Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 2 Chapter 5

Chapter Five: A Surprising Visit

With the combined efforts of the Plantagenet Federation and Alibuda, the secret convoy of the Pure Mind Zen Society entered Sara last night, ensuring the success of today's conference.

However, when I sought out Mao Yan'an to ask him to help me with some tasks today, I learned from him of some unexpected changes that nearly ruined today's conference.

Lunfei's actions were indeed ruthless and decisive. After his announcement yesterday, the elven prince immediately ordered all his subordinates to pack their bags, preparing to leave Sara that very day and return directly to Solancia. This was to show that he wasn't trying to use the opportunity to demand anything, nor was he saying one thing while secretly exchanging benefits with other countries; rather, he genuinely and resolutely wanted to withdraw.

If this had happened, the Plantagenet Federation and Alibuda, the two countries hosting this peace talks, would have been slapped twice in the face. Fortunately, he changed his mind at the last minute. As for the reason for Lunfei's temporary stay in Sara, the military spies couldn't find out, but Mao Yan'an told me.

"The Zhumo Opera Troupe was invited to perform at Ryan's ball? Which underworld boss likes this kind of thing?"

As soon as I said it, I found it laughable. Elves naturally enjoy refined and artistic pursuits; singing, poetry, opera… these are all popular pastimes in Solancia. It's not surprising that Lunfiel would enjoy them; it's just that my impression of him as an underworld boss has been so strong these past few days that I've temporarily forgotten about it.

"The Zhu Mofang Opera Troupe... I think I've heard that name before. Wait, isn't that Narcissus's opera troupe?"

"Yes, it's confirmed that Narcissus herself will perform at the banquet. This news has made all the celebrities and gentry in Sara City scramble for invitations."

"That vixen performing herself?" "

She's the troupe's star performer. How can the troupe handle such a grand event if she doesn't perform?" "

I know she's connected to the troupe, but I thought she was just behind the scenes..." "

Nine out of ten beautiful women have a desire to perform. What do you think the 'Ling' in her nickname 'Purple Narcissus' refers to?" "

Ling" means performer. It's hard to imagine that ghostly woman in costume and on stage, with so many people vying to see her. I wonder what they're all going to see. Anyway, Mao Yan'an and I are definitely going to have something to see, so we don't need to worry about that.

And we finally have an answer to what this baffling gathering is all about. To prepare for future battles against the Black Dragon Society, the Pure Thought Zen Society prepared powerful new weapons, which were specially transported to Sara to be displayed to their allies, aiming to boost their confidence. The

official explanation was certainly appealing, but beneath the surface, it was clearly a display of force, a forceful tactic to subdue the alliance. While overwhelming military might be a powerful method, Ishtar and the dwarves were no pushovers, and the Solancia elves were clearly planning to leave. The effectiveness of Ryan's risky move was highly questionable.

Regardless, I still took on the security duties without hesitation, especially since Leng Linglan was also attending the event as a military representative. As an insignificant figure, I naturally had to work from the sidelines.

The fact that Ryan used the Royal Arena in Sara, capable of holding 120,000 people at a time, to meet with these important figures hinted at the scale of the event to be unfolding today. As for me, the gatekeeper, I was stationed in a nine-story tower on the east side of the arena, overlooking everything that was happening.

Some nobles who were optimistic about my future and were trying to befriend me felt sorry for me, believing that I should be in the arena to show my status, instead of being left in the tower as a gatekeeper with no chance to shine. Little did they know that this arrangement suited me perfectly, because if even I was summoned to the arena to watch the parade, what would be the point of today?

Let those who want to attend the ceremony attend, and those who don't want to attend have their own fun—isn't that better?

However, although I was able to stay in the tower as I wished, it didn't mean I could be idle. The tribes attending this event came from all over the land, and some of the smaller nations had long-standing feuds. Although they came at the call of the Golden Flower Federation, when enemies met, there was bound to be a scene of mutual resentment. And the backing of the major powers' covert struggles gave them undue courage to put their anger into action.

"Here we go again! Which tribes are clashing this time? Are they trying to turn the post station into a battlefield?"

Similar cries of anguish had been echoing repeatedly within the military headquarters. We were caught in a dilemma: to intervene or not to intervene. The reasons for these conflicts were varied, even absurd.

The Warsaw tribal chief, having received intelligence that the neighboring Red River tribe had attacked their territory, causing heavy casualties, enraged him. He then launched a surprise attack on the Red River chief's post station. After a chaotic brawl, they discovered the news was a false alarm. Now the Red River tribe was furious, vowing to make the Warsaw tribal pay.

Similar incidents had been commonplace in recent days, repeatedly unfolding and keeping the military scrambling, unsure whether to treat this as a national defense issue or a diplomatic one.

As the Grand Commander of the Imperial Guard, in charge of the defense and security of Sara City, and the de facto commander of the military, Leng Linglan naturally

had to handle these issues. Besides dealing with those awkward situations, she also had to assign guards to prevent those dismissed rash men from leading revenge attacks at night and storming into the embassy where the other side was staying. When such situations occurred, both sides could only scramble to find a way to save face, ultimately shifting the blame to the Black Dragon Society, claiming they were under a spell cast by suspected Black Dragon Society members, rendering them unable to control themselves; those with even more shamelessness claimed they had discovered suspected Black Dragon Society assassins and, in order to track them down, had come fully armed with knives, clubs, and guns.

How intense were the undercurrents? Narcissas had only been in Sara for a few days when seventeen disturbances "related to the Black Dragon Society" occurred in quick succession—chance duels, challenges, midnight raids—it was impossible to confirm which one was truly the work of the Black Dragon Society. Although the incidents hadn't escalated to the point of assassination or death, they no longer contradicted the original purpose of the gathering of various nations.

Leng Linglan was exhausted by the endless disturbances, and since she was going to attend the conference today, these issues naturally fell to me.

Regardless of seniority, military achievements, or rank, I wasn't qualified to be in command. However, I did have an imperial decree, and my recent performance had won me favor, so performing tasks like reviewing documents and directing operations wouldn't cause any controversy.

"Commander Farrell is in trouble!"

"Watch your words! I'm not in trouble, you're the one with something to tell me. What is it this time? They're already on their way to the conference, can't they be quiet on the way?"

"The chief of the Dockford tribe, leading his people, blocked the chief of their sworn enemy, the Fulley tribe, on East Street, preventing them from attending the conference and demanding a duel."

"This is outrageous! Can't they settle their feud at home? They've traveled all the way to Sara for a duel—are they here for peace talks or a martial arts tournament?"

"It's said the Fulley tribe chief isn't very skilled in martial arts and has always refused challenges from the Dockford tribe in his territory. This time, they met on a narrow road in Sara, and the Dockford tribe provoked them, leading to the conflict."

Even such reasons can escalate into conflict. Among the more than one hundred participating groups, some have been neighbors for generations, becoming sworn enemies due to various disputes. How could they not feel resentment when they meet on the street?

If this were the Golden Flower Federation, these small and medium-sized forces would naturally be deeply wary and restrain their behavior. However, since it is the less powerful Alibuda, and there are certain people instigating it behind the scenes, the conflict has surfaced.

Ryan Buffett's prestige could have deterred these disturbances, but this was, after all, a foreign country, and he couldn't overstep his bounds. Furthermore, as an outgoing president, he shouldn't act too publicly. Therefore, he had to entrust the mediation of these disputes to Alibuda. Besides, I suspect he also had some unspoken interests at play…

Ensuring security for large international conferences is already difficult enough, especially when member states are at odds and secretly fighting each other; it's a real headache for those of us caught in the middle. However, the conference was about to begin, and we needed to get the attendees in as quickly as possible. So, I issued a series of orders, directing the temporary command post inside the tower to dispatch troops to maintain order throughout the venue.

"Commander Farrell."

Just as I finished giving my orders, Mao Yan'an chivalrously helped carry them out, and I began making final preparations in the empty command room, a cold female voice suddenly rang out. Although it sounded familiar, it was somewhat unbelievable, especially when I looked up and confirmed the owner of the voice. I almost dropped my pen in shock. It

was none other than Leng Linglan, the number one ice queen of Alibuda, my current superior, and the second princess of Alibuda.

Our strained relationship, with each of us secretly hoping for the other's downfall, was nothing new. Everyone around us knew it, and we were all aware of it, just waiting to say it openly. To avoid conflict, we usually tried to avoid seeing each other. After I was promoted to the capital's security force, I also tried to maintain official correspondence to avoid humiliating myself by going to her. However, due to official business, we still inevitably ran into each other. But today was a bit strange.

Normally, our encounters are always accidental, or I'm there to see her, my superior, on official business. Leng Linglan has never and disdains to come to see me on her

own initiative. Besides, every time we meet, there's a group of subordinates around, because everyone worries that if I were to meet Leng Linglan alone, a bloody incident might immediately occur, including between her and me. So, when I saw Leng Linglan, dressed in a crisp military uniform, appearing so dashingly at the door, I was genuinely startled. My first reaction was to grip the Hyakkimaru (a magical weapon) hidden in my sleeve, on guard. Who knows if this bitch has suddenly gone mad and decided to take advantage of the situation where no one can testify to kill me?

"Commander Farrell, you're in charge of security today. Have you completed all the preparations? I just came from District A, the security there..."

Leng Linglan stood at the door, shouting while proudly holding her chin high, unwilling to come in. This put my mind at ease a little, because since she didn't want to come in, she probably wasn't there to kill anyone. But I still couldn't let my guard down, because with her martial arts skills, she could get from the door to here in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, I just confirmed over there, and we'll reinforce the manpower immediately."

My superior came over to give me a lecture, and of course, I could only nod in agreement. She wasn't someone you could joke with, and I

wisely refrained from making any irresponsible remarks. After pointing out the security loopholes, Leng Linglan then criticized my recent mistakes on duty, her words extremely harsh, giving me a thorough dressing-down, but she still had some restraint and didn't resort to personal attacks. I wasn't displeased, after all, given our terrible relationship, would she smile gently and praise me instead of scolding me? Besides, I was more concerned about her hand movements than what she said, lest I suddenly black out and my head fall to the ground, which would be truly regrettable.

"Keep a close eye on the movements of the Ishtar people. Don't let them have a chance to do anything in Sara that might harass the people."

"Yes, I understand." "

Narcissa publicly accused you the other day of colluding with the Black Dragon Society and harboring a dark mage. I don't care whether it's true or not. Even if it's false, if you give her an excuse to obstruct this peace talk, I guarantee I'll send you to a military court."

"Yes, sir."

I didn't offer any further explanation, just a simple reply. Without the obstruction of others, and after looking at her from this distance for a while, I had to admit and admire that Ao Shuang Binglan truly deserved to be one of the Seven Beauties. She was a stunning beauty who aroused the possessive desire of every man.

Her thick black hair was neatly tied behind her ears and styled into a neat short braid at the back of her head; her delicate, porcelain-like face was so smooth and delicate that it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, giving people a feeling of fragility that made them want to pity her. But when my gaze fell on her pair of spirited purple eyes, the resolute look that shone in her beautiful eyes commanded respect and made people dare not treat her lightly.

She wore a white military jacket over a light blue velvet shirt fastened with gold silk buttons. A badge representing her rank was pinned to her chest, but any man who saw it would likely not associate it with the countless achievements and bloody battles it represented. Instead, they would wonder what kind of shapely, full breasts were rising and falling beneath the badge and shirt. Based on

my years of observation, I estimate it to be a 34C, the same cup size as my sister, but due to years of martial arts training, her frame is larger.

While not exactly impressive, it wasn't small either. Contained tightly by the military uniform, it offered no opportunity for eye-catching pleasure. But when your gaze falls below the belt, the slender waist cinched by the gold belt accentuates the delicate curves of her chest; though not a dress, the close-fitting white trousers make her already slightly upturned hips appear even more shapely and rounded, paired with brown riding boots. This combination exudes a captivating yet fearsome allure to all the men of Alibuda, while her dashing figure also makes her the object of admiration for many Alibuda women.

Thinking about it carefully, I wonder when this bitch transformed from a naive young girl into a stunningly beautiful and radiant woman? My animosity towards her has only deepened, leaving me no chance to properly examine her. Now, seeing her like this, despite my inner curses, I can't deny that this bitch, worthy of being Yueying's sister, possesses a beauty that truly arouses me.

Back when my perverted father was still serving in Sara, before Yueying was married, I frequently visited the palace and had many opportunities to meet Leng Linglan. What was she like back then? Was she a little princess in an expensive dress, with elegant curls? Or a promising young swordsman already wielding a sword, diligently learning from her swordsmanship teacher?

Strange, I think I saw her before, yet I have absolutely no recollection of her from that time…

Recently, Yueying has been trying to reconcile me with Leng Linglan, but it's like my trying to get Yueying to divorce her nominal husband and stay in Alibuda—a futile effort. Putting aside everything else, given Leng Linglan's contempt and disgust for me, even if I were willing, she wouldn't. Moreover, if Leng Linglan were to reveal my affair with Princess Xingmei, Yueying's reaction would be unknown.

However, in Yueying's memory, Leng Linglan and I were very close when we were children, but I have no recollection of such a terrifying event. Is Yueying mistaken? Or is there something wrong with my memory? This is very strange. When I asked the old servants in the house for confirmation, those ruthless old men, who used to kill without blinking an eye, actually pretended to be old and forgetful, asking me who Leng Linglan was.

The question couldn't be answered immediately, but there should only be one truth, and the answer was…

"What are you thinking about? Your superior is talking to you, and you dare to be distracted? How dare you!"

"Yes, sir."

Having been caught off guard by Leng Linglan's distraction, I answered her reprimand like a military cadet, but the strange feeling that had been there before suddenly resurfaced. How could Leng Linglan speak to me like that? She couldn't have come all this way just to lecture me about official business; her words seemed more like she was deliberately trying to start a conversation. So her real purpose was…

"Isn't that enough? Sir!"

"What do you mean by that tone?"

"I'm saying you should be enough, shouldn't you? The meeting is about to start, you should be taking your seat soon; your subordinates who are going to carry out their tasks can't stay downstairs forever. If there are things you don't want a third party to hear, say them now."

I sneered, "For the Second Princess, who has always disliked me, to endure humiliation and come to see me alone, there must be a very compelling reason. If I'm not mistaken, you're here because..."

With a muffled thud, Leng Linglan swung her right hand, striking the metal door frame and leaving a fist-shaped dent. With that thud, her expression completely changed. Gone was the previous hesitant and cautious look; now it was a fierce, almost murderous, expression, as if she were facing an enemy on a battlefield. The dent she made on the door clearly indicated that she didn't even want me to utter that name.

"The guards recently told me that you've been getting close to First Lady Yueying?"

I felt uneasy upon hearing this, wondering how much Leng Linglan knew. I quickly regained my composure and said, "Reporting, sir, I'm responsible for protecting the First Lady's safety. If I'm not close to her, and something happens, His Majesty the King will want my life. What should I do?"

"...That's for the best, but I also warn you, if you have any improper thoughts or dare to do anything inappropriate... I warn you, this time I won't be lenient with you."

Does this so-called leniency mean like last time, because I played with my sister, I was made to look bad in the palace? Although I'm not an exhibitionist, if I can get a Winter Snow Fairy to have my way with me after being exposed once, I wouldn't mind doing it again!

Even so, facing Leng Linglan's stern and frosty expression, I naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to talk back and court death. It seems she only got a little wind of it and rushed to issue a warning, unaware that Yueying and I had already consummated our relationship... How strange, why is this woman always several steps late whenever my sisters are being targeted?

"Yes, sir."

I gave a standard reply, trying to appease her and smooth things over. However, Leng Linglan's anger didn't subside; instead, it intensified. After saying those words, her uncontrollable rage drove her to take action.

"Whoosh!"

A dagger flashed and embedded itself in the wooden wall behind me. It grazed my ear, severing a few strands of hair and causing me to break out in a cold sweat. However, because it happened so quickly, my expression didn't change.

"Let me tell you, the kind of man I despise most in this life is a male succubus like you, filthy, shameless, and harboring evil intentions. I truly don't understand why God would leave such a scourge to this world. If it weren't for..."

At this point in her angry outburst, Leng Linglan seemed to realize that her outburst was merely degrading herself and had no real effect. So she regained her icy expression and said hatefully, "I'll only warn you once: the First Lady of Yueying is of noble birth. A male succubus like you, even in your next life, will never be able to touch a hair on her head. If you dare to harass her, no matter who you are, I will take your life!"

"That sounds nice, but does that mean you care about her? What kind of life does she lead? What's she thinking? Do you really know? Bah! She doesn't even call me 'sister.' First Lady, First Lady, doesn't she have a name? If the First Lady has some kind of scandal, the Golden Flower Federation will turn against you, affecting your position in Alibuda. That's what you're really worried about, isn't it?"

It shouldn't be like that. Although I had made that assumption before, judging from Leng Linglan's expression now, she genuinely endured the humiliation to warn me because of deep sisterly affection. However, this only made me more indignant. They're clearly sisters, why such a distant formality?

"You don't like that I'm close to Sister Yueying? Let me tell you, if you're unhappy about it, go complain to my superior. My position as Sister Yueying's bodyguard, and the missions I carry out, were personally appointed by His Majesty the King. You don't like that? Go complain to your father and have him fire me!"

His words were scathing, yet subtly laced with ulterior motives. But I believed Leng Linglan wouldn't understand. Given the current situation, she couldn't do anything substantial to me, so I simply invoked His Majesty the King to pressure her. Sure enough, after these words, the previously aggressive Leng Linglan seemed to have been doused with ice water; her face turned ashen, and without a word, she turned and left.

Women… truly strange creatures.

"Commander Farrell."

"Damn it, what's going on this time?"

The military parade hadn't even started yet, and a bunch of things had come one after another. The riots in various parts of the city and Leng Linglan's visit had made me extremely irritable. I looked up in exasperation and saw a young messenger with a panicked expression standing uneasily at the door.

"What? Speak up!"

As I asked, the floors below suddenly fell silent. The noisy voices stopped, replaced by the sounds of papers flying and cups being overturned. My first thought was that we were under attack.

"What's going on? Did the Black Dragon Society's female assassins break in?"

"No, I wanted to tell you, my dear nephew, that First Lady Yueying has come to offer her condolences." The

one who answered my question was an uncle who arrived late, bringing with him the news of Yueying's arrival. Only her appearance could have made these soldiers so amazed and stunned.

I hurried downstairs and saw Yueying, dressed in a simple dress, like a pure moon among the stars, surrounded by officers. Several armed maids stood guard at the door, carefully protecting her. Upon seeing me, they bowed awkwardly but politely.

Yueying explained that she was a woman and shouldn't be at such a momentous occasion, but she had come to express her gratitude to the Alibuda military for their hard work these past few days.

The First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation personally visiting and paying her respects greatly boosted the morale of all the officers, not to mention the inspirational effect of being able to shake hands and speak with the "Autumn Cherry Blossom Fairy" at such close range.

"Nephew, I've already invited the people and the upstairs setup is all done. The rest is up to you."

"I know, old dog. You've accomplished your mission, why don't you retire quickly? Are you just getting in the way?"

Pushing away Mao Yan'an, who was whispering and boasting in my ear, I led Yueying to the ninth floor, my temporary office, while the uncle tactfully stayed on the eighth floor, chatting with the people downstairs and keeping unauthorized personnel out.

"Sister, why are you..."

"Mr. Mao encouraged me to come. He said he was bored with nothing to do, so he encouraged me to see how you work."

"Heh, you must be very disappointed after seeing it, right?"

"Well, how should I put it... my little John, he's a very special soldier."

Yueying smiled. "Your lazy demeanor is quite out of place in this busy place, but every officer who consults you leaves without any tension. Although you don't do much, you seem to have earned their trust."

These words are not to be believed, because in this world, which family doesn't praise their own child? Letting her see it, naturally she'd be more lenient with my standards.

As we spoke, a series of loud, rousing trumpet blasts rang out, playing flowing military music, shattering the surrounding silence and announcing the official opening of the event.

I pulled Yueying along to the wall, where a large floor-to-ceiling window, a massive pane of glass that almost filled the entire west side of the room, was a result of a temporary renovation. From here, every part of the arena was laid out before us, offering a more comprehensive view than from the VIP stands in the front row.

Looking out, the stands were a sea of black, filled with people—probably over a hundred thousand. Currently, the representatives and their entourages from various nations who had come to Sara City totaled only about ten thousand people. This hundred thousand was a result of a special opening, allowing Sara's elites, gentry, nobles, and commoners to witness the ceremony together; of course, there were probably also many disguised agents from various countries among them.

The Golden Flower Federation had been preparing for this conference for a long time; it was the highlight of the entire peace talks. For a truly spectacular effect, the more spectators the better, otherwise, wouldn't the grand spectacle be wasted? It was a real hardship for us security personnel, who had to worry deeply about the safety of the diverse crowd inside.

The melodious announcement that the conference was about to begin faded away, and in the ensuing silence, His Majesty the King of our country and His Majesty the President of the Golden Flower Federation delivered polite and somewhat clichéd speeches. Immediately afterward, the sound of machinery came from the east gate of the arena, and as the heavy iron railings slowly rose, a massive, dark figure slowly entered the arena.

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