Staying a night in the Imperial Palace is a rare experience; he inford the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs and then settled down with peace of mind.
Everything here is the finest in the world, from a tile that reflects a person’s image to the pure gold edge designed to prevent injuries during collisions. Every place and everything exudes a nobility and luxury that only the Imperial Family can afford.
In the evening, after returning to his room, he watched TV for a while. The television programs in Gafura were much more open than Lynch had imagined.
In the Federation, adult channels are only allowed to broadcast during specific tis and must adhere to strict content requirents, but here, adult channels air twenty-four hours a day. There’s not much content control, and what is shown is quite bold.
Lynch was initially shocked; he thought this wasn’t very Gafura-like, as it is a monarchy and a rather serious country where such content shouldn’t appear on television.
But he quickly understood why. Precisely because this is a monarchy, it exhibits such characteristics.
Activities that are illegal in the Federation are legal here and have developed into a full industry chain, making adult channels seem very normal.
After watching an evening news segnt, Lynch went to bed early, needing to be refreshed to face Gafura’s monarch and ministers.
In the morning, waking up from a ten-square-ter bed, the maids had already prepared bathwater and a new set of clothes for him. Under their service and guidance, he went to the dining room.
An exclusive dining room; the place where he stayed felt like a separate villa or suite with a full set of various rooms. At that mont, he was enjoying a breakfast that others could seldom eat—the Royal breakfast.
He ate slowly, reading so newspapers along the way. Gafura’s newspapers were a bit more interesting than those of the Federation, with more political news rather than the Federation’s dominance by capitalist and entertainnt news.
Though he found it interesting, the attendant serving him seed sowhat... restless.
"You seem a bit uneasy?" Lynch leisurely ate his exquisite breakfast.
The attendant shook his head with a smile, "No, Mr. Lynch."
"Am I taking too long with breakfast?" He glanced at his wrist; it seed to be just about twenty minutes, but from the attendant’s forced smile, it was clear that they indeed felt his breakfast was too long.
This also ant that the Emperor and ministers were waiting for him and were eager to et with him—the Majors had accomplished their mission.
With a smile, he popped the last bite of food into his mouth. The breakfast prepared by the chef was very sumptuous, especially the paste made for spreading on bread, primarily made of lamb liver and fish oil.
Consuming it offered none of the gritty texture usually associated with lamb liver; instead, it was smooth and silky like animal fat when solidified, neither fishy nor gay.
The seasoning was also nice, with a hint of a milky aroma, and with the food, it left a special savory aftertaste in the mouth.
After finishing the last bit of soup, Lynch dabbed the residue from his lips and mouth corners with a napkin and stood up, "Alright, we can go!"
The attendant breathed a sigh of relief; Lynch had taken longer to eat breakfast than the Emperor, and now the Emperor and the nobles were all waiting for Lynch. The idea of Lynch leisurely eating breakfast made the attendant quite anxious.
While people might not bla Lynch, they might put bla on him, like accusing him of not reminding Lynch that breakfast ti had long passed.
When the big figures wanted to vent their dissatisfaction, people like him had no room to resist.
Fortunately, Lynch finally finished.
After walking through several corridors, the attendant led him to the Ruler’s Hall, where the Emperor sat high on the steps. Upon seeing Lynch enter, the initial impatience on the Emperor’s face imdiately vanished, and his gaze seed a bit flickering.
"Your Majesty, gentlen, good morning!"
The people returned Lynch’s greeting. The nobles were indeed arrogant, but they also followed so rules, even the Emperor acknowledged Lynch with a nod.
Pointing to one of the seats, he said, "This is your seat, Lynch. Here, we are not accustod to anyone standing and speaking to us."
After thanking, Lynch sat down, and an attendant brought him coffee and a few exquisite little pastries.
Lynch briefly observed elsewhere; almost every minister had a small round table beside them with a cup of coffee or herbal tea and so pastries.
A very intriguing experience!
"Last night, the Governor of Alia already called , informing that your people have captured Haiyan, and the organization he belonged to has been destroyed. He was very surprised..."
"But amidst his surprise, he also asked a question: How did you achieve this?"
In fact, the Governor of Alie never asked him this question; it was the Emperor who wanted to ask it himself, "As far as I know, the Federation has no investnt projects in Alia, and it’s rare to see your people there. How do you grasp the local situation so well and capture such a vicious rebel leader?"
"I, along with all the courtiers, share a similar doubt: how do your people know where these individuals are hiding and manage to annihilate them so swiftly?"
"Perhaps, you had contacts with them beforehand, correct?"
Calming down from his excitent, the Emperor soon noticed a problem: Lynch’s people could resolve issues with such precision and speed, indicating they seed to know the circumstances of these individuals.
This inevitably leads to further speculation, such as the long-standing claim that the Federation people are the strongest backers behind these resistance groups. It’s precisely due to the Federation’s involvent that Alia Region has deteriorated to the current state.
These resistance groups received stable supplies, acquired firearms, ammunition, and even explosives, which made them more aggressive.
During the previous period, although conflicts were ongoing, they were minor skirmishes. The local resistance groups did not have weapons; at most, they would use knives to slit the throats of patrols at night.
But once they had weapons, the conflicts rapidly escalated.
Before Lynch’s arrival, the Emperor and ministers already had so discussions in this regard and concluded one point: Lynch might be the covert supporter behind so resistance groups.
Now that Lynch was here, the Emperor posed the question.
He looked at Lynch, unable to discern any emotions. Regardless of how Lynch responded, he could quickly find ways to refute Lynch, which added a knowing smile to his face.
But this ti, things did not go as he wished. Lynch did not refute this claim and admitted it openly.
"We indeed have so contact, Your Majesty. I do not deny this."
Lynch spoke openly, but the Emperor was at a loss for words. It was like an angry husband catching his wife’s lover who was already dressed and sternly asking, did you do it? The lover responded, yes, bringing a speechless shock.
Won’t you even try to explain, just straightforwardly admit it like this? How does this place ?
Fortunately, the ministers reacted quickly, with one minister asking discontentedly, "Do you know what you’re saying, Mr. Lynch? You’re supporting those rebel organizations, which is a serious cri!"
"That is only serious for you!", Lynch showed no fear towards the minister’s accusation, looking at the Emperor seated high on the throne, "Your Majesty, you know I am a rchant, and a rchant’s duty is trade."
"I sell what the Federation has to those in need and earn from them; this is my job!"
"I would never engage in anything illegal according to Federation laws. I can swear by the Lord that all my business in the Federation is lawful and protected by law."
"We cannot simply apply the laws and rules of one country to two politically, socially, and culturally distinct nations; it is unfair and unjust."
"Furthermore, I’m not the only one doing this. I’ve heard that behind the Pretton Pirate Group is the Gafura’s Minister of the Navy..."
The Emperor suddenly coughed. Everyone knows things like this; there’s no need to spell it out explicitly, as it would only lead to embarrassnt for everyone.
Using Pretton was the demand of the situation. The Gafura Empire was not conveniently able to send the Navy openly to scout the seas and coastlines of so countries, so Pretton provided convenience.
They could act as pirates, attacking ports to gauge the location of coastal artillery and the defensive forces of the ports, or transform into spies to infiltrate and sabotage.
But this cannot be openly discussed; a military power supporting pirates... is not only unpleasant to hear but also offends everyone around.
This precisely explains Lynch’s connection with so resistance groups in the Alia Region. Like he said, he’s a rchant who doesn’t care about the other party in trade; as long as they have money, he’ll sell his goods, all legally.
Lynch ceased his speech amid the Emperor’s coughing; he had achieved his goal.
"Let’s forget about past happenings. The Governor of Alia has praised your subordinates highly. I saw what you intended to show yesterday, so we can now discuss the ensuing matters..."
The Emperor initially intended to act out but ultimately found no opportunity. Lynch is a reasonable man, and as Emperor, if he doesn’t act reasonably he’ll be looked down upon by Lynch.
Moreover, this is indeed not the ti to debate right or wrong. Lynch has shown willingness to solve problems for the Empire, which is most crucial.
"If I hire your people to resolve Alia Province’s security issues, what cost would I need to pay?"
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