Duncan took a deep breath. Su Meier's natural body scent and the fragrance of her hair intoxicated him.
"Meier, don't worry. The proposal to support Alvin will definitely pass at this meeting. No matter what kind of harm the Zerg have caused you, believe me—I'll make them repay it tenfold, a hundredfold!" Duncan said resolutely.
"No, no, it's not like that..." Su Meier suddenly turned her head and shook it vigorously.
Duncan froze. "You... weren't crying because of the harm the Zerg did to you?"
Su Meier gazed deeply at Duncan. The despair in her eyes broke his heart. After three full seconds of silence, she finally said softly, "It wasn't the Zerg. It was... it was the Alvin Civilization..."
"What?" Duncan's brows instantly furrowed.
"It's Alvin, Prince Duncan. The devil of the Alvin Spiral Arm isn't the Zerg—it's Alvin itself. Alvin has ruled the spiral arm for ten thousand years, growing increasingly unscrupulous and increasingly dismissive of the other civilizations and races. They call themselves gods, God, creators. Though they have publicly established laws, the will of any noble can override them. The law is merely a tool for restraining commoners. Prince Duncan, the proposal to support the Alvin Civilization and attack the Zerg absolutely cannot pass. Otherwise... otherwise, every subordinate civilization will fall into despair..."
Duncan found it hard to believe. This reversal was simply too drastic.
He blinked and pulled Su Meier tightly into his arms. "You said the proposal can't pass? Fine. Then I'll make sure it doesn't pass!"
Su Meier looked at Duncan in surprise, then said faintly, "Prince Duncan, are you merely humoring me? Of course... who am I? I'm nothing more than a gift sent to you, Prince Duncan. How could my words possibly change your impression of Alvin or your attitude toward