Luna did not speak.
She stood there, her expression shifting between light and shadow.
She knew that what Lynn said was true.
Having worked as a technician for so many years and read countless documents about the Orks, she certainly knew what " the Power of Belief " was.
Lynn's experience is something she simply cannot match.
But she was unwilling to give up this opportunity easily.
After a few seconds of silence, she spoke, her tone softening slightly, but still tinged with resentment:
"How about this, I'll be the marshal of the expedition, and you'll be the general, responsible for executing the battle plan."
She looked at Lynn and forced a smile.
Lynn: "..."
The entire room fell silent for a second.
The expressions on the faces of the nobles on Luna's side were priceless.
Some people lowered their heads, pretending not to hear.
Someone frowned, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
They secretly observed Lynn's expression, wondering if the governor would turn hostile on the spot.
Not only does she want to be a marshal, but she also wants Lynn to work for her for free?
Will she still get the lion's share of the honor?
This is too much...
How shameless!
Lynn was speechless for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
He was indeed somewhat envious of the resources Luna had just mentioned.
With so much equipment and manpower, if we could use it on an expedition, our chances of victory would increase by at least 30%.
However, the other party's stupidity exceeded his expectations.
What exactly did Tzeentch see in her?
Moreover, he would never relinquish his position as marshal.
So Lynn had no choice but to patiently continue negotiating with Luna.
The two then debated for a while about whether experience and glory are more important, or resources and strength.
Luna insisted that she had resources, equipment, and the support of the Adeptus Mechanicus, which were the fundamental guarantees of victory.
Lynn countered that his experience and track record, along with his unique insights into dealing with the Orks, were the keys to victory.
Neither of them could convince the other.
Finally, Lynn sighed.
"Since Lord Regent Luna so confident," he said.
"Why don't we decide who will be marshal through a fair competition?"
Luna's eyes lit up.
What kind of competition?
Lynn walked to the wall and brought up the holographic star map.
The screen displayed Brevis, Dorito, and the point of light between them.
" Carl II."
He pointed to the space station.
"To launch an expedition against Dorito, we must take this place first, no matter what."
"This is the Orks ' outpost, and also the perfect springboard for our attack."
He looked at Luna.
"Let's see who takes down Carl II first!"
Lynn continued:
"Whoever wins becomes the marshal, and the loser must willingly help the other side complete the expedition."
Without hesitation, Luna replied, "Okay! Deal!"
A confident smile appeared on her face.
With her superior equipment and the Adeptus Mechanicus army, taking down a small ship like Carl II would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?
Lynn nodded with a smile.
On the surface, he was charming and a perfect gentleman.
In his heart, he had already begun to laugh darkly.
Luna has already fallen into his trap.
Lynn had summarized a key point long ago.
When competing with others for the same goal, it's better to eliminate your rivals first than to strive to achieve the goal itself.
Commonly known as off-field tactics.
If he were competing with normal people, such as Leo or Caladogon, he could compete fairly out of humanitarian considerations.
But what's the point of talking to Tzeentch Sorcerer who opened his box and wanted to kill him?
Although we can't kill Luna right now, as that would trigger a civil war and plunge the entire Brevis into chaos.
But they can still manage to trip the other party up.
He waited until Luna had finished fantasizing before suddenly speaking:
"By the way, Lady Luna."
Luna looked at him, her smile still on her face.
"I don't think I've officially acknowledged you as the Lord Regent yet, have I?"
Luna was a little confused.
Lynn had been referring to her as " Lord Regent Luna " the whole time!
Why the sudden change of heart?
"What do you mean?" Her voice was wary.
Lynn did not answer.
He simply raised his hand and clapped it.
Snap, snap, snap.
The three crisp sounds were particularly clear in the quiet hall.
The meeting room door opened.
Three people walked in.
At the very front is Leo St. Garus, a direct descendant of the High King Caladogon, and the Grand General of the Vanguard.
He was wearing the Vanguard's uniform, the dark blue uniform was crisp and straight, and the rank insignia on his shoulder straps were polished to a shine.
His chest was covered with medals, from the Battle of the Forbidden Wall and the Icefield Clearance, all honors personally bestowed upon him by Lynn.
Each medal gleamed under the light.
His eyes were resolute, his steps were steady, and every step he took was powerful and vigorous.
He was a completely different person from the disheveled man who had been locked in a cell a few days ago, covered in blood and grime.
Two people followed behind him.
Gus, the adjutant to the governor, was dressed in an elegant formal suit and wore a professional smile.
Some nobles would tremble involuntarily at the sight of him.
Bishop Anthony Douglas, the head of the Ecclesiarchy in the Midtown, wore a white priestly robe, held a sacred text in his hand, and looked solemn and dignified.
Leo walked to the center of the hall and stood still.
He didn't speak.
He just looked at Luna.
Those eyes were as calm as a bottomless pool of ice water.
But the underlying anger and hatred cannot be concealed.
Luna's face instantly darkened.
"Traitor!"
"How is he still alive?!"
"Didn't they say he was a traitor?!"
The nobles on Luna's side immediately erupted in uproar.
Some people even stood up and pointed at Leo, cursing him in a shrill voice like a pig being slaughtered.
Some of the more timid ones turned pale and instinctively backed away, almost knocking over their chairs.
More often than not, they looked at each other in bewilderment, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Wasn't it said that Leo was hunted down by his family and died on the ice plains?
Leo stood there, letting them hurl insults at him.
He remained silent.
Lynn stood to the side, watching this scene, a smile playing on her lips.
He has been strictly keeping the news of Gus and Anthony going to the Forbidden Wall to prove Leo's innocence strictly confidential.
Of all the people in the entire mainhive, only Lynn and Goodwin knew about this.
Even Carter didn't know.
Lynn only just announced the news.
The effects were immediate.
Luna was well aware of what Leo's appearance meant.
The headship of the St. Garus Family has always been passed down to male heirs.
These are traditions and rules, ironclad principles written in the family code and etched into the bones of every generation of St. Garus.
Even if she were to sit in the Lord Regent's seat now, and have the support of the Adeptus Mechanicus behind her.
But as long as Leo is alive and Leo innocence remains...
His chances of inheriting the supreme throne will always be greater than hers.
Moreover, Leo is no ordinary "male".
He is a true hero who rose to prominence through the Forbidden Wall.
The Battle of the Forbidden Wall, the mopping-up operations on the Ice Plains—those medals, those achievements, were all real.
Moreover, the other party was already the candidate personally chosen by Caladogon, and the old retainers in the family had long been prepared for this.
She can't compare to any of these.
Those nobles who had initially supported her began to waver the moment they saw Leo.
A private army commander was secretly observing Luna, his gaze complex.
A paladin who had just submitted to Luna was deep in thought, his hands crossed on the table, his thumbs unconsciously twirling.
Some of the retainers had already begun whispering to those around them, their voices very low.
But the occasional glances that drifted over made Luna feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.