"Yes."
Feistin remained expressionless and made a gesture of invitation.
"Please follow ."
...
The two moved to the study.
As the door to the study opened, the copper candleholders in the corner automatically lit up, casting a soft and heavy light into the dim room.
Luo Yan noticed a deeply styled and realistic oil painting hanging on the study's wall—it was Feistin's own.
Unlike the magic photos in Mia's room, this painting was static, and judging by the use of paint and the composition with a strong sense of space, it should be the work of a master.
Feistin closed the door and casually waved, making the curtains automatically fall, isolating this space from the corridor's noisy chatter.
He didn't start talking imdiately but stood in front of the wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of deep red wine, then handed one to Luo Yan.
"I guess you need so."
"Thank you."
Luo Yan didn't refuse, took a sip to quell the fluctuation in emotions caused by the earlier incident, and delved into the main topic.
"I want to talk to you about the issue concerning the 'Gana Continent.'"
Upon hearing this, Feistin raised his eyebrows slightly, didn't speak, but silently took a seat, inviting Luo Yan to sit as well.
Luo Yan sat opposite Feistin, looking into those scrutinizing eyes, and continued to speak.
"With your connections in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I'm sure you already know, I have a servant currently on the Gana Continent… Though not yet firmly established, I have enough confidence in him to sow the seeds of shaken belief in the empire's colony, gradually corrupting the colonists into loyal servants of Lord Demon God."
"What gives you this confidence?" Feistin asked indifferently.
Luo Yan smiled slightly.
"In the Demon King Territory, I'm not rely running the Demon King Territory… To be honest, I also have shares in the trade routes across the Vast Ocean."
Feistin glanced at him in surprise but perhaps, after considering his identity as a human, didn't find it odd.
Demons often find it difficult to integrate into the Aus Empire, only able to control indirectly or corrupt the nobles there, but Luo Yan is different… He himself is human.
And precisely because of this, he can achieve things so powerful demons cannot, which is not only Feistin's judgnt but also endorsed by Intelligence Minister lusine.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Luo Yan put down the wine glass, interlacing his fingers, his gaze calmly eting Feistin's eyes, "To Hell, that continent is a perfect opportunity. If we can stamp our mark on the local colonists' hearts, not only could we pull the Gana Continent's Lizardn into our camp, but use it as a springboard to let the corruption spread down the empire's most fragile nerve endings, and towards their body!"
Feistin quietly listened to the end, gently swirling the red liquid in his glass, his voice low:
"Your idea… is good."
He paused, then shifted his tone:
"But as there are no outsiders here, let be frank… I don't quite recomnd you directly intervening in the power play between Caesar Colin and Goliath Soron."
"Especially since you recently had an unpleasant encounter with Goliath due to the Seldo Port incident. That old guy didn't say anything, but it doesn't an he doesn't have tricks up his sleeve… In a place like Hell, Witches are always the most troubleso."
Feistin hoped Luo Yan could temporarily restrain his ambitions and not rush.
Charcoal burned too hotly turns to ash easily.
As for Hell—
Such grand narratives are just to fool goblins below. Talking about Demon God and Hell in private makes no sense.
Even "Iron-blooded Prince" Caesar Colin, known for his hardline tactics, hasn't really planned to push the front to the Holy City.
Just like the empire never really thought they could conquer Hell—they simply don't care for the sunless underground, as the demons of Hell don't care for the soil under sunlight.
Only the lichs living in the past and goblins who can't tolerate harsh environnts are anxious.
Luo Yan didn't rush to argue, just nodded calmly.
"That's why I ca to consult you."
With this, Feistin's eyebrows finally twitched, his lips gradually curving into a subtle smile.
"You've handled the Dragon family's issues cleanly and thoroughly. I couldn't figure out exactly how many cards you played, and now you're here asking what to do? You know best what to do."
Feistin's implication was clear—
Follow the pattern with the Dragon family, foster a compliant puppet to remotely control, what's the need to ask him?
But there's the problem.
Not just anyone can qualify as that puppet; they must at least help bear so pressure from Demon City—especially from Goliath Soron.
He wants to set his own layout, and this person must not be manipulated by the religious minister of Demon City. Their ability can be secondary, or even completely absent, but they must have a strong enough background to withstand pressure, and not be tempted.
Mia is actually a good candidate.
And the proposal offers Feistin definite advantages, whether considering fostering an heir or from the family's practical interests… he's never one to hog the honor in hand.
Yet, Feistin doesn't seem interested, uncertain if it's due to concerns about unclear situations possibly affecting the Padric Family's core interests, or simply out of paternal affection.
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