486: Chapter 15: Battle for Agents_4 486: Chapter 15: Battle for Agents_4 He finished speaking; there was nothing more to say.
Aorus bowed his head, quietly awaiting the Creator Realm Mage’s verdict.
“Sit down, child,” Hadrian said as he poured another glass of wine for him, “Look how worked up you are!
Drink to calm your nerves.”
“Thank you…
I apologize for my rudeness, Mr.
Hadrian.” Aorus returned to his chair, took the glass, and drained it in one gulp.
The cold liquid burned his throat.
“Never mind!
You know what?
You remind me of your father.
He was the same when he was young, always speaking loudly, thinking he was the best in the world…
Now he’s not so impulsive anymore, more steady in his actions, but I still liked the younger Gaius.
Because he had dreams in his eyes when he was young, daring to do what others wouldn’t.”
Hadrian looked at the sunlight, swirling the bottle.
He stared at the amber liquid with a slight smile on his face.
“You would make a good leader…
yes…
responsible and reliable.
But let’s get back to the point.
What about me?”
Aorus knew it was the final hurdle.
The “Rainbow Winged Lord” Hadrian would preside over the City of the Sky personally to get immediate access to the latest intelligence on Dragon Species research, to satiate his craving for knowledge.
If the Empire took firm control of the City of the Sky, what awaited him would be an “off-season” of three years, or even six.
Six years was just too long for a 97-year-old man to wait.
— Could he use this as a bargaining chip?
Impossible, the Creator Realm Mage’s methods far exceeded his imagination, and Hadrian had countless ways to obtain the latest research results.
Therefore, Hadrian was calm and magnanimous.
He had to put forward his greatest bargaining chip, something that Hadrian cared about, something he could offer.
This chip must be heavy and precious, with an urgency that could tip the scales of interest in an instant!
He had an idea.
“There will inevitably be some friction…
tiny, unofficial frictions…
during the transition of agents,” Aorus said slowly, “and it is very likely that the Heart Phase Weapon’s Sealing vessel could become unstable during this process.
If an accident causes the vessel to lose its will, we might have no other choice but to pray for your help to stabilize the weapon.”
“Oh, the youth these days!” Hadrian shook his head, “Why speak in such roundabout ways?”
Aorus spoke plainly, “I can give you the Final Sword.”
“Oh…”
The old man rose from his chair, his usual tranquility gone.
He no longer seemed elderly; his face was filled with a vivacity that the young could hardly match, his eyes dominated by surging curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, making him appear as greedy as an adventurer, yet revealing the unique intellect of a researcher.
“A valuable research material, now that’s very appealing to me!”
Aorus also stood up, his expression somber.
“This city has never had the position of agent, so the officials won’t intervene.
But I guess…
your agent must be recognized by all powers.
All of them, understand?
Including schools and laboratories, including the Superpower Organization, and those behind them.”
“I understand.”
“The deadline is the end of this month; you have less than two weeks,” Hadrian glanced at the calendar and said ambiguously, “Not much time left, eh!”
“I’ll arrange the schedule,” the brown-haired youth bowed deeply, “Thank you for your trust.”
Hadrian clasped his hands together and settled back into his chair, a kindly smile returning to his face.
“Don’t be too nervous, Little Aorus, here’s a piece of personal advice.
The Empire’s people will only arrive at the end of the month, but I suspect their scouts are already on the way.”
“What do you mean?” Aorus asked, playing along.
“The Emperor Yong Guang trusts the Qin family the most.
This tradition started two thousand years ago and hasn’t changed to this day.” Hadrian raised the wine bottle, “Remember, be someone whom everyone can trust!”
The old man tossed the bottle over, and Aorus caught the half-empty bottle with both hands.
“Thank you.”
“Take these to share with your friends, hahaha!”
Aorus bid farewell to the Creator Realm Mage, walking along the corridor on the 55th floor.
He knew there was one more task he had to do.
After the negotiation with Onowell Snook had ended, he would have to search for Qin’s spies.
–
At the same time, a plane landed at Cangshou International Airport.
Among the tourists coming for sightseeing and parents visiting their children, there were a few strong, sharp-eyed black-haired men.
The young leader had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with handsome features.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt and army green jeans, wearing a belt around his waist.
The tail of his shirt reached his ankles and fluttered like a cape in the wind.
“What a robust young man,” said a tourist grandpa, carrying a large bag, standing next to the leading young man.
“Are you here for sightseeing?”
“I have relatives who study here, just taking the opportunity in summer to come over for a visit,” the leader replied with a smile.
“That bag looks quite heavy, can I help you carry it?”
“No need!
It’s just clothes!”
“You’re too polite.” The young man said amiably, “A bag full of special bullets, how could it be light?”
Before the grandpa could react to the change in his face, the bald strong man behind the young leader tapped him, and the grandpa fainted.
The leader showed his credentials to the airport staff, whispered a few words, and then led his men off the plane first, leaving the staff to perform an explosives check.
“Brother An, everything was handled as soon as we got off.
Those smuggling contraband are all knocked out,” said the bald brute.
“What’s next?”
“First, let’s see Little Qian’s condition.
Dragon Species are too dangerous during their initial awakening; we must not provoke her emotions.”
Qin An sighed, perhaps thinking of something.
“Ah, such a good child in the past, forced into this state by her own family.”
“It’s all Qin Ming’s fault!” the muscle-man said indignantly.
“Don’t talk nonsense, what does this have to do with Qin Ming!” Qin An glared at his brother.
“Let’s go, get a handle on the situation first.
Remember, the current situation is special, try not to use extraordinary measures.”
“How can we find anyone without any measures, holding only a few talisman papers?” The bald muscle-man put on small sunglasses and said with a smile, “I’d better make a call to the Yiji Hall.”
And so, the visitors from the Qin family of the Empire arrived in the city of the skies, searching for the trace of the girl from their clan.
–
Time returned to the present.
It was now 12:30 p.m.
Aorus Otimis had just finished an unpleasant negotiation with the president of Central United University, Onowell Slorock.
He was planning to instigate an incident with someone from the Mutual Assistance Association in the afternoon and to make preliminary contact with the visitors from the Qin family of the Empire who might arrive.
Budman gave up the pursuit to kill Mo Yuankai.
He was leading his subordinates to search for missing members within their organization or to deal justice to their killers.
Kardesia, following the doctor’s recommendation, found out that there was an event organized by the Mutual Assistance Association in the central district that afternoon and decided to participate with Gongsun Ce to distract herself.
Qin An was leading his clan brothers in search of Qin Qianbai.
Some members of the Mutual Assistance Association were furiously looking to retaliate against someone who had beat them up the day before.
Another part of the association’s members were up to no good, ready to cause trouble in the confusion.
The President of the Mutual Assistance Association did nothing.
The prelude to the major disturbance, known as “The Battle for Agents,” was about to begin.
At this time, Gongsun Ce and Qin Qianbai were together, eating Biochemical Yangmei.