2032, Operation Failed
The old Gran smiled. "I can't say everyone in the Duchy of Dawn is living well, but at least they can still feed these people. However, the reason I'm willing to help you is that I truly believe that if these two Sith Lords are allowed to wage war without restraint, the entire Milky Way Galaxy will be consumed by flames."
He gave the grilled meat in his hand another shake, and its rich aroma wafted through the air. He then handed it to Oliver. "If that's what you need, I can do it. Come to the shop across the way at this time tomorrow and try their beetroot wild vegetable soup. All right, that'll be 120 Number Four currency for the grilled meat."
Oliver rubbed his furry forehead. "I have to pay for this? And your grilled meat is so expensive?"
"What else?" the old Gran asked matter-of-factly.
Oliver sighed, took out several more Number Four currency coins, and handed them to the old man. Then, while eating the grilled meat, he headed back.
After returning to his residence and confirming that no one was following or monitoring him, he activated his communicator. "It's done. I've contacted the liaison. Get ready for the operation."
"Can those people be trusted?" someone on the other end of the communicator asked.
Oliver replied coolly, "They're grassroots liberal organizations. Their goals are basically for their respective planets to break away from the Duchy of Dawn and achieve autonomy. Although living conditions in the Duchy of Dawn are far better than in the Galactic Empire, the major planets here are still under intense pressure. So it's only natural that they long for autonomy and want to reduce the burdens on themselves. If they were satisfied with the current situation, they wouldn't