Red Maple City.
The high-ranking members of the three clans gathered together, with Logo at the highest position, listening to the work reports from those below and the decisions on some key matters.
"Boss, are all these production lines really located in the Underdark?" Crassus squatted down next to Logo, his tone somewhat hesitant.
"What? You have something in mind?" Logo raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"It's not exactly an idea, but I feel that this is, after all, the lord's territory, and we'll all have to leave sooner or later. When that happens, these devices won't be..." Crassus didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood what he meant and looked up at Logo.
After scanning the room, Logo chuckled, "You have similar concerns?"
Everyone nodded.
Logo thought for a moment and explained, "I've certainly considered these things, but after thinking it over, I've decided to continue investing heavily in the Underdark."
"There are three reasons for this. First, the captured production line is well-suited to the environment of the Underdark. Second, the Underdark is a secondary space, and our spatial science is advanced enough to cut it off and take it away. Third, it's a way to curry favor with the Sunset Lord and show that we are still willing to obey the Lord's orders."
"These three points are the basis for my decision. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood Logo's intention and exclaimed in unison, "Understood!"
"That's good. Is there anything else? Please tell me all at once."
A clan leader from the White Ape Clan stepped forward and asked, "Your Excellency, will you be attending the warriors' investiture ceremony?"
"Oh, tomorrow, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I got it. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Reporting to the Earl..."
Two hours later, the work report concluded.
Logo stood up from his seat, stretched, and muttered to himself.
"If the three major clans already have so much to deal with, what will it do if they take over the entire Royal Court? Won't that kill me with exhaustion?"
"Fortunately, I've advanced to Legendary. The true power of that talent should then be revealed. At that time, I can easily create a political avatar to manage the forces under my command, freeing myself up."
With this thought, Logo's spirits lifted, and his previously depressed mood returned to normal.
The next day!
A grand awarding ceremony was held at Red Maple Square.
Logo stood on the stage, awarding medals to soldiers and officers who had distinguished themselves in the war.
Because of the Eye of Insight, Logo can directly see the talents of these people, and based on this, judge their future achievements and select promising talents for cultivation.
The people he specifically asked the old count to take care of when the war started were those who caught his attention in this way.
As it turned out, Logo's judgment was spot on. A war of blood and fire purged the army of scoundrels, leaving only the best, including the few he had specifically paid attention to.
Aierwen, Gu An, Tanduyin.
They are all young, yet they have already shown remarkable strategic acumen. Although their current ranks are low, their future is promising, and they may very well grow into renowned generals.
Although the Astral Realm is a world of Transcendent beings, there are still differences in strength among Transcendent.
A large number of weaker people, if united and coordinated by a renowned general, may well be able to defeat the stronger ones.
Individual power and collective power are never clearly distinct, but rather intertwined and interconnected.
Therefore, Logo not only needs to cultivate future unparalleled powerhouses, but also needs to find commanders who can unite the collective strength into one.
"Keep up the good work, young man! The future belongs to you!"
patted the red-haired boy's chest, Logo turned and left. The boy's face flushed with excitement, and he glanced at his companions with a hint of smugness.
The old count watched strangely from the side. If he remembered correctly, Logo seemed to be a little younger than these little guys.
"Forget it, we Gendaya People never Champion by age, yes, that's how it is!"
After the awarding of medals, Logo went to the Alchemy Academy for an inspection. He pointed out several problems that needed to be corrected, asked Crassus to stay and oversee their resolution, and then left with Caesar.
"Come with me to Ancient Planet Guta in three days."
Logo spoke as he walked.
"Planet Guta? Boss, didn't you say that Planet Guta might be behind the Ashes? Are we really going there?" Caesar asked in surprise.
"What are you afraid of? What mortal grudge do we have against the Ashes?" Logo rolled his eyes at him and said irritably.
Caesar shook his head. "Uh, no, it's just factional infighting, each side fighting for its own master."
"Does the Planet Guta know that we now understand the relationship between the Ashes and them?" Logo asked again.
"I don't know!" Caesar chuckled sheepishly and scratched his thick blond hair.
"That settles it. What else do you have to be afraid of? A guilty conscience is no good. Remember, we're good friends from Planet Guta," Logo said meaningfully.
Caesar suddenly realized, "Boss, you mean, infiltrate the enemy?"
Logo smiled without saying a word.
Infiltrate the enemy's ranks?
No, he wanted to devour this enemy.
Three days passed quickly.
During these three days, Logo met with the Sunset Lord, accepted the position of steward, and officially entered the highest leadership circle of the Sunset Territory.
Since the territory had long been divided up, Logo, the chief steward, had very few tribes under his direct command. In terms of foundation, he was far inferior to the other chief stewards. You should know that even the lazy Earth Bear, Pulatake, had hundreds of tribes providing him with resources.
In return, the Sunset Lord entrusted Logo with the management of the territory's trade.
Clearly, this decision also took into account Logo's ownership of the Ruibete Group; the underlying meaning is obvious to anyone with discerning eyes.
Sunset Territory is vast, with abundant resources and numerous ethnic groups. However, it is not highly developed, and trade has not been particularly profitable in the past.
But for Logo, even the smallest thing can be exploited; if this power is used well, it's far more useful than simply acquiring territory.
After all, in theory he could intervene in the entire territory's commerce and trade, and in this regard, the other stewards should also make things much easier for him.
Since he was away for a short time, Logo quickly completed the handover. As before, during his absence, the old count and Annabelle discussed and decided on matters concerning the territory. If things didn't work out, they could contact him.
Since everything is within the Elven Plane, even if the communication technology isn't as advanced as in the Astral Realm, the delays won't be significant.
Board the spaceship.
Logo, accompanied by several bodyguards, once again left Planet Oklo and flew into the vast expanse of space.
at the same time.
Planet Guta.
Sky Tower.
A towering, colossal tower stands atop the stars, with countless ant-like creatures moving in and out.
A room somewhere.
Gustavo, looking like a child, lay comfortably on the soft sofa, attended to by two beautiful women, Brooks and Diwoer, on either side of him. One massaged him to relax his muscles, while the other peeled fruit and nuts, occasionally feeding them to him.
However, compared to Brooks, Diwoer's gentle face carried a hint of resentment, which was of course not directed at Gustavo, but at her good friend Brooks who had brought the latter here.
God knows how devastated Diwoer was. She happily went to meet her best friend, only to have several burly men suddenly appear and pin her to the ground without saying a word. Then, a little boy who looked like a child appeared, looking at her with ill intent.
Although Diwoer couldn't possibly harbor any hostility towards Gustavo because of the Parasitic Spider Eggs, she would still have some harmless little temper tantrums, especially since they were directed at Brooks.
So Gustavo pretended not to notice Diwoer's resentment, and felt no guilt whatsoever. After all, he was the master; how could he possibly have such feelings for a maid?
"Hmm? Logo is finally coming." Gustavo suddenly sat up, thought for a moment, and said, "Brooks, how's the thing I asked you to prepare going?"
"Everything is ready," Brooks said succinctly.
"That's good. Now we just have to wait." With that, Gustavo waved his hand, and Brooks and Diwoer bowed slightly before leaving the room.
"Brooks, what task did Master assign you?" Diwoer tilted his head and asked curiously.
Brooks's red lips curved slightly. She reached out and wrapped her arm around Diwoer's slender waist. With the index finger of her other hand, she lightly lifted the latter's snow-white chin, smiled lazily, and teased, "Don't you know how to tell fortunes? Do I need to tell you?"
Diwoer glared at Brooks, his face showing clear discouragement. He puffed out his cheeks and said, "I don't believe you don't know that Master's Fate is no longer something I can predict. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to succeed in your plot."
Seeing her best friend bring up old grievances again, Brooks immediately backed down, "Okay, okay, I admit I was Earth Dao about this, I apologize."
"Tch, no need." Diwoer turned his head away angrily, looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
To be honest, this fortune teller is indeed naive, with a touch of innocent romance. She clearly hasn't experienced much of the harsh realities of life, quite different from a seasoned veteran like Brooks. I wonder how the two of them became such good friends in the first place.
After a moment's thought, Brooks told Diwoer about the task Gustavo had given her. It wasn't anything that needed to be kept secret, and besides, they were both soul slaves, so it was impossible for them to leak the secret.
"Looking for the academy? And a genius? What's going on?" Diwoer was stunned.
Brooks flickered across Youquan's face as she lightly patted her sisters' shoulders. "What else can we do? Don't forget our master's innate abilities!"
You mean?!
Diwoer was speechless for a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. She transmitted her voice, "This is too audacious! This is Planet Guta! If the powerful members of the Guta People discover that our master is trying to control their talented clansmen, we're doomed!"
Brooks shrugged. "What can we do? Master's decisions are rarely changed."
"That's right!" Diwoer's face darkened further, his little face scrunched up, and after a moment, he suddenly grabbed Brooks's arm tightly, his eyes resolute, and said, "Let's go!"
"Huh?" Brooks was stunned. "What are you doing...?"
"I'm going to the food street. Even if I die, I'll die full!" Diwoer declared righteously.
Brooks was immediately speechless.
I had initially thought my best friend was going to persuade her owner to change her mind, and I secretly admired her growing courage. But I was wrong; she was still so sweet and adorable.
And so, the two beauties left the hotel and headed to the food street.
Gustavo didn't stop him. He adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards his soul slaves, letting them do as they pleased when there were no orders. He even gave them allowances for their entertainment.
The reason for doing this is that soul slaves themselves possess a full range of emotions, and if they are treated as puppets and their true nature is suppressed, although their loyalty will not decrease, their potential will be severely weakened.
It's like the difference between wild animals and domestic fowl.
Intelligent life has always been active in the vast world; a cage is merely a constraint.
Time flows slowly by, and in the blink of an eye, the sun rises and the moon sets.
As Logo's spaceship docked at the port, Gustavo slowly opened his eyes.
On a spaceplane.
"Boss, we received a message from the Ximenjia Consortium that Kusisi is already waiting for you!" Caesar, the temporary assistant, whispered.
"Okay, I got it!" Logo said without turning his head, his cheek pressed against the window, his gaze slowly sweeping across the vast and boundless land of Planet Guta.
This is a land even more prosperous and fertile than Planet Oklo. What's even more remarkable is that this planet has only one inhabitant: the Guta Star People, unlike Planet Oklo, where multiple nations vie for supremacy and the situation is chaotic.
Soon, the spaceplane landed on the helipad of the Cloud-Touching Tower, where hundreds of people were already waiting.
They were all wearing identical uniforms, with the Ximenjia Consortium's representative badge prominently displayed on their chests.
"Greetings, Your Excellency Earl! The Chairman has been waiting for you for quite some time!" The leading Guta Star People stepped forward, hovering in mid-air due to the height difference, and extended his hand with a smile.
After shaking hands with the man, Logo followed him into the Cloud-Touching Tower.
"The last time I came here was to establish Ruibeite Company. In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed," Logo said with a sigh as he walked.
"In just over a year, the Ruibete Group has become a highly sought-after rising star in the dimensional business world. Your abilities are truly exceptional," the leader praised sincerely.
"It is also thanks to the support of your esteemed conglomerate that Bette could never have developed."
During their casual conversation, the group took the central elevator to the 235th floor.
This is the headquarters of the Ximenjia Consortium.
The entire floor belongs to Simon.
The fact that the Ximenjia Consortium could acquire such a large area in the prime real estate of Cloud-Touching Tower speaks volumes about its influence.
It was midday, the sun was shining brightly, and golden rays streamed through the window, falling like a thin veil onto the young man's shoulders, giving him a hazy, ethereal beauty, like Angel.
This is assuming we ignore the dark haze seen from the perspective of the Eye of Insight.
"You've come." Kusisi turned around, a gentle smile playing on his lips, instantly giving people a genuine sense of warmth.
Needless to say, this person has an extremely high level of charisma.
"Since I had some free time, I thought I'd come over!" Logo casually sat down on the sofa at Kusisi's beckoning gesture.
"I heard you won a great victory?"
"Let's just say that!"
"The reason I came in person this time is..."
"I'd like to discuss the trade cooperation between Sunset Territory and Simonga," Logo said, getting straight to the point.
"Oh?" Kusisi suddenly became interested.