Alia...
Lynch looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, thought for a mont, and then agreed, "I’ll go take a look once the weather warms up; it’s too cold right now."
Darkstone Security will definitely need to wrap things up over there, and Lynch is quite suitable for the job due to the complex handover issues involved, such as replacing the defense line, among others.
Many imperial zones within the Alia Region are being defended and protected by people from Darkstone Security. The Gafura people no longer trust their own, only trusting those from the Federation, believing that only they can provide adequate protection.
With so business changes occurring now, Lynch could go or not go... but it’s better to go.
After all, it’s a special zone of the Gafura Empire. For a country structured around power, their attitude towards rchants is not as gentle as the Federation’s.
Lynch is a noble, so if there are issues, they won’t be too troubleso.
After hanging up the phone, he walked to the pavilion and gazed at the scenery below the hillside.
At this mont, everywhere in Nagariel radiates vibrant vitality!
anwhile, in a secret Federation prison, Preton was watching a mindless TV cody with a silly smile.
He’s quite content with his current life, thinking of it as an early retirent.
Occasionally, he requests to take a stroll outside, and the Security Committee agrees, of course ensuring security asures are strict, leaving no chance for escape.
This has made him abandon any thoughts of leaving; even if the Federation released him now, he’d choose to stay.
He’s made quite a few calls for the Federation; if word leaks out, for example, that he’s been detained by the Federation for a while, undoubtedly, the Gafura nobles would want him dead more than anyone.
Moreover, he doesn’t doubt that this news would leak as soon as he left the Federation, soone would accidentally discover his whereabouts, and the whole world would know.
Contrasting sharply with him is the Eldest Prince, whose mood has stabilized considerably recently, much improved compared to before.
He’s started accepting reality, as there’s no choice but to accept.
Who could’ve envisioned that what he once thought was a very smart move would beco the noose trapping him?
The despicable, shaless impostor actually replaced him, while the real Eldest Prince has beco a criminal captured by the Federation.
Baffled and angry for mistakenly trusting the wrong person.
Calmness follows a period of anger; after a while, it’s not so angry anymore.
Just then, several gentlen suddenly entered the room, prompting Preton to imdiately turn off the TV and sit up, "Wow, what’s happening today? Is there anything you need to do?"
He figured the Federation must need his help again in these tis, as Akumal is delivering speeches in Gafura, drawing the world’s attention.
Federation dostic TV stations are actively reporting these events and planning to award Akumal the "Defender of World Peace" dal.
It’s said the dal and award were specially created for Akumal, and the Vice President would award it to him to acknowledge his outstanding contribution to advancing world peace.
Here, only he has connections with those in Gafura, and he cherishes bolstering his image of having substantial influence in the eyes of the Federation.
But this ti, the Federation apparently wasn’t seeking his help.
"Sit down...", the leading supervisor shook his head, "Don’t be so excited, this ti isn’t for you."
He glanced at the Eldest Prince sitting nearby, "This ti we’re here for you; perhaps you’re interested in having a chat with us."
No coercion or threats, yet there’s an unspoken pressure and threat inherent, prompting the Eldest Prince to slowly stand up, "Do I need to be handcuffed?"
The head Security Committee supervisor shook his head, "No, you can’t harm anyone!"
The confidence and disdain in his voice couldn’t stir the Eldest Prince’s emotions; he was already accustod to their tone and manner of speaking.
He followed them, walked into a room where an individual already sat.
He was eating a sandwich: two slices of bread, so vegetables, tomato slices, onion rings, along with other ingredients, making it enticing.
"Would you like one?", he pointed at the plate beside him, offering one.
The Eldest Prince shook his head, sat across from him, approximately two ters apart.
His gaze returned from the Eldest Prince, back to the newspaper in front of him, reading, eating, and talking simultaneously.
"I’m Jerry from the Federation Strategic Intelligence Bureau, recently ford, quite busy with many affairs, so I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch..." he explained why he was eating now.
After he finished the one in hand, he picked up the one on the plate.
The room had only them, extrely quiet, apart from the occasional sound of newspaper pages turning, only Jerry’s chewing noise remained.
He had already lowered his voice, but the silence here still revealed it.
About five minutes later, Jerry across the table clapped his hands and wiped them with a handkerchief.
He showed a slight smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting for a while; now we can talk."
The Eldest Prince just quietly watched Mr. Jerry, saying neither yes nor no, always maintaining this attitude.
Not refusing, but not cooperating either.
Jerry seed to understand his situation, remained calm without any anger, and kept smiling, "I’ve reviewed your file, and I must say, you are an unlucky person."
"You spent money to hire soone to impersonate you, and that person turned out to be more ambitious and daring than you could imagine. You’re the unluckiest person I’ve ever seen!"
Jerry couldn’t help but laugh loudly; in the entire intelligence system, it was a joke, hiring a double to prevent problems, but the double nearly got rid of the real Eldest Prince.
It was too dramatic and too funny.
The Eldest Prince kept quietly looking at the person opposite him, without anger or sha, maintaining inner peace.
After such a long ti in confinent, it wasn’t easy for him to get angry as before.
Jerry looked at the Eldest Prince, and for a mont, they stared at each other before Jerry slowly shook his head, "You must really want to get out."
"You even wish to return to Nagariel, but you’ve never had such an opportunity."
The Eldest Prince’s eyes showed so fluctuation, change, but quickly reverted; he was unclear about Jerry’s purpose, nor did he understand what the Strategic Intelligence Bureau was.
Instinctively, he was particularly cautious, continuing to observe the other without making a statent.
Jerry remained unperturbed, turned the newspaper in front of him over, and pushed it to the Eldest Prince’s side, "Look, Akumal, you should recognize him."
The Eldest Prince glanced at the newspaper where Akumal stood among the crowd enjoying cheers and applause, shook his head, "I don’t know any Akumal, I don’t recognize him."
"No, you do. He was once a mber of your Youth Party."
The Eldest Prince was silent for a while, without continuing to refute. If the other party could ascertain such details, it ant soone from the Youth Party had betrayed them.
At first, he felt a bit displeased but soon was at ease.
Given his own situation, how could he demand absolute loyalty from others to him or the forr Youth Party?
That’s impossible; the Federation’s thods are terrifying, not everyone can withstand, and once one opens up, others won’t resist anymore.
Because they would feel that resistance is aningless.
"We plan to deal with him. We need so..." Jerry flashed an unpleasant smile, "You know, so deaths are a demise, while others are transcendence."
"As a forr leader of the Nagariel Youth Party, you have so unique qualities in certain aspects."
Whether it’s the Nagariel Youth Party or the several party nas changed later, their core ideology hasn’t deviated from expelling foreigners through violence and other ans.
Including the riots against foreigners they incited, resulting in many foreign deaths in this catastrophe.
These are their deeds; if at that ti a person declaring "use violence to stop violence" stands out against Akumal, or even... kills Akumal.
What will happen?
If it’s rely an assassination, with the Eldest Prince killing Akumal, then so people’s faith will collapse, which is not what Lynch and the Federation Governnt want.
But if after that, Akumal forgives the Eldest Prince’s cri, and the Eldest Prince becos his successor... while confessing, he continues spreading this idea, what will happen then?
Akumal’s death becos transcendental, and his demise saves the lost lambs... sorry, that’s the Federation’s saying, should be saving disciples lost in nightmares.
For those believing in this, these changes will make them more fanatical, and those not believing might sowhat pay attention to this ideological school.
As for how the Eldest Prince, inheriting Akumal’s thoughts and actively spreading this ideology, will be handled?
Perhaps, at the necessary ti, he awakens to everything, then commits suicide, which might once again transcend the entire ideological school!
Great people’s death and vile people’s death both push this ideology to a higher peak!
It’s very detailed.
The creation of the Strategic Intelligence Bureau is also related to so changes in the situation; previously, the Security Committee, Military Intelligence Bureau, etc., mainly focused on dostic security work within the Federation.
Regarding proactive penetration and defense abroad, there was actually none.
The spies they placed in various countries, in a sense, were based on "If I don’t do it, others might think I’m an idiot; although I don’t want to steal secrets, it’s better to dispatch so spies. Hope it doesn’t cause international misunderstandings..."
Now, with international situations changing daily, the President and the first director of the Ministry of International Affairs, Mr. Truman, decided to set up a departnt specifically for overseas intelligence work, which is the Strategic Intelligence Bureau.
They were newly established a few days ago, and even their office is still renovating when they took on their first case, a case related to Akumal.
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