Human Race

Two in a row

"Th-This isn't real! Our Takpen Republic is a Fourth-Tier hegemony that has already entered the cosmos! You bunch of liars, you're all liars! Fake, it's all fake!"

Young Master Taber could not accept the facts before him and instinctively denied everything.

Not just him—even the several outsiders from the Earth Federation felt utterly bewildered at that moment, having no idea what was going on.

"Fake! These aren't envoys of a Fifth-Tier Civilization at all! They're natives pretending to be envoys! It's all fake!"

Taber's face twisted viciously.

"What a familiar voice. Someone who looked a lot like you said the same thing."

Xuan Ye casually glanced at him. This man's soul fluctuations were indeed somewhat similar to those of the councilor who had previously been fully responsible for diplomatic affairs.

"Mr. Xuan Ye, that councilor was his father."

Elder Xue had spent more time in contact with Taber and the others, so he knew their relationship.

"No wonder they look like they were carved from the same mold. Krayak, let them reunite."

Xuan Ye impatiently waved his hand. He had no interest in wasting time on such small fry.

That completely dismissive indifference, that attitude even more disdainful than his own attitude toward natives, deeply wounded Taber's fragile pride.

But Steward Corey wore a mournful expression. Although he really did not want to accept the truth, every factor showed that, because of his relationship with the Young Master, he had caused an enormous disaster.

For a Fifth-Tier Civilization to adopt such an attitude, this person had probably been searching for the writing of this native civilization from the very beginning.

It was not only something found in legends that a member of some race might be accidentally abducted by a higher civilization and then gain a