Schneizel raised his hand to continue, and Lin Cuo had already stretched out a finger.
"Now, we have achieved another very remarkable result. The test projectile of Mach 12! Of course, I have to be honest, it did not hit perfectly and missed by 7.6 meters. Beautiful? Not beautiful! But it still caused actual damage. We have recorded all the mistakes, because Great Han is not afraid of mistakes, and a truly powerful civilization will not maintain its greatness by concealing failures."
Euphemia nodded involuntarily, she liked this sentence very much.
Before she could say anything, Lin Cuo continued.
"Therefore, I decided to provide all publicly available original test data, Marksmanship models and failure records to Britannia. We will also open the joint test interface that has completed the security review."
Schneizel narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Interesting."
Lin Cuo showed an even brighter smile in the picture.
"As for why I give so much goodwill to the Empire? The reason is very simple. Some people think that I hate Britannia, which is completely wrong. I just don't like some people's colonial policies, social systems, and their less than graceful exit during international competitions - of course, those are not important."
Cornelia gripped the armrests of the chair.
"This bastard..."
"What really matters is His Highness Euphemia·Li·Britannia."
The conference room suddenly became quiet, and Euphemia even suspected that he heard the name wrongly.
Lin Cuo continued to speak happily.
"Her Highness Euphemia is a very outstanding Princess. I think she is also the most beautiful, kindest, and most worthy of being taken seriously among all the young women in Britannia. I once told her in the past that in her, I saw a kind of warmth that I had not experienced for a long time. I still stick to this judgment now."
"Lin--wrong--!"
Cornelia finally lost control.
"Furthermore, this is an agreement about the future between me and His Highness Euphemia. No matter how we compete in the future, we cannot just watch humanity being destroyed by those monsters. Technology belongs to those who can protect humanity. Today the empire needs it, so I will give it to the empire. For His Highness Euphemia, and for humanity!"
Before the video ended, Lin Cuo even added very proudly:
"Please tell Cornelia Princess. There is no need to write a special letter to thank me. I wish the empire a victory. Of course, it is best not to exceed Great Han. Thank you everyone!"
The screen went black, and after a long while, Lloyd took the lead in applauding.
"A very excellent technical report, coupled with an impressive diplomatic suicide declaration! This Lord Regent is so interesting, I want to see more and more how he manages his own laboratory!"
"Earl." Cecile no longer wants to step on his toes, "Now is not the time to praise this."
Cornelia's face was so gloomy that it almost froze the screen.
"Euphemia, did you hear that? This is his usual method. He praises you, pleases you, and then mixes truly valuable things with his own private purposes, so that no one knows how to refuse!"
"Sister, I know..."
"You don't know! He just publicly said in front of the empire that you are the most beautiful girl in Britannia! Is this what a normal national leader should say in a formal technical report?"
"No."
Euphemia lowered his head, his cheeks were still red, but he couldn't help but take another look at the report.
"But sister, is the data he sent true? I know it's rude for him to speak like this, and I also know that he likes to misunderstand others. But if he really wants to use this information to exchange political conditions, he can ask for more. Sister, I just think... maybe he really hopes that humans can win sometimes."
"I have never denied his ability!"
"But every time you mention him, you seem to want me to believe that there must be another conspiracy behind every good thing he does."
Cornelia opened his mouth, and finally turned to Schneizel.
"Brother Emperor, are you just going to laugh next to me all the time?"
"I am seriously considering your situation." Schneizel closed the document calmly, "You see, according to the standards that the empire has always used to educate aristocrats, Lin Cuo is young and capable, has proven to be able to organize and mobilize huge national industries, and is willing to personally take risks on the battlefield. He has a formal title and is protected by Great Han Son of Heaven has a high degree of trust. If you put aside his personal credibility for a moment, he does meet many of the empire's requirements for a good ruler and a marriage partner for the Royal Family."
"Wait! Brother Huang? Put your personal reputation aside?!"
"I'm just saying, according to our traditional evaluation standards."
"Brother, he is worse than you!"
Schneizel paused for a rare moment.
"Cornelia, I think this sentence is a little unfair to me."
Euphemia finally couldn't help but laugh, but halfway through her laughter, she discovered that her intuition about Lin Cuo was becoming less reliable.
She never liked the concept of measuring people only by their strength, which was advocated by her father, but she also grew up in the education of the empire Royal Family. Excellent nobles must have courage, strength, judgment and the ability to take responsibility, and Lin Cuo was extremely outstanding in these aspects.
But why can't his character be a little more normal?
"Sister..." She hesitated for a while, "I will not agree to any marriage arrangement just because of a video, but I want to thank him seriously. Is that okay?"
Cornelia looked at his sister, and besides being angry, he suddenly felt a more complicated feeling of powerlessness.
She would rather Lin Cuo was really just a liar who told lies, but this bastard just did another good deed that could benefit thousands of researchers in the empire.
"Yes, but you must go through the Royal Family diplomatic channels, and you must not write anything in the letter that is easy for him to misunderstand."
Schneizel gently added, "It's best not to use expressions like watching the stars together in the future."
"Brother Royal!"
Euphemia This time, I was really embarrassed and turned my face away.
Just when Euphemia was drafting the letter of thanks, Britannia's homeland had entered the tenth most tense hour since the war began.