Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 318 - 159 Little Mustache: Son of the Beach_3

Chapter 318: Chapter 159 Little Mustache: Son of the Beach_3

A group of people carrying their luggage left the airport and boarded the waiting private car. The weather was in their favor, not delayed at the airport for three days.

Lucerneburg is a wealthy little nation with a suitable climate and not only known as a tiny kingdom but also called the Land of a Thousand Castles due to the numerous ancient castles within its borders.

The Capital City of Luzerne is divided in two by a grand canyon, offering spectacular views and many tourist spots worth checking in.

The military also likes to check in here, every time there’s a war, the area gets speedily occupied by enemy forces.

Weak as it is, there’s no chance of resisting, so surrendering immediately can at least ensure the safety of the people.

Speaking of which, the national flag of Lucerneburg looks very much like that of the neighbor, they all have tri-color flags; cut along the dotted line, and the middle part is white.

The private car stopped at the Capital Grand Hotel, where Wayne met his partners from the Frank’s side, who had booked an entire floor to entertain the team, even specifically preparing a presidential suite of this era.

The "partners" were actually companies invested abroad by the Lando Family, whose original purpose was to plunder resources from other countries. However, as they operated, the Franks didn’t play fair, and the company’s nature gradually strayed from its original intentions.

Austin recouped the costs and didn’t care about this, as every pawn has its use, even if disobedient, it can be motivated by interest.

For example, this time, both Frank and Prussia wanted to make money off of Lucerneburg—making money for oneself and preventing the other from doing so was like winning a deal twice.

In the current environment, capitalists must have borders, otherwise, if the other side attacks, one’s own factories cannot be kept safe.

Back to the point, Wayne met with the partners, who were very eager to unite several friendly merchants. They represented the interests of Frank, and as long as they could drive out Prussia, they didn’t even care if they didn’t make money.

Wayne listened and felt a headache coming on, especially since the list of friendly merchants included the Boswell Family.

"We’ll talk about it tomorrow; just got off the plane, my head’s still a little dizzy."

Wayne didn’t agree on the spot but parted with his partners and returned alone to the presidential suite. Before he could close the door, he saw Mona walking in with her luggage.

"What are you doing here?"

"Boss, this suite has more than one bedroom; I’m staying here too." Mona looked aggrieved, as if saying that was the arrangement, and she couldn’t help it. Surely she couldn’t sleep in the hallway.

If you weren’t always smiling, I’d believe you.

"Pick a room for yourself, don’t disturb me at night, and don’t fight with me for the bathroom."

Wayne tightened his collar, weighing his combat strength, if the other side launched a blitzkrieg, his nation was powerful enough to sustain a prolonged war.

By the time the bitter winter came, the enemy’s morale would greatly diminish, and launching a counter-offensive war, the sound of the charge could be blown all the way to the enemy capital.

But after that, it would be hard to fight.

As everyone knows, the street battles surrounding the capital have always been tough fights.

The enemy, driven to a corner with nowhere left to retreat, often bites down hard, seeking mutual destruction.

"Mona, has the Pope’s envoy made contact yet?"

Wayne quickly packed up his luggage, checked the time, and went downstairs to try the local specialties.

They say Lucerneburg’s cuisine is quite good, and it’s Frankish food!

"The signal has been released; we will meet tomorrow night." Mona followed behind Wayne, quietly conveying the details about the signal just sent.

The other side was ready; to give Angel a surprise tomorrow night.

When the two entered the restaurant, they were greeted by a peculiar team, a mix of men and women, more than twenty people of all age groups.

Wayne ignored the men opposite him; he came from Windsor and didn’t want to be misunderstood by paying attention to men.

He only noticed the beautiful leader with a black veil that covered the lower half of her face, leaving her clear, water-like eyes exposed. Even with just half her face showing, she was utterly stunning.

As the group passed by, Wayne stopped and looked back.

His view was blocked.

"Mona, what are you doing?"

"Boss, I’m hungry."

"If you’re hungry, go find something to eat; why look for me..."

Wayne rolled his eyes and jerked his chin toward the departing group: "Is it them?"

"No, they haven’t checked into this hotel."

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