Monarch Night
Chapter 255 - 26: Agreement

Chapter 255: Chapter 26: Agreement

"Could it be that these people might return alive?"

Xue Fuxiao tapped the intelligence report confidently, saying, "I only need to dispatch a few experts to completely sweep them away."

"..."

Dongfang Sansan sighed, "That’s why you’re not Yan Nan, and neither am I."

Xue Fuxiao: "What do you mean? Did you just say Yan Nan made this decision? But the intelligence report says it was Bai Jing and Xiang Beidou who made this decision."

"Those two can’t make this kind of decision."

Dongfang Sansan snorted, saying, "Don’t ask me why I said that. If you ask, it’s all in your head!"

"..."

Xue Fuxiao swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Dongfang Sansan felt everything was going as planned, feeling quite relaxed.

Moreover, at his level, there were few people who could let him show off, so he inevitably felt lonely.

Since Xue Fuxiao was here, he thought of developing Little Xue’s intelligence a bit.

With a smile, he said:

"Yan Nan has a few intentions. Firstly, the things these families are doing irritate him, so he sends a batch to their deaths when annoyed. That’s the first, most obvious layer. Secondly, it’s indeed possible for someone to stand out, allowing for further selection. Thirdly, it’s like sifting through gold from sand, picking out the talents in those families who have long been oppressed by the direct descendants."

"And fourthly, he’s certain I won’t easily kill these people all at once. That’s why he does this."

Xue Fuxiao: "..."

I won’t ask.

No matter what you say, I won’t ask.

Even if I don’t ask, you’ll still explain everything to me.

If I open my mouth, you’ll just give me a ’use your head’ right on the nose?

I can’t handle that.

Xue Fuxiao donned a look that said ’you’re absolutely right, I think the same,’ pacing like a wise scholar with his hands behind his back, occasionally nodding.

Indicating he understood everything.

"This is a great opportunity, just the right time for us to also sift through those within. To counter Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s plan."

"Let the new generation face these people, slowly allowing them to grow. Otherwise, they won’t be able to deal with those demons from the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan! Even if they are at the same level, they won’t be able to match them."

"So this batch of test stones is extremely important. If we follow your idea and kill them all, wouldn’t that be a waste of resources?"

Dongfang Sansan said, "These people are not very important to Wei Wo Zheng Sect, but for us, each one is a treasure for refining the next generation and honing the newcomers!"

Xue Fuxiao finally couldn’t hold back, saying, "But this will also increase unnecessary casualties!"

Dongfang Sansan said calmly, "I remember that day, when Fang Che scared your Xue family’s Xue Wanshi in Tiandu, he said something. He said: Flowers in a greenhouse can’t stand the wind and rain."

Xue Fuxiao’s face instantly turned as black as coal.

So black it was unsightly!

Besides Dongfang Sansan, there was no second person who dared to bring this up in front of him again and again!

But the fact was... even if it was only Dongfang Sansan, every time it was brought up, it made Xue Fuxiao feel worse than being ridiculed by the world!

Xue Fuxiao said with a dark face, "Your damn way with words is really something."

Dongfang Sansan said, "I mean, let me give you an analogy. The new generation of the continent must also face wind and rain to grow. Let them fight the Demon Sect while we stand by, although that seems too cruel. But one day, the responsibility of the continent will have to be passed onto them, right? Just protecting them, can they really grow?"

Xue Fuxiao’s face cleared a bit, saying, "What you say makes sense."

Dongfang Sansan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye seeing his face had improved, recalling this chap seemed to have cursed at me just now, quietly rolling his eyes and continuing, "We can’t protect them until they’re old, and then when they finally go onto the battlefield to fight the enemy, one shout from the opponent, and they soil their pants like your Xue family’s Xue Wanshi... that wouldn’t do."

Dongfang Sansan sighed sideways, "Just like that, if there are a few brainless high-level officials like you... oh, I really dare not imagine the scene."

Boom!

Xue Fuxiao dashed out the door.

Instantly disappeared without a trace.

Inhumane!

Utterly inhumane!

Lord Xue decided not to return to this room for at least ten days!

So damn infuriating!

Dongfang Sansan laughed heartily, his laughter echoing far and wide.

Everyone at the headquarters felt invigorated.

How many years has it been since they heard the Ninth Lord’s laughter.

When the Ninth Lord laughs, the world is at peace!

...

Steward Fang took his duty.

And on this day.

The entire Guardian Hall was having a meeting.

Song Yidao was reading the severe situation aloud from atop: "... Tens of thousands of Demon Sect disciples have already infiltrated the Southeast, preparing to sabotage our excellent situation, even attempting to establish a sub branch here, setting down roots..."

"... We must strike them head-on, never allowing the Demon Sect to succeed! Our hard-won pure land of Baiyun State, no matter what, we must..."

Song Yidao spoke passionately from the stage.

And below.

All the deacons in the Steward Hall were watching the back of Steward Fang, who was sitting with his eyes closed.

Each of them felt.

This damn guy is a harbinger of doom, right?

This mouth, is indeed too poisonous.

The previous day he just mentioned how the Demon Sect and various sects were going to come establish sub branches... huh, they really came!

Such a grand scale!

Countless people were lamenting inwardly.

This sort of event, it happens once every few years, but whenever it happens, it’s basically disastrous.

Some people get promoted because of it, some break through levels, some lose their lives, and some get crippled.

It’s like an unsolvable cycle.

This time, it has finally cycled back again.

And people like us, are just in time...

Those above the Marshal level have some confidence of getting out unscathed, but those below the Marshal level... are basically cannon fodder in this kind of battle.

However, reality allows no one to retreat.

Because, the over billions of lives in Baiyun State rest upon our shoulders.

Song Yidao’s voice carried a bit of heaviness from the platform.

"... Dismiss early today. Everyone return home and prepare well. Regardless of your cultivation, if you have anything to explain to your family, go ahead and explain early."

"Things likely won’t be peaceful from now on. Once out this door, walking in alive or being carried dead... are both possible."

"Brotherhood, the millions of lights of the Wan family rest on our shoulders. Our lives rest in our own hands."

"From today, prepare for life and death combat!"

Song Yidao bowed deeply from the platform: "I wish everyone health and safety!"

Suddenly.

Chen Ru Hai raised his arm, shouting loudly: "Victory is certain!"

Immediately, the entire hall resounded with mountains roaring and seas howling: "Victory is certain! Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tragic and fervent.

Even someone like Tang Zheng was flushed with excitement, shouting loudly.

...

Fang Che walked out with an indifferent face, following the crowd.

It seemed that the previous fervent emotions hadn’t stirred much in his heart.

Everyone else was walking hurriedly, with somber expressions.

When they reached a lotus pond between the halls, the cold wind stirred, desolate branches and withered leaves, the water surface froze over.

Faintly, a few red fish could be seen swimming beneath the ice.

"Steward Fang!"

A crisp voice came through.

Fang Che turned his head.

He saw a graceful young woman with an oval face walking towards him, her beautiful eyes flashing with a glimmer of a smile.

It was none other than a female steward from the same hall, Zhao Ying’er.

A good appearance, with a nice figure.

In the Steward Hall, she was considered a flower with numerous admirers.

"Steward Zhao."

Fang Che stopped by the lotus pond, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"A big battle is about to begin. Steward Fang, please take care of your health and stay safe," Zhao Ying’er said.

"Thank you. You too."

Zhao Ying’er was silent for a long time, saying, "During the last battle like this, I was a Sixth Grade General. I was fortunate to live to this day; the perils involved are truly indescribable. This time, I might not have such good luck."

She smiled and handed over a small, pink envelope.

Her face flushed, yet she gracefully said, "Steward Fang, this is a letter. Please keep it."

Fang Che said, "This... what is this for?"

Zhao Ying’er seemed a bit nervous, her petite toe drawing circles on the ground, but she bravely said, "Steward Fang, let’s make a pact."

"What kind of pact?"

"Don’t read this letter now. If we both survive the war, please return the letter to me. The words inside, I will say to you personally."

Zhao Ying’er smiled, "If I die, open it and have a look, okay?"

Her pure face was full of shyness, yet she courageously looked into Fang Che’s eyes.

Waiting for his answer.

Fang Che was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright."

He placed the still warm and fragrant letter into his bosom.

Around them, it seemed someone was whistling.

Some were laughing heartily.

Some were making a ruckus, shouting ’Awoo Awoo Awoo~~~’.

Zhao Ying’er’s face blushed even more, finally turning around and running into the crowd.

"Thank you!"

Her voice came from the crowd.

Soon, that flowing black hair disappeared among the people.

Fang Che gently exhaled a breath.

Expressionless, he called, "Tang Zheng!"

"Here!"

"Let’s go patrol the streets!"

"Huh? Steward Fang, you’re not going home... to take care of things?"

Tang Zheng was dumbfounded.

Everyone was busy writing their wills, making arrangements just in case.

This Steward Fang still wanted to patrol the streets?

Was he out of his mind?

Fang Che was also silent for a moment, then said, "I forgot, you should go home tonight. I’ll patrol the streets myself."

Tang Zheng was stunned.

He’s not forcing me to patrol the streets with him?

Fang Che’s straight back, coldly walked out of the Guardian Hall.

Vanished into the afternoon sun.

The weather remained bitterly cold.

...

Fang Che finished patrolling the streets.

He bought a few jars of wine and went to Baiyun Martial Academy to see Old Man Shen.

He had already found a way to help Old Man Shen recover.

Feeling particularly relaxed.

"Yo, Lord Fang is here." Old Man Shen looked at Fang Che’s steward’s clothes, curling his lips.

"You always tease me."

Fang Che laughed heartily, "Having nothing to do, I’m here to drink with you."

Old Man Shen snorted, saying, "A big action is coming, are you afraid you can’t keep your life and specially came to drink with me? In case of anything, this counts as farewell?"

"Huh? How could you think that?"

Fang Che looked surprised.

Heaven bless, he really didn’t think so. Couldn’t help but admire Old Man Shen’s magical train of thought.

Truly worthy of the surname Shen.