Chapter 2793: Chapter 931: The Master of Hunting – Good Thing I Died Early, Or I’d Have Been Beaten Half to Death!_3
"The person hasn’t been decided yet, but I heard His Majesty is inclined to have the Prince of the Western Territory personally go over, and strengthen our Celestial Empire’s relations with those neighboring barbarian states. Speaking of which, weren’t the northerners recently sending someone over to attempt to take advantage?
Ah, with the turmoil approaching, who knows if this demonic wind will blow into our country."
"Stop! Mind your own business and don’t speak too much. You only know that someone came from the north, but have no clue who it actually is. Ha, if I told you, you’d be scared to death. That northern queen, despite being young and fearless, boldly left her own court to come personally and was particularly favored by His Majesty, who encouraged her greatly.
But these are national affairs, not for us who watch the stars to chatter about.
Sigh, the first duty in our line of work is to keep our mouths shut. We must not speak indiscriminately about things we shouldn’t talk about, or else at best lose our heads and at worst bring disaster upon our families.
Since this time going to the endless sands of the Sanghai Empire to celebrate the birthday is led by the pillar of the nation, the Prince Bai of the Western Territory, calculations indeed must be thoroughly made.
Quick, tell the others to stop slacking off and start working.
Finish early so we can end work early."
"We’ve worked until dawn, sir. Maybe give everyone a break tomorrow to play a few rounds of cards?"
"Cards, cards, all you think about is playing cards! Were you given a salary by His Majesty just to play cards every day? Is this how you repay His Majesty’s kindness? Humph! Others get a break tomorrow, but you continue your shift. If you keep neglecting work and cause trouble, see if I don’t have your hide!"
"Oh sir, last time when we played cards and I helped you set up a trap for your disliked colleague, you didn’t have this attitude!"
"You keep talking! I’ve already told you that the first duty in this line of work is to keep your mouth shut. I see you really can’t be persuaded!"
The Celestial Empire had a false alarm here; meanwhile, on the other side of the world in the endless sands, the Pharaoh King of the Sanghai Empire received firsthand reports from the royal astrologer.
The Master of Hunting has been killed by secret techniques from the Creator God and the Millennium lord! A disaster fades unseen.
Seeing this report, the Pharaoh King breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s pitiful for the old man, having a birthday coming but still tortured by such a messy incident, especially as his beloved youngest son is currently on the battlefield, and it’s uncomfortable to show no gesture as a parent.
Yet the smooth resolution of events is still worth celebrating.
The reason for celebration is somewhat similar to that of the Ancient Eastern Country.
"Tell the Kings of the Netherworld they don’t need to prepare for battle anymore."
The Pharaoh King put his scepter aside, rubbing his aching neck as he spoke to the servant beside him:
"Go ask the Sun Holy City to pause the commencement of the ’Colossal Divinity Soldier’ ceremony, have the other sun ships cease their battle preparations and return to port, and return all retrieved ’Holy Relics’ to the Creator’s Holy City to have their seals re-applied. Look at this mess, if it weren’t for Lord Paryen once again saving us from the brink; otherwise, there’d be no joy at all."
"But Your Majesty, according to the message sent back by His Highness Prince Hu Fu via the sun ship, he has confirmed that Governor Morphy of Transylvania, Mr. Morphy of the Blood Vulture Clan, is indeed God’s Chosen."
A black-cloaked close aide to the Pharaoh King whispered:
"The peaceful resolution of this incident relied entirely on that God’s Chosen activating the ’God’s Scepter’ Holy Relic on the sun ship, said to be the only one capable of controlling such city-destroying and nation-ruining powers, if similar Holy Relics exist on the Origin Pioneer, doesn’t this imply that the remaining sun ships also possess similar relics.
This poses a significant risk, you might need to deliberate early."
"Deliberate what? What do you want me to deliberate? Speak more clearly, Lord Vadiye."
The Sanghai Pharaoh King in his prime leaned back on his throne and closed his eyes, saying softly in his rest:
"Sanghai people are followers of the creator, blessed to serve our god with their souls. If Mr. Morphy is indeed God’s Chosen, then he is the destined master of the Sanghai people.
Neither you nor I can change this, nor should we!
Sanghai people are not an inferior, arrogant race, nor are they deceitful betrayers. If Mr. Morphy is born under the mission of the Creator, our duty is to fully assist him, not hinder him.
Of course, I understand your concerns.
Just like the desert Earth Wolves only follow cunning leaders, and only the bravest lions can rule the oasis, we must ponder greatly upon the survival of the nation before handing over the empire inherited from our fathers to God’s Chosen...
Send the message to my child who triumphantly won his first expedition.
Have him issue an invitation to Governor Morphy in my name, inviting him to attend my birthday celebration in two months.
I need to meet Mr. Morphy in person to determine if he is worthy of the Sanghai people’s following."
The Pharaoh King’s consideration made the loyal courtier nod, though he still harbored concerns, it was not suitable to express them now. Seconds later, the courtier quietly said without disturbing His Majesty’s rest:
"But Your Majesty, the Origin Pioneer has already fallen, General Bopal reported that even repairing it on-site would take months to soar again, and the chaos in the Ligurian Peninsula is not something that can be resolved in a short time.
If by sea route, time might be too tight."
"Then send my flagship to Transylvania to receive Governor Morphy. He is the chosen successor of the Creator God, the master of Sanghai people... he deserves such courtesy."