What had I done to deserve this? Sobek wondered.
All I'd ever dreamed of in this life was making it to lieutenant general in charge of logistics or personnel, then getting one honorary promotion to general when I retired. After that, I could restore my family name by the book. For that matter, I'd only become a baron because I'd awakened psychic powers and had ancestors with a name worth invoking. If I could make the title hereditary after I retired, and get a proper title of nobility, then even as the lowest-ranking baron, I could say I'd restored my family name.
You see, I'm just a simple man who wants to live in peace. I really don't know where you got such high hopes for me.
But by now, he had no idea how to bring things to a close, so he could only grit his teeth and keep playing the part he'd been given. He sighed softly. "...But, Master, I feel like this makes the bait too obvious. Even if Lan Jiufeng leaves, he won't fall for it. Master, I can't help thinking we're wasting our time."
"If you've done something, then it wasn't a waste of time. At least now we know that your nemesis is a coolheaded fellow. The usual little tricks won't work on him! If you want to deal with him in the future, you'll need a detailed plan, be prepared to make sacrifices, and then hit him hard!"
By "hit him hard," did you mean the half ton of antimatter you'd poured into one of the Barkwei warships? You'd even stabilized it with a psychic array. If the enemy dreadnought really launched a surprise attack, that light cruiser would instantly become a supersized antimatter torpedo, wouldn't it?
Well, it was a fishing expedition,