You call that being busy? You just want to duel someone! You're getting on in years, and you're the Empire's esteemed marshal and a Privy Councilor. Can you stop debasing yourself by acting like some lowly gladiator? Can you show a little discipline? Can you set an example as a grand master, instead of dumping this sort of mess on a harmless ordinary person like me? Sobaek was utterly distressed. He still felt that his mindset was a long way from that of a great and glorious Starrealm Knight.
He now felt that the reason Duke Saduran had dragged him and an entire fleet along for half a month had nothing to do with the ruins. It was all for this battle with Lan Jiufeng.
But what could Sobaek do? Even in despair, he could only turn to Yu Lian and force a very diplomatic smile onto his face.
Yu Lian had to admit that before Feifei had put him through his paces, the other man's control over his expression had definitely been better than his.
"I heard you," Yu Lian said with a smile. "The clash of swords is a battlefield, and the battlefield of negotiation is a battlefield too. Duke Saduran is honoring fate!"
"Right, this is fate... Wait, no! Let's talk about something useful. How are we splitting the ruins?" Sobaek raised his voice. His words rang out firmly, with all the resolve of a hard-nosed diplomat who wouldn't yield an inch. But where his companions couldn't see, he winked at Yu Lian, a plea flashing in his eyes.
Help me find a way out of this! I'm waiting, and it's urgent!
For some reason, Yu Lian read exactly that in the other man's eyes. But what could he do? He was just as desperate! This ship