I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 743 - 462: Meeting and Assassination_3

Aberhard said calmly.

"Chairman Aberhard, I disagree."

Chen Lun chuckled lightly.

"The Undead Foreigners are currently weak, but their potential is enormous. Have you ever seen someone advance from Sequence Nine to Sequence Seven in just one month? I have... He is my student Polaris and also a member of the Undead."

As he spoke, he spread his hands wide.

"Just give them enough pressure and some time, and this group of Undead will be able to form an ’Undying and Immortal wall,’ standing in the Spirit World, shielding us from those Pollution Tides."

"Just like during the Red Calamity? Our church had also recruited a number of Undead Foreigners as mercenaries to fight in the Red Calamity Area... The effect was indeed good."

The head of the Royal City branch of the Moon Church, an elderly woman shrouded in a black nun’s habit, spoke.

Her name was Olmido; she used to be a "Silvery Moon Nun" at the Hermitage, later reassigned by the Church to manage the Royal City branch.

"I have also heard about Mr. Jack’s deeds; it is said that during the western wars, His Excellency managed to turn the tides with a legion of two thousand Undead Foreigners, capturing many advantages for the Imperial Army."

A silver-haired woman of saintly yet charming appearance from the Constellation Sect started speaking from her seat, giving Chen Lun a gentle smile with a pleasant voice.

This Saint was named Papa, who had recently come to the Royal City to take charge as the main priest of Constellation.

"You flatter me, Your Majesty Papa."

Chen Lun responded with a polite smile.

"Mr. Jack, this really is a good idea, but I have a question... Most of the Undead Foreigners are still Low Sequence, so how can they break through the fissures of the Spirit World and enter it? If they can’t even achieve this, how can they resist the Pollution Tide?"

The High Priest of the Hailing Group, Camacho, cast a glance and asked indifferently.

"That’s indeed a thorny issue,"

Aberhard chimed in.

Seeing everyone’s gaze turning towards him, Chen Lun inwardly cursed at their shamelessness; all these high-ranking officials were pretending to be confused. Which house doesn’t have a potion or an artifact to enhance perception?

Otherwise, why would the players of version 2.0 in the past life be able to participate in the main storyline?

So, these fellows are probably planning to shake down the Royal Family for some benefits before agreeing to the plan to resist the Pollution Tide.

Chen Lun glanced at the Prince, who maintained a smile, nodding at him as if to encourage, and also perhaps a tacit consent.

Then he continued,

"I do have some authority to speak on this matter, as I am also a member of the Imperial Judgement Group. When we enter the Spirit World for routine operations, we have specially allocated potions that can temporarily enhance perception... I have deeply researched this type of potion. The original formula is not very precious and can even be found in many texts, so I believe that besides the Judiciary and the Generous Council, the other major Churches could easily produce this potion... At that time, just by letting the Undead Foreigners pay the cost price, they would likely be willing to purchase them and proactively participate in the action to resist the Pollution Tide."

The High Priest Camacho raised an eyebrow, giving Chen Lun a meaningful look.

Meanwhile, numerous senior officials around the conference table showed amused smiles, seemingly finding the proposal interesting. The several hundred members of the Judiciary in the audience seats couldn’t help but converse quietly among themselves, clearly recognizing the high feasibility of the proposal and also beginning to respect the young man named Jack a bit more.

"This is a good proposal, I find it feasible,"

Finally, Prince Dazlert spoke up.

And his words essentially cemented the final direction of the plan, as the judges at the conference table agreed in unison, and the Sun Church, Moon Church, and Generous Council of the Seven Gods Church unified their opinions; the remaining four had to agree as well.

"If that’s the case, then everyone should report the plan’s contents and aim to start implementing it within a week... At the same time, I will also send people to assign this significant task to every supernatural force within the Empire’s territory. No one can shirk their responsibility, because this is an unprecedented great disaster..."

Prince said gravely.

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The meeting lasted the entire afternoon, and after finalizing the specific direction, everyone continued discussing details from various aspects and refining them.

It was not until around 5:30 in the evening that the meeting concluded.

Chen Lun did not expect that after the meeting, the Prince would cordially invite him to share a carriage, intending to send him back.

Although Golov was waiting outside the Royal Palace, since the Prince had invited him, Chen Lun dared not refuse and accepted the invitation.

It was only after sitting in the Prince’s carriage that he realized what luxury meant. Golden decorations everywhere, almost entirely inlaid with gold, adorned with various jewels and diamonds, intricately worked onto the surfaces of tables and wooden cabinets.

"Jack, you performed well at the meeting. I really wasn’t wrong about you,"

Prince Dazlert said appreciatively and personally took a bottle of golden liquor from a jewel-encrusted icebox to pour Chen Lun a glass.

"Thank you for your high esteem, Your Majesty. It was merely my duty."

Chen Lun took it, feigning astonishment at the honor, and humbly thanked him. In fact, he knew well that even without his proposal, the outcome of the meeting would have been the same, as this was the main plotline of a past life.

Thus, all he did was to "suggest" what was already going to happen and took the credit upon himself.

The Prince shook his head.

Then he started chatting with him in a calm tone.

"Jack, what do you think of the Royal City?"

"Very prosperous, Your Majesty,"

Chen Lun drank a sip of the liquor and responded softly.

"Indeed, it’s prosperous. Historians say that Krost is the most flourishing civilization city on the continent in tens of thousands of years..."

A faint smile hung on Dazlert’s lips.

For the rest of the journey, the two spent the time in a relatively relaxed atmosphere. Although Chen Lun did not know the Prince’s specific intentions, he cooperated well and even enjoyed their conversation immensely.

After some casual conversation, Chen Lun somehow felt that this Prince had a lot hidden inside him that he was reluctant to speak of, yet gave off a contradictory desire to be understood.

Chen Lun also learned about some of Dazlert’s grand ambitions. The Prince wanted to relieve his father the King’s worries, to build a good empire, to defend the empire, and for this, he carried a great deal of pressure and burden, yet had nowhere to vent.

On the other hand, although Dazlert had great power and status because of his royal status, he had lost much... He had had no friends since his youth, nor should he have friends.

From the way the Prince spoke, it seemed Dazlert really wished for a confidant who could listen to him talk, even if not engaging in the discussion, just listening would be enough.

At that moment, Chen Lun implicitly conveyed that he was willing to be such a listener, even though he was not yet a friend to the Prince.

"Jack, I think you are, do you know why?"

The Prince smiled slightly.

Chen Lun shook his head.

"Because you understand me,"

The Prince, holding his wine glass, pointed at him.

"It’s a strange intuition. I believe you understand me better than anyone else."

"..."

Chen Lun found the Prince gazing at him with a certain conviction. He was at a loss for words for a moment.

At that time, the carriage was slowly approaching Fire Pattern Plaza.

Suddenly, a warning from his Spiritual Intuition hit him, and Chen Lun raised his Silver Staff the next second.

Clang!!

A burst of golden light emerged, and a tremendous force was transmitted from the staff.

Simultaneously, with a thunderous boom, the carriage was instantly shattered into pieces.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect the Prince!"

The guards shouted angrily, accompanied by the horses’ neighing, while noise and screams echoed from all sides.

Chen Lun was dumbfounded, wondering who would dare to assassinate the Prince?!