"Ah, Your Majesty, you are too kind."
"I'm just another new colleague among you all."
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but the content of his words conveyed a very humble attitude.
Then he looked up at Caladogon in the main seat, his purple eyes filled with just the right amount of "respect".
The word "colleague" is used aptly.
You manage your Noble Council, I manage my Planetary Governor's office.
Nobody can control anyone else.
Caladogon narrowed his green eyes slightly.
He was actually quite unhappy, but couldn't find fault with it.
The other party gave them a lot of face and spoke very eloquently.
If he continues to act aloof, he'll only seem petty.
"Sit down~" Caladogon hadn't even finished saying the word "sit."
Lynn smiled and nodded, then sat down in the first row on the left.
His meaning was very clear: I've already given you enough face, you old geezer, so don't be ungrateful.
Those powerful and influential people all looked at him with surprise in their eyes.
How long has it been since anyone has been this assertive in front of Caladogon?
Lynn ignored the stares of the crowd and picked up the wine glass that had been prepared in front of him.
The glass contained a dark red liquid, which appeared rose-red under the light.
This is Dorito Aged.
Dorido is a Dorito wine from the Agri World, with an annual production of less than a thousand bottles, exclusively supplied to the elite at the very top of Brevis Uptown.
This cup is worth enough to feed 10,000 people in the Lower City for a month.
Lynn took a sip.
It has a rich, full-bodied flavor with fruity notes and a lingering oak aroma.
good.
He put down his wine glass, leaned back slightly, and adopted a "I'll just look and not say anything" posture.
The meeting officially began.
Just as Lynn had predicted, the so-called " Upper City Council " was essentially a group of powerful people who controlled resources, dividing up the spoils and fighting for their interests.
If someone steals another company's production line and doesn't return it, then have a go.
Essentially, they were similar to the gang leaders Lynn had encountered in the Underhive.
At first, everyone behaved a little more discreetly because Lynn was present.
But soon they discovered that the new governor was merely sitting there sipping wine, and Caladogon was also resting with his eyes closed, remaining silent. The group gradually regained its former "grace."
"Of the three starch production lines in Dean District, our Kroll Family wants two!"
"Bullshit! Those three lines originally belonged to the Stone Family. You took advantage of the chaos last year to steal one, and now you want to steal another?"
"What do you mean by 'robbery'? That was a legal merger and acquisition; we have Adeptus Arbites documents!"
" Adeptus Arbites? The Minister of Adeptus Arbites is your brother-in-law, of course you have the documents!"
"What did you say?!"
"I'm telling you, you're a fucking vulture with disgusting eating habits!"
"You!"
Arguing, banging on the table, revealing each other's shortcomings.
The entire parliament hall was as noisy as a marketplace.
But at least the older women at the market won't threaten to mobilize their private army to wipe out your whole family.
Lynn sat there, sipping his wine, watching the group argue until their faces were red.
His gaze occasionally lingered on Caladogon.
The Supreme King still kept his eyes half-closed, occasionally taking a sip of the expensive red wine in his glass.
But Lynn knew that the other person was also observing him.
Just as the argument reached its climax, and the two nobles were about to fight across the table...
"That's enough," Caladogon said.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an imposing presence, and the hall fell silent instantly.
All the people arguing fell silent, returned to their seats, straightened their clothes, and regained their "respectability."
Caladogon then opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on Lynn.
Governor Kerry von
He spoke, his tone indifferent.
"You're new to Brevis, so you might not be aware of the recent situation."
"Just three days ago, a new Orks fleet landed outside the Frostbound Wall."
"The number is large, and the defensive pressure on the Forbidden Wall is now more than double what it used to be."
He paused, giving everyone time to process the information.
Then, he continued, " The Brontë Longknives Astra Militarum is almost at its breaking point."
"If we don't send reinforcements soon, once the Forbidden Wall breaks, the Orks will advance unimpeded, flood the entire Brevis Plain, and then besiege the city."
The words were spoken very bluntly.
The nobles, who had just been arguing, were now deep in thought.
Caladogon looked at Lynn and revealed his true purpose:
"Therefore, I propose..."
"Let's each gather some troops and supplies and head to the Forbidden Wall as reinforcements."
What do you all think?
On the surface, these words sounded grand and perfectly aligned with the original intentions of the " Upper City Council ".
They discussed the life or death of Brevis.
But Lynn sensed a conspiracy.
No sooner had Caladogon finished speaking than others responded.
The first to speak was the head of the Grumman Family, one of the Twelve Star Families.
A bald, obese middle-aged man with shrewd, fox-like eyes.
"The High King is right!"
The head of the Grumman family stood up, his voice booming:
" The Orks are the enemy of all humanity! Defending Brevis is everyone's responsibility!"
"Our Grumman Family is willing to support 100,000 private soldiers, plus six months' worth of rations for 200,000 men!"
The voice was passionate and stirring.
Those who don't know him might think he was a truly loyal minister who cared deeply for his country and its people.
With the Grumman Family taking the lead, the others immediately followed suit.
"Our Stone Family will provide 80,000 private soldiers and half a year's worth of rations for 150,000 men!"
"Our Kroll Family will provide 120,000 private soldiers and three months' worth of rations for 250,000 men!"
"Our PDF Third Legion can deploy 50,000 elite troops, plus 100 Chimera Armoured Vehicle!"
"Our Industrial Alliance will provide 300 heavy engineering machines, 500 Autocannon, and 500 million rounds of ammunition!"
"We, the Wasteland Walkers, can muster ten million militiamen. They are familiar with the icy plains environment and can serve as an auxiliary force!"
The calls for "bids" rose and fell.
The hall became lively again.
Lynn listened silently, his mind racing with calculations.
The Noble Council primarily provides main combat troops and rations, the Industrial Alliance provides equipment, and the Wasteland Walkers provide "cannon fodder."
The rations sound like a lot, but when divided among the soldiers on the front lines, they actually don't last long.
Although the quality varies, the combined effect is indeed a considerable force.
This is enough to relieve the pressure on the front lines.
Apart from the Ecclesiarchy, only two people remained silent.
Caladogon and Lynn.
All eyes were on the two of them.
Just as Lynn was preparing to "make an offer," Caladogon's aged voice rang out first:
"Our St. Garus Family will support 400,000 private soldiers."
"Plus enough food for one million people for a year."
"And a paladin!"