Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 3, Chapter 5

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Chapter Five: Palace Scandal

. Leng Linglan's sudden appearance before me, dismissing the others, already gave me a clue, based on our previous experience.

"Commander Farrellvan, I just met First Lady Yueying. I heard… you made a bet yesterday?"

We didn't need to spell it out; we both knew what the bet was. But looking at Leng Linglan's beautiful face, tinged with anger, I was genuinely surprised. I hadn't expected Yueying to tell her about this bet. It seemed their sisterly relationship wasn't as distant as I'd imagined.

"Yes, that's right. What can I do for you, Grand Commander Leng?"

The accompanying soldiers had been driven away. This was a narrow alley, and no passersby would disturb us for the time being. However, I didn't intend to leave the carriage to speak with Leng Linglan without cover. So I simply opened the carriage window, speaking through the metal door, to avoid a disagreement and being harmed by her.

"I remember telling you, don't... harass... First Lady Yueying."

Each word was uttered with force, almost as if it were being exhaled from her nostrils. Leng Linglan wasn't just bluffing; I had no doubt that given a legitimate reason, she would immediately kill me.

However, several past experiences had made me realize that Leng Linglan did have reservations. Perhaps she feared my eccentric father, perhaps she was mindful of my status as a commander of ten thousand cavalry, or perhaps she was considering Yueying's feelings. In any case, she couldn't bring herself to act. As a result, these confrontations revealed her true limits. She could remain calm and composed under her murderous aura, casually finding excuses to deal with things.

"Oh, Your Highness's military orders... even if I had a hundred and twenty lives, I wouldn't dare forget them. But I seem to have already explained that we are currently carrying out His Majesty's decree. If Your Highness feels there's anything amiss, please issue an official document so I can explain to His Majesty. Alternatively, you can explain to His Majesty personally."

My words were extremely respectful, but the more humble I was, the more intense Leng Linglan's anger became. She understood that I was using her father's existence to pressure her, and unless she intended to directly defy him, she couldn't do anything to me.

Sure enough, upon hearing her father's name, Leng Linglan's arrogance immediately faltered. After hesitating several times, she said hatefully, "You... you scoundrel only know how to cling to power, doing those shameful things for my father, sacrificing women to achieve your own ends..."

This was utterly absurd, and I was completely confused. I simply asked her directly what she meant by "shameful things." If you're referring to His Majesty's peculiar hobbies, then that has nothing to do with me. I've neither kidnapped anyone nor helped the royal family dispose of corpses; I'm merely a soldier following orders. If the chivalrous Princess finds this objectionable, she can directly confront the center of the problem. There's no need to wield her authority over us salaried employees. Besides…

"…Sacrificing women to achieve one's own ends is not my style, but rather a tradition of the nation and royal family of Alibuda. So, you sacrificed Princess Yueying in exchange for the nation's prosperity, and today you want her to continue sacrificing herself to ensure Alibuda's peace. How noble… Not to mention others, just look at Your Highness, using the sexual favors of your technical director to curry favor with Solancia. Is this your so-called respect? Fairness?"

"Nonsense, things aren't as you say. Zhizhi is… she is… because she is an elf, originally of the Solancia lineage, so the Solancia people also have the right…"

"Oh? Now you acknowledge her elven blood? Then what about Her Highness's insistence the other day that even with elven blood, she is still a legitimate citizen of Alibuda and has no relation to Solancia? If you're right now, were you wrong before?"

"I...I..."

The usually strong and decisive Leng Linglan stammered at my question, clearly having hit a nerve. Being forced to exchange Zhizhi for Solancia's interests was undoubtedly a great humiliation to her pride and dignity, but for the sake of the bigger picture, she had to swallow her pride and submit. Now, having it brought up directly by me, her anger and shame made her tremble uncontrollably.

"So, Your Highness, you should know who is truly selling out women and sacrificing them for their own gain? If you don't want women to continue being sacrificed, then please don't stand in my way. I believe we have no reason to be enemies on this matter, because we both wish Princess Yueying happiness."

I had no intention of arguing with Leng Linglan any longer. Even the coachman had been chased away. If I didn't leave the carriage, I didn't know how long I would have to waste arguing with her. Besides, this kind of verbal sparring was pointless. I was in a hurry to carry out the next step of my extortion plan; I didn't have time to waste here.

I gave a polite smile, pushed open the door, got out of the carriage, and walked towards the alley entrance. I thought to myself, I've angered her so much this time; I can't let her say anything bad about me in front of Yueying, that would be a real problem.

"Shameless liar, I won't let you hurt my sister again..."

Just as I was about to reach the alley entrance, I suddenly heard such a whisper in my ear. The voice was almost inaudible, but it contained a resolute calm that sent chills down my spine. After those words, the tense, murderous aura that had been gripping my skin vanished instantly, sending a jolt through me.

(Oh no! She wants to kill me! Is her relationship with Sister Yueying really that good?)

A thought flashed through my mind. Perhaps I had really provoked this ice-cold beauty too much, causing her to abandon her inhibitions and decide to attack. That sudden disappearance of murderous intent was a sign that a master, before drawing their blade, had achieved perfect harmony between mind and weapon, aiming to kill the enemy in the shortest possible time.

The only thing I could do was quicken my pace, but I knew in my heart that it would be too late. Just as I was sweating profusely, suddenly darkness fell ahead, and two figures flashed into view, blocking the end of the alley.

"Hey, my dear nephew, where have you been? Was dealing with that perverted Ishtar really that troublesome?"

It was Mao Yan'an, and not just him, but also the smiling Xin Deng Jushi standing beside him. Seeing this important figure appear, I felt much relieved. Looking back, Leng Linglan was already nowhere to be seen. After all, no matter how much she hated me, she couldn't possibly clash with Xin Deng Jushi, who was both a senior member of her sect and far more skilled than her. So, as soon as she saw him appear, she left immediately.

The crisis was over, but I hadn't forgotten the tension of narrowly escaping. Although I didn't know why Leng Linglan had made that decision, I knew that if I met her again, it would have to be in a public place, otherwise, things would be very bad.

“Nephew Farrell, Brother Mao has already told me what happened. You went in alone into the Ishtar camp, which is indeed courageous and resourceful.”

Master Xindeng nodded and smiled, saying that after I left this morning, Mao Yan'an was worried and afraid that the Ishtar people would take a risk and kill me. So he specially went to find me and prepared to go to the inn in Ishtar. As long as the person had not come out by the appointed time, he would immediately break into the inn to rescue him. But he did not expect to meet me here.

"Uncle, I've almost dealt with that witch, but there are some details I need your help to figure out how to handle her demands."

If I could get help from the Heart Lamp Hermit, that would be a huge advantage, but that would break the bet, so I had to ask him to leave. After some thought, I decided to ask Mao Yan'an for help. I told him about Narcissus's demands and my predicament, and we could discuss a plan. Besides him, I had no one else to consult, and Mao Yan'an's cunning wisdom was something I really wanted to rely on. However, I was vague about the matter of the erotic magic book, not explaining it clearly.

After a moment's thought, a conclusion quickly came. Mao Yan'an believed that even if I truly possessed the secret to summoning dark beasts, I absolutely could not give it to Narcissus, because the Ishtar people were ruthless and vicious. If I really obtained the secret, they would definitely kill me to keep it for themselves, a point I wholeheartedly agreed with.

"In that case, we'll be delivering a fake. But Narcissus isn't someone to be trifled with; her magical skills and knowledge are quite high. Do you have any good ideas to fool her, you scoundrel?"

"Don't worry. Have you forgotten that I make a living by writing novels? I'll devise a good plot, something that's both real and fake, and I'm sure I can handle her. Don't forget we also have Little Xue as technical support. With her, a black magician skilled in witchcraft, as backup, things aren't really that difficult."

The problem I was worried about now seemed to have been solved all at once. I was overjoyed. At the entrance of the Duke's mansion, I had Mao Yan'an get off the carriage and asked him to complete the matter as soon as possible, but I didn't get off myself.

"Nephew, where are you going?"

"Strike while the iron is hot. Now that I've dealt with Ishtar this morning, I'll try to take care of Solancia this afternoon."

"You brat, all your weaknesses are now in my hands. Let me tell you, you scoundrel, you're in deep trouble today."

"Hahaha, I never thought the famous John Farrell was such a cowardly blabbermouth. What a disappointment."

From our initial encounter, I had to admit that in matters of negotiation, a "rogue" was indeed superior to a "witch." Before I could even finish my sentence, Renfell slammed his fist on the table and laughed, completely disregarding my threat.

Actually, from the moment I entered, I knew things wouldn't be so easy. When I entered the Ishtar Inn, the hostility, though strong, wasn't enough to deter me; but in the Solancia Inn, besides the hostility, I felt a united, resentful anger—a truly oppressive feeling.

The diplomatic laws of any country stipulate that the land of an embassy is foreign territory. Therefore, the attire of Renfell and his men, even though they were in "their own territory," was truly eye-opening.

Renfell was somewhat better off. At least after that speech, everyone in Sara knew he was a big-tailed thug, and that in his mansion, he would be dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, a small knife at his waist, revealing dragon tattoos, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was a gangster boss.

However, when I actually entered his reception room and saw dozens of elven officers kneeling on both sides, all dressed in black suits, black ties, and black sunglasses, with black-handled short knives at their waists, it was the air of a gangster meeting to divide the spoils. Coupled with the three scrolls on the wall that read "Expel the Tartars," "Equalize Land Rights," and "Restore China," it would be a lie to say that I wasn't shocked as I stood there.

Everyone in the reception room wore such serious and earnest expressions that this scene, which should have been extremely strange, seemed perfectly harmonious. If there was anything out of place, it was the elves' long, thin ears that constantly reminded others of their identities, which was quite amusing.

Although Lunfiel and I had never interacted before, we hadn't fought as many times as Narcissas had, so there was still some room for maneuver in our attitudes. He invited me to sit down, and a waiter brought tea. Lunfiel raised his cup to me in a toast.

"Your brilliant scheme to seize the city made you famous throughout the world, making you a hero; but for humiliating prisoners, selling hundreds of thousands of my fellow elven women and children into slavery, causing more than half of them to die, you are not worthy of being called a hero!"

After saying this, Lunfiel flipped his hand, spilling the entire cup of tea on the ground, both as a way of mourning the hundreds of thousands of tragically killed elven compatriots and as a sign of his disdain for associating with

them. The elven officers seated on either side did the same, and as dozens of cups of tea were poured onto the ground, the atmosphere in the room became extremely tense and awkward. I immediately understood. The Ishtar people had been hostile towards me, but since they weren't exactly benevolent themselves, they weren't offended by the methods I used to win the battle. However, these elves, deeply influenced by their masters' chivalrous spirit, mostly took honesty and integrity as their motto. Naturally, they could

n't stand my methods of breaching Martinres Fortress and the aftermath. Their hostility combined with contempt made their resentment far greater than that of the Ishtar people. However, I'm someone who's seen it all, and this pressure didn't shake me. Instead, it made me feel a little sorry for them. The reception room we were in had expensive, high-quality straw mats on the floor. These dim-witted underworld elves were pouring tea onto the very mats they were kneeling on, soaking their clothes and knees. They must have been in a lot of discomfort, and I felt sorry for them.

"Good, good, good!"

I clapped loudly and laughed, "The gentlemen of Solancia are upright and heroic, I admire them greatly. Seeing is believing, it's worth the trip I made today."

Laughing, I took a package from my pocket and said, "I heard that Solancia and Ishtar have just joined forces to discuss important plans and seek development for both countries. This is truly commendable..."

Seemingly feeling that this alliance put pressure on the Golden Flower Federation and our country, the elven officers wearing sunglasses on either side showed smug expressions when I brought it up.

"I heard that a major factor in facilitating this was that last month, Solancia and Ishtar jointly imported a batch of valuable magic crystal ore from overseas, but it was intercepted by the Black Dragon Society on its way back. Both sides lost millions of gold coins, hence their shared hatred."

“Yes, that’s true.”

Lunfeier nodded, a hint of surprise in his eyes. “But the Alibuda military probably wouldn’t have been able to find out this information, and Ishtar wouldn’t have told you on his own initiative. So… it’s rumored that Commander Yuantang has many experts under his command, and that the Third Tokyo City has countless extraordinary people. It seems the rumors are true.”

I patted the paper bag in my hand and smiled. “The crimes of the Black Dragon Society are countless. As a member of the Earth, my Farrell family also hopes to do our part to eradicate evil, so we specially sent experts to investigate… Thanks to the protection of the Elf King, we have successfully completed our mission. Just the day before yesterday, my father’s men sent back news that the missing items were found in Warehouse No. 19 of your 51st Special District.”

As soon as I said this, the two elven officers who had been eyeing me with predatory intent suddenly stood up, glaring at me with murderous intent, as if they wanted to kill me to silence me. I, on the other hand, shrugged as if I didn’t see them, put the paper bag on the table, and forcefully pushed it to Lunfeier at the other end of the long table.

"This is a small part of the lost items, essentially evidence. Should I return it to the Ishtar people for you? Also, tell Narcissa that you're deploying troops, ambushing top-tier elven archers and mages at the border, preparing to wipe them out on her way home while she's still recovering from her internal injuries, then blaming it on thieves." The fact that

Narcissa was injured was a result of a joint effort by Lunfiel and Leng Linglan, only to be sabotaged by the unsuspecting Yueying. However, Lunfiel is clearly more ruthless than Leng Linglan, having already laid an ambush to eliminate this powerful enemy. It makes sense; Ishtar rarely keeps its promises when forming alliances. Rather than be betrayed by them, it's better to sever the alliance after achieving its goals and eliminate the enemy along the way.

These words shocked the elves immensely. However, compared to his restless subordinates, Lunfiel remained calm. He first elegantly gestured for the officers to sit down, then his expression changed, becoming domineering like a mafia boss. He pointed at me and said that the Third New Tokyo City was indeed quite capable of detecting these things, but Ishtar currently needed Solancia's cooperation. Even if I told Narcissas about these matters, she wouldn't immediately retaliate. At most, she would lead her men to ambush and retaliate on the way back home after the matter was over. If I tried to use this as a threat, it would be completely useless.

“Indeed, with Prince Renfell in charge, these little tricks are meaningless. However, I have another question I'd like to discuss with His Highness privately. Of course, if you don't mind others overhearing, I can say it publicly, but I assure you, on behalf of the Farrell family, that you will regret it immensely.”

If I had said this as soon as I entered, Renfell, who didn't take me seriously, would have scoffed. But thanks to the information provided by Narcissus, I had successfully taken the initiative. Before Renfell could give any orders, the group of elven officers had already left.

When only Renfell and I remained, I spoke of another secret, a saga concerning the Solancia royal family.

In truth, royal families are all alike; the man on the throne is often not quite right in the head, either lewd and lustful, or, like our king, possessing some peculiar quirk. The current king of Solancia is also a ridiculously lecherous fellow, and worse, he made his subjects clean up his messes.

About ten years ago, the queen's mother entered the palace to meet the king. Her beauty astonished him, and that very night he forcibly summoned this beautiful and charming mother-in-law to his bed. Afterwards, he became addicted, keeping this noblewoman in the palace—to put it bluntly, under house arrest—and indulging in nightly revelry. As for the queen learning of this scandal and dying from a severe illness, that's none of our business.

The Queen died, and although she was replaced by another concubine, the mother of the second prince, Renfell, a former mother-in-law was still a mother-in-law. The scandal wouldn't turn into a happy one, especially since her mistress was pregnant. It was truly impossible to know how to settle this son of a bitch's mess.

Fortunately, the King's advantage in committing scandals was that he could always find a scapegoat. The Elven King of Solancia first bestowed a countship upon the mother-in-law, then chose an old general who had just returned from a triumphant campaign to marry her, thus reasonably resolving the issue on the surface.

The old general died suddenly shortly after the marriage. Although it's generally believed that he was too old and couldn't bear the joys of the new marriage, based on Phoenix's records, I believe this poor old man was murdered by the jealous King before he even touched his bride's hand.

The new wife, after marrying into the general's household, gave birth prematurely to the old general's posthumous son within a barely reasonable timeframe. The son inherited the old general's surname and was named Bianca Sheen. She had an older brother, already a teenager, who later became highly valued and was stationed at the Martinres fortress as Job Sheen.

Records show that Prince Renfell, the legitimate heir, doted on his half-sister Bianca and was also on good terms with Job. Therefore, from the time he came to power, he continuously cultivated and promoted the two siblings, arranging for them to learn the finest martial arts and giving them the best conditions and opportunities to achieve military merit. However, Renfell had encountered a thorny problem in the past two years: his father, the king, who was like a dog in heat, had taken notice of his illegitimate daughter's beauty and intended to take advantage of her.

The upright and principled Renfell could not tolerate such a disgraceful act, but he could not openly disobey orders. Therefore, he had no choice but to keep his sister close by, protecting her meticulously. However, the recent kidnapping crisis added another layer of trouble.

Renfell was unaware of the kidnapping beforehand; it was entirely the work of his loyal subordinates, led by Bianca. The kidnapping operation failed, turning into a diplomatic crisis for Solancia. Bianca would be the first to be held accountable. If the King of Solancia used this as a pretext to summon his beautiful daughter to the palace, Renfell would no longer be able to protect her. It was for this reason that Lunfiel took the whole thing upon himself. However…

“I think Your Highness knows, without me saying it, that if I were to spread the word about what happened that day, even with all your power, you wouldn’t be able to snatch her from your king. Then your beloved sister would…” “

Are you threatening me?”

“Of course. Isn’t diplomacy all about manipulating the Southern Kingdom and Sugar? Since there’s no benefit to be gained, who else would I threaten if not you? Don’t gangsters make a living by intimidation? You threaten me, I threaten you—it’s normal. Don’t be surprised.”

Completely unfazed by Lunfiel’s tough stance, I was fearless, smiling as I met his gaze. I knew that in this situation, I wouldn’t be the one to give in in the end.

Time passed, and Lunfiel’s sharp gaze gradually calmed down, but his hand on the table clenched tighter, suppressing his anger and hatred. Finally, the decision came out of his mouth.

"I utterly despise your character, but I must admit, I have indeed lost to you this time. In this world, when you lose, you have to accept it. The Golden Flower Federation has had a stroke of good luck this time, and I personally hope that General Farrell will have a safe and peaceful journey in the coming days."

"Oh? I thought that with His Highness's wisdom, he wouldn't try such an unoriginal tactic as murder to silence witnesses. Since I dared to come here, I naturally came prepared."

"Even if we don't silence witnesses, we will still kill. Once the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked. Although you helped Ryan Buffett facilitate this alliance, if you die, he will weigh the bigger picture and certainly won't sacrifice an ally like Solancia just to avenge you."

"That's true."

I was naturally overjoyed that the negotiations had succeeded in one fell swoop, but at the end of the negotiations, I also noticed something. Although Renfell gave off a strong impression of a passionate young man at the event that day, it would be a grave mistake to assume he was impulsive and irrational. He truly possessed the cold blood of an elf, suppressing his raging hatred with reason. He not only smiled as he saw me off but also politely embraced me at the door.

This deal was incredibly troublesome. It seems I shouldn't set foot in any place where elves gather for the next ten years, lest I encounter misfortune.

Rosetta, the land of the dwarves, wasn't a major problem in my estimation. As long as Ishtar and Solancia were dealt with, Rosetta would crumble on its own.

The ten-day agreement was less than a third complete; I had already dealt with Solancia, and Ishtar was seventy percent done. What seemed like an impossible task was progressing surprisingly smoothly, largely thanks to Phoenix's intelligence.

With intelligence comes control over the world. It's precisely because information is so powerful that precognitive abilities are so invaluable. Of course, having a demon who can provide the latest information is also quite helpful.

If this matter succeeds smoothly, it will truly be thanks to Phoenix. However, something that would normally require three wishes to accomplish was given to me so easily after a kiss and a hug. Thinking about it makes me uneasy. Could this contain some kind of conspiracy? One

must always be wary of others, especially demons. Based on her past bad record, I'm very suspicious of Phoenix, especially when she presents an innocent and harmless facade. That's more likely to indicate some insidious and harmful schemes. I must be cautious.

I went back to the Duke's mansion to discuss the current progress with my only accomplice in evil, Mao Yan'an, and asked him to find a way to deal with Ishtar as soon as possible. The delinquent middle-aged man was engrossed in his room, writing furiously. After listening to my progress report, he bit his pen, his eyes red and swollen, and nodded at me, indicating he would continue his efforts. The floor was littered with crumpled pieces of paper—his failed attempts at writing, carelessly tossed aside.

I can't help with this, so I can only silently pray that everything goes smoothly for him, that his inspiration flows like a spring, and that he can quickly weave one good story after another that will leave Narcissus dizzy, thus resolving the problems on Ishtar's side.

Since I can't do anything about this for the time being, I'll find some entertainment for myself. The ideal celebration would be to go find Yueying, congratulate me on my great victory, and incidentally, indulge in some intimate moments to satisfy my brotherly desires.

However, when I arrived at the inn and confirmed that Ryan wasn't there, the soldiers stationed there told me some unexpected news.

"Huh? What? Linglan... no, the Second Princess has come to visit and has already been inside for an hour or two? This is truly... rare!"

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