Seeing Gray's enthusiasm, the attendees also raised their glasses in a toast.
Among the mid-to-high-level personnel invited today, besides those turned spies by the Skeleton Alliance, there were also some who genuinely harbored resistance to the Machine Spirit.
Regarding the latter, the strategy discussed between Great Labyrinth City and Gray was to use today's events to test them. If they were only worried about Great Labyrinth City's future, then everything would be fine. But if they were also colluding with spies, then well, they were already here...
Everyone looks to be in good spirits.
Standing on the second floor, Gray nodded and said with a smile:
"Please relax, everyone. I will speak with each of you individually, but until then, just enjoy yourselves."
With that, Gray stepped onto the spiral staircase and began descending step by step.
This scene, witnessed by a few people with guilty consciences, immediately made them breathe rapidly, their hearts race, and their eyes almost gleam. Fortunately, Gray's gender was clear, so it wasn't easy for any misunderstandings to arise.
The young Grand Foundry Master slowly walked up to the first floor, only a few dozen steps away from the stone brick engraved with the emblem.
Seeing this, the usually taciturn spy Brenfield suddenly raised his glass and looked at Gray:
" Your Grand Foundry Master, the Caster of Daye, I request to speak with you privately."
Gray looked in that direction upon hearing the sound and noticed the eagerness in Brenfield's eyes.
If you walk straight past, you will step on the emblem stone in the center of the banquet hall, and the next moment an assassination attempt from [ Giant Arms ] will strike.
The banquet has only been going on for a minute!
Hehe, you're already in such a hurry?
That won't do.
Knowing the entire plan, Gray now harbored a slight thought of toying with the enemy.
With four High Tier as his backers, he was very confident and could freely improvise within the framework of the script designed by these bigwigs.
And the targets of this attack are naturally these impatient bastards.
His policies and those implemented in the Great Labyrinth City were secretly obstructed by these people with guilty consciences. Now they even want to use assassination to plunge the Graycast Corridor into war and conflict, treating the lives of the people in the Graycast Corridor as worthless!
Gray snorted inwardly, having already made his decision:
Want a quick victory?
I deliberately do not do as they wish.
If you're so capable, then force yourself to go there. If you're really in a hurry, you could even bring it up yourself and say you want to assassinate me.
Let them bear with it for now. Anyway, at this point, as long as I can step on that stone, these people are willing to accept anything.
Gray was absolutely confident that even if he had Brenfield lick his shoes right now, as long as he promised to step on that stone paving stone, the other party would definitely come running over eagerly.
Having made up his mind, the Grand Foundry Master gave Brenfield, who was not far away, an apologetic smile:
"I'm sorry, Bren, I need to speak with Sailan first. You know, this has nothing to do with favoritism, it's just a matter of order on the list."
Having said that, Gray turned and waved, slowly walking to the side of the retired general, whose body was half replaced with metal parts, leaving Brenfield behind him, silently gritting his teeth.
What kind of ridiculous list order is this? Frankly, isn't it just about relationships based on closeness or distance?
If they were arranged alphabetically, wouldn't I be the first one?
Even with his poor overall strength, Brenfield was still just a High Tier just there to make up the numbers. As for Gray, who was only a Middle Tier Grand Foundry Master, he never took him seriously.
Hmph, I'll let you be arrogant for a little while longer. The moment you step on that stone brick, you'll be reduced to a bloody mist!
Brenfield gave himself a mental plea for comfort, winked at his companions, and then resumed his act of enjoying the banquet.
However, Brenfield, who thought he had covered it up well, still made a common, basic mistake made by those in high positions.
He completely ignored the waiters walking around the banquet hall, as well as the guards standing watch at the various entrances and in the corridors.
In his eyes, these were nothing more than lowly people serving them. However, in reality, Brenfield's subtle changes in expression and movements had already been secretly captured by the players and shared in the group chat for this mission.
At all times, this important figure was watched by at least three servants and guards, who kept a close watch on his every move.
On the other side of the banquet hall, Gray approached the old man, Sailan.
The two last met shortly after the election campaign ended, when Gray knew that a military figure had been secretly sabotaging him.
So he mustered up the courage to visit the other party in person. It was Sailan's grandson who opened the door. The poor boy seemed to have just been beaten up, and his pitiful appearance left a deep impression on him.
Faced with the personal confrontation from the Grand Foundry Master, Sailan felt pressured but also admired their courage and sincerity.
The old general, whose children had all died on the battlefield, readily admitted that he was the one who ordered several satellite cities to surround and intercept Gray.
The reason was simple and had nothing to do with personal grudges. As a member of the military, he supported Luke Aoziben becoming the next Grand Foundry Master, believing it would bring a safer situation to the Graycast Corridor.
Even so, Sailan, known as " Iron Hunt," still opposed activating the Battle Fortress's Machine Spirit. His explanation was that he needed to observe it for a while longer to ensure that the Machine Spirit wouldn't suddenly go berserk or cause any other problems.
Gray understood this, and the two eventually agreed on a timeframe and developed a plan for gradual implementation.
Standing beside the old general, Sailan, who was a head taller Gray, suddenly lost his appetite.
" The Grand Foundry Master..."
He asked in a low voice:
"Haven't we already discussed the implementation of military-grade Machine Spirit?"
Clearly, with his keen political sense, Sailan realized that today's meal wasn't going to be very pleasant.
"That's not it."
Gray spoke in a low voice, his tone sounding quite relaxed:
In this banquet hall...
"Someone wants to kill me."
Almost the instant he uttered those words, Gray felt the old man beside him suddenly become sharp and menacing.
The other person accepted this fact instantly and tilted their head slightly to ask:
Which one?
You've asked the wrong question.
Gray explained with a smile:
Which ones should it be?
Sailan's expression had completely vanished, and he had changed the angle at which he held the knife.
I will protect you.
"No need, it's already been arranged. You just need to protect the others."
Gray tapped on his brass shoulder:
"It's better without you."
"Of course I won't be there."
Despite being somewhat nervous, Sailan's expression remained serious:
"I would never do such a thing."
After saying that, he looked at a child not far away who was showing off a dessert:
"Please excuse me, I need to go and send my grandson home first."
"Let him go to the back room. Make sure you have a good reason, and don't alert him."
"Don't worry, Grand Foundry Master, my grandson will have a stomachache later."
Why would I suddenly have a stomachache?
"If I say it will hurt, then it will hurt."