Teresi left and returned to the hotel. Farol wore a look of utter shock. "A gold-scaled fish is no creature of the pond; when it meets wind and cloud, it transforms into a dragon. Ye Luo, it seems Blade Blood made the wisest possible choice when we didn't compete with you Zerg for the credit. General Brady—that's a figure who can stir up storms in Alvin's military. I never expected him to think so highly of you..."
Ye Luo lay exhausted on the sofa in the suite's living room, sinking into its softness. His confrontation with Cibule had worn him out... "Old man, the Zerg's combat potential has always made Teresi wary of us. Do you think their recruitment of the Zerg is sincere this time?"
Farol froze for a moment. "You're still doubting it?"
"Shouldn't I?"
Farol frowned slightly. "Brady first nominated you for promotion to a Level Four civilization. Then, despite knowing that you were the ones who compromised Alvin's interstellar security, he sent Teresi to shield you. More importantly, he did both of those things in public. That ought to count as sincerity..."
Ye Luo nodded, rubbing his temples without another word.
After leaving the hotel, Teresi headed straight for the military headquarters. After passing through layer upon layer of checkpoints, he entered a command room and saluted General Brady.
The walls of the room were covered with green plants like creeping ivy. In the roughly fifty-square-meter room, aside from a few sofas and a table, there was no other furniture. Sitting on the sofas were Brady, the grim-faced Cibule, and Durumen, who had just left. If reporters outside saw Durumen and Brady sitting quietly together, no one knew what kind of storm it would cause.
Besides those three, there was also a girl—one no more than