Chapter 2499 Past Events

As I spoke, I remembered the scene of dealing with the last disaster.

Monsters covered in carrion, gray or purple spiders, and the three Titans that seemed to be stitched together from corpses.

None of them are weak in strength, especially Titan, which is a blockbuster-level existence. Even though I am agile, I was almost defeated on the spot.

I didn't witness the final battle with my own eyes, but it is said that the disaster was eliminated at the cost of losing a considerable number of adventurers.

"In a war based on numbers, the winner will always suffer a tragic victory."

Facing the Goblin King's gaze, I said seriously: "But even if it is a tragic victory, it is still a victory, and the losing side will often be wiped out."

"The apostles are not here to compete with us for territory, they just want to return to their homeland. Even if they have the intention to divide the land into a stalemate and occupy the land as a country, our planet has countless unplanned desert islands. As long as they are not very Greedy, even if all the apostles come, it will still be enough.”

"Those who want to stay, some of them have territory for them, and those who want to go back can't threaten us. In fact, after all, the apostles and we don't have much intersection. Why should two parties who have no intersection in the first place fight to the death?"

After hearing this, the Goblin King nodded slightly and said, "This is reasonable. As long as there is no direct conflict of interests, I very much agree with your point of view."

"So, uncle, are you ready to negotiate with the apostle?"

"Aren't you going to negotiate?" the Goblin King asked.

"But my identity doesn't match."

"For things like identity, just click on any one." He said, patting me on the shoulder: "I declare that from now on, you are authorized to represent Vechburg with full authority to negotiate an alliance with the apostles."

"This is too sudden!" I said in surprise: "And uncle, I am an elder from outside Moonlight City. If you suddenly authorize me to fully represent Fort Vicky, will there be any conflicts?"

"What's the conflict?" The Goblin King picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "The target of this negotiation is not the other four countries, and there is no dispute of interest. Moreover, there seems to be some tacit understanding between you and the apostle. I believe that entrusting you with the task of negotiation is the most correct choice."

"Why don't you tell your adoptive father and father-in-law about this first? Maybe they will have other candidates?"

I asked tentatively.

"No need." The Goblin King waved his hand and said, "Brother will definitely not deny my decision. As for your father-in-law, humph, I am afraid that the fat man is just like my brother. He hopes that you can make more achievements."

With these words of the Goblin King, my heart finally fell to the ground.

In fact, it doesn't matter to me whether I was assigned to negotiate with the apostles. What I worry about is whether the Goblin King's arbitrary actions will affect the relationship between the three of them.

After all, the three of them represent the highest authority in Fort Vicky. If there is a rift between them, it will directly affect the long-term stability of Fort Vicky.

I stayed in Fort Vicky for three full days. On the fourth day, I boarded the magic airship and sailed back to Moonlight City.

Traveling with me is Master Dewey.

The purpose of Master Dewey's trip is very clear, to discuss with the Fairy Queen about forming an alliance with the apostle.

After all, Moonlight City and Fort Witch are allies, and the Fairy Queen and Master Dewey are still related by marriage—even though they are one generation apart.

On the way, I asked Master Dewey: "Do you still hate the apostles?"

Master Dewey shook his head.

"Don't you hate it?" I asked puzzledly: "Why? He killed so many of your loyal subordinates."

"In the face of national interests, any hatred can be forgiven."

I frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, foster father, I don't agree with what you said. I think there needs to be a bottom line as a human being. Once this line is crossed, I will complete my revenge even if I try my best."

"What you say makes sense, kid," Master Dewey said. "From a personal perspective, as long as you cross the bottom line, you will be branded with an unforgivable mark, but I am referring to the country."

As he spoke, he sighed and said: "Many times, for the benefit of the country, I have to do things that go against the bottom line of my conscience, because I know that although this is the bottom line of my conscience, it is far from crossing the bottom line of the country. .”

"Are you in pain?"

"Painful. But so what?" Master Dewey smiled bitterly: "Now that I have reached this position, there is no longer a way out, and that is why."

He raised his head and looked at me: "I hope that you will only take over my business empire in the future, not the government affairs of Witchburg. Although business seems troublesome, as long as you can make money, you are successful. But politics is different. Many times, for To win a big victory, you have to deliberately fight a few defeats, and in order to consolidate your position and gain support, when necessary, you even need to sacrifice your most loyal subordinates.”

Master Dewey smiled bitterly and said: "Compared with business, politics is much more cruel."

Holding a crystal glass, sipping grape juice, and recalling Master Dewey’s words, I had a vague feeling that Master Dewey’s words were actually not spoken to me, but to himself.

Perhaps once upon a time, in order to consolidate his position, he had to sacrifice his most loyal subordinates, but in the following years, ten years, and even decades, he continued to regret his actions in every possible way.

The entire journey was silent.

The airship arrived at Chandni City in the evening.

I invited Master Dewey to rest at my house, but Master Dewey refused my invitation on the excuse that it was late.

Standing at the exit of the airship, I thought about it again and again, and felt that it was not appropriate to leave Master Dewey alone on the airship at this time. Although there were still many staff on the airship, after all, they only had a superior-subordinate relationship with my adoptive father and had no relationship with him. Family affection, and Master Dewey will definitely not tell them what is in his heart.

Keeping words in your heart will make you sick.

So with a sigh, I returned to the room.

Master Dewey was very surprised to see me coming back, but at the same time he was very happy, but his expression was not that exaggerated, only a faint smile.

I took out several bottles of different types of wine from the refrigerator, mixed them into cocktails with a mixer, poured a glass for Master Dewey, and poured another glass for myself. I raised the glass and said, "Father, we are both drunk today. Just rest."

"Okay, just get drunk and then you'll be done!"

Master Dewey picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The complex taste made his whole face wrinkle up, but the more shocking aftertaste made him want to stop.

So he drank one cup, two cups, three cups, and more than ten cups in a row. Master Dewey was just satisfied, but he was also drunk at the same time.

As he picked up the cup, he talked about the past with drunken eyes.

Those past events that he couldn't bear to look back on, and every time he thought of them, it would break his heart.