Count Dooku to return first. They would make preparations and depart. The latter, naturally, did not object and obediently returned to the hangar under the guide of the maid Puppet.
"That old man is not simple."
After Count Dooku left, Ann quickly expressed her opinion.
"I think he must be so kind of mber within the council and has always been planning to seize power. He has great ambitions and courage. He even doesn’t know our identities, yet is willing to cooperate with us. Such a person is indeed hard to deal with."
"But, didn’t he say the Galactic Senate is extrely corrupt now?"
Homura Akemi blinked.
"Could he be lying to us?"
"That doesn’t matter."
Ann shook her head.
"No matter what kind of regi, there will inevitably be so degree of corruption, just varying amounts. For a large country like the Galactic Republic, which includes hundreds of races, it would be surprising to claim there is no corruption at all internally. Even in Manaria, I don’t believe that the ministers and nobility are all selfless and good people. A state is like a person; a person will always fall sick, only the degree and frequency of illness vary. You can’t say a strong-bodied person is actually sickly just because they catch a cold."
"Politics is really complicated..."
Hearing Ann’s explanation, Mary couldn’t help but sigh; to be honest, she felt it would be better to just fight the Evil God than engage with politicians...
"This ti, Ann and Mary will co with ; others remain on standby."
Duanmu Huai wasn’t concerned and quickly made the decision. Ann was his think tank and specialized in politics. In this regard, Duanmu Huai mostly didn’t bother using his brain, relying completely on Ann’s guidance. Just like Mary sighed, politics isn’t sothing Duanmu Huai likes to engage in; professional matters should be handled by professionals. Ann, as a Princess, finds political negotiations basic, and if Ann couldn’t handle it, Duanmu Huai could... well, Duanmu Huai could at least persuade people with reason.
That settles it.
"Right, Zhenjiling, you take a squad of Night Guards and clean up this planet properly."
Before leaving, Duanmu Huai patted his head, then turned to Zhenjiling to issue another command.
"I’ve heard there’s an annoying Jabba on this planet, along with many Alien Rascals capturing Humans as slaves; this is sothing the Tribunal absolutely cannot allow, you should know what to do."
"Understood, Big Brother, leave it to ."
The reason for letting Zhenjiling lead the team is that Zhenjiling can almost be considered the PR director for the Tribunal now, and with Zhenjiling’s Superior Charm, opening a path for the Tribunal in this star territory should not be a problem.
However, just as Duanmu Huai finished giving his orders, he saw Ogis next to him grab onto his arm, then nimbly climbed up like a monkey and sat on Duanmu Huai’s shoulder, wearing an expression of entitlent—though Duanmu Huai hadn’t called her.
"Alright, let’s go."
Duanmu Huai silently rolled his eyes. What could he do with his little darling? Taking her along wouldn’t hurt; at least outwardly, it could help put the other side at ease, right?
After traveling frequently, they didn’t need much preparation, and soon Duanmu Huai and the others reached the hangar and saw Count Dooku’s ship—though described as a ship, by the Tribunal’s standards it was pitifully small, at most tens of ters long. Count Dooku didn’t waste ti; seeing Duanmu Huai and others arrive, he respectfully welcod them and then piloted the ship away from the Tribunal’s warship.
Frankly, Duanmu Huai didn’t have high expectations of the technological level of this Galactic Republic, fully prepared for a bumpy ride like on a Green Skin train. But what surprised Duanmu Huai was that it amazed him!
"My goodness, such a small ship can achieve faster-than-light travel?"
Watching the light bands flashing past outside, Duanmu Huai was sowhat impressed. Many civilizations had faster-than-light travel, but generally, even for cosmic civilizations, faster-than-light travel was mostly done on main ships, like Normandy of the Star Union.
But in the Galactic Republic, faster-than-light travel was remarkably widespread, even small, seemingly re shuttles like this had the capability for faster-than-light travel!
One had to admit, this indeed surprised Duanmu Huai.
How did the Galactic Republic set up their technology tree? Are they crazy? Who would install a racecar engine on a bicycle?
And along the way, Lumiaire also sent Duanmu Huai information on the Goddess Guard, and this is when he learned that a millennium ago, the Galactic Republic had a Vandyre too, and even established a variant Combat Nun?
Of course, it’s fair to say they were luckier than Vandyre of the National Religion, surviving until the nineteenth generation before being overthrown.
Unlike Vandyre, who was slain by the Emperor’s bride in one stroke.
Lessons from past events.
After reading the information from Lumiaire, Duanmu Huai sighed and nodded quietly.
This ti, it is paramount not to be overthrown again; lessons must be learned for a one-ti, all-encompassing solution.
Just as Duanmu Huai silently made his decision, the beams of light in front of him disappeared, and before him appeared a massive and radiant planet.
That was the capital of the Galactic Republic — Coruscant.
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