Chapter 1120: Chapter 158: I’m Busy, No Ti to Argue, Let’s Get Started_3
“Over on the Empire’s side, there are already seven or eight different intelligence organizations, and it’s a tangled ss internally. This is the result even after two generations of purging by Inega II and the Guardian. Moreover, the Empire doesn’t have digital currency or crystal terminals, they’re far from being able to manage information like this, let alone distribute money to the public.”
Also, the system on Canaan Moore’s side certainly isn’t all positive, otherwise, countries in the Tara Confederation wouldn’t have any sha, they would definitely copy it.
However, one has to seriously observe this aspect to draw conclusions.
“Isn’t the Blood of the Ten Kings a series of enemies?” Ian turned to another aspect of his inquiry, “Why can they split into different fields for cooperation instead of fighting each other for dominance?”
“Enemies, indeed.” The eldest daughter of the Ashlight Family sighed softly, gazing towards the exit at the end: “But Canaan Moore must beco a nation to face the omnipresent threat of natural disasters from the Azure Sky Royal Court and among Terra’s territories… We are first elves of Canaan Moore, controllers of the World Tree City, only then part of the Blood of the Ten Kings—in plain terms, it’s a Canaan Moore saying, fight but do not break, it’s the underlying rule behind all conflicts. After major directional decision etings, the Blood of the Ten Kings won’t continue their struggle and instead, work together to advance.”
“Of course, this is just the ideal scenario. In reality, even when etings end, there will be enemies who play tricks inside… and usually, they provoke each other often.”
Saying this, Anfa stopped in her tracks.
She frowned, looking at the road’s end, where another group of elves just erged from other skyship channels: “Just like this now. A feud.”
It was evident that the group of elves had also noticed Anfa’s presence. They were montarily stunned, frowned deeply at first. But soon, realizing Anfa’s current body strength didn’t seem very formidable, their frowns eased and they approached.
“What’s wrong, Anfa?”
A young elf with long azure hair at the front stepped forward, smiling slyly, “Why aren’t you taking your Ashlight Family’s neon-like skyship today and instead taking the Yinn Household’s Silver Balloon?”
“What, want to follow your aunt’s example, marry into Yinn Household as a concubine?”
With that, the elves behind the azure-haired young man burst into well-tid laughter.
Ian blinked, exchanged a glance with Yisen Gard, who slightly shook his head, indicating that the Empire’s nobles never engaged in verbal duels—the Imperial Capital’s nobles usually are straightforward in the streets, openly dueling like Count Phoenix and the Spirit Wisdom Institute, while the Northern Territory’s nobles would directly shoot arrows without much chatter, with vigorous martial spirit.
—Canaan Moore’s elves are still quite refined. This was Yisen Gard’s reflection.
—I don’t think this has anything to do with refinent, unless it’s another Terra specialty. This was Ian’s evaluation.
Then Ian exchanged a glance with Anfa, noticing her expression was so calm as if she wanted to yawn, being accustod to it, suddenly quite enlightened: “So this is just the usual exchange between the Sustenance Party and the Pillar Party.”
“Jegarna, I know you’ve always had a secret crush on my uncle, no need to use as a substitute to express your true heartfelt fantasy.”
Elegantly raising her eyebrow, Anfa lazily responded, “I always support free love, and also support the taboo love that transcends gender and family, don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll help you express your true feelings on the newspaper, headline ‘Fringe Division’s Second Son Speaks Out Courageously for True Love’, it will surely boost newspaper sales.”
“Ha.” The blue-haired elf known as Jegarna sneered, “You only have a sharp tongue, you mutt. With so many of my scandals, do I need one more of your random concoctions? If it really cos down to exposing oneself for a news attack, it’s you, who can only move using prosthetics, that should be more afraid.”
“Oh.” Anfa raised her eyebrow, “I thought everyone envied my Dragon Blood quite a bit, but it seems you’re not very honest—be straightforward, it’s not shaful to say you envy it.”
“Envy? Pity!” Jegarna shook his head disdainfully, “What’s there to envy about a fake always on the brink of bloodline collapse…”
“Sorry, hold on a minute.”
At this ti, just as Jegarna and Anfa were entwined in a fluent, who knows how many tis it had occurred, bout of mutual sarcasm, Ian suddenly spoke.
He raised his right hand, signaling both sides to pause, “Are you really not going to co to blows?”
Under the slightly stunned gaze of the elves opposite, the white-haired boy sighed, “If not, can you make way?”
“I’m very busy, in a hurry to conduct a field survey of the World Tree City, no ti for trash talk.”
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