After reading the mission briefing, Li Qinwu leaned back in his chair, lit himself a cigarette, and thought carefully.
He had a feeling that this mission had placed him at a turning point in his life.
Once he chose to accept it, he would be completely tied to Grand Mentor Sigurd's faction. Sigurd's enemies would also see him as their enemy.
But after a brief hesitation, he let out a relieved laugh.
What choice did he have? From the moment he inherited Inquisitor Thraxol's political legacy, he had already chosen a side.
It was only that perhaps there had not been time, or perhaps there had been no opportunity, for the enemies of Grand Mentor Sigurd's faction to make a move against Li Qinwu.
Just like this time: the son of Grand Mentor Sigurd's rival had exposed a weakness, and Grand Mentor Sigurd immediately sent him to deal with the man.
If he ever showed off his power in the future, someone would probably come to deal with him too.
So Li Qinwu shook his head helplessly and could only accept the mission.
But honestly, he was not losing out.
The benefits brought by his status as an Inquisitor were simply enormous. How many years had he even been in space? He already had a fleet, a mech force, and did not even have to pay taxes when doing business.
Enjoying the benefits of being an Inquisitor while refusing to shoulder any responsibility—wasn't that just a joke?
So Li Qinwu did not dwell on it and directly accepted the mission.
After taking the mission, he began studying how to carry it out.
He crushed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, tapped at the keyboard, and pulled up the basic data on the Fortress World.
A Fortress World was a planet