The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1020: Volume 33: What Will Be, Will Be - 8: Holding Back

Chapter 1020: Volume 33: What Will Be, Will Be - 8: Holding Back

Komer fell silent, he certainly could ignore the Godeborg Knight Group, as he already had control of both the Homer Knight Order and the Wave Knight Corps. Moreover, the Cartin Knights were continuously casting flirtatious glances at him to gain the qualifications to be incorporated. A single Godeborg Knight Group could not stir up any waves, and with just a little manipulation, he could make them bow their heads and obey his dispatch.

The problem lay in the forces behind them. The Godeborg gentry had always been firm supporters of the Romanov Dynasty, and even after Hoffman had exited the historical stage, many still held a lingering fondness until Katya’s political performance dimly concluded, causing these people to finally lower their eyes in disappointment. That is to say, these people never truly supported him wholeheartedly but had reluctantly allied themselves with him out of necessity.

Komer did not mind this, knowing it required a process. However, if some individuals attempted to turn back the clocks of history or even sought to replicate the regional central separatism of the former Romanov era, that was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

"What exactly do those fellows want to do? Do they still think they can act as before?"

"Sir, not necessarily. After all, they finally aligned themselves with you. Perhaps they need some formal gestures to pacify their hearts, which have not yet fully settled down. I think their thoughts may not be entirely unreasonable, but they have chosen the wrong methods."

"Hmph, so I think I need to show them some colors."

"Sir, mixing grace and authority is the best way to solve the problems."

Komer nodded silently. Maha Gummi was very perceptive, having profoundly grasped the nuances of his tactics, and his suggestions always matched Komer’s tastes.

Vladimir Koff sighed deeply. He wondered how much longer he could endure such tedious days; he was really starting to regret this trip.

The cold and arrogant Elves suited Vladimir Koff’s taste not at all. He had clearly come to aid them, even having Finitz mediate, but these beings still exhibited such an attitude, treating him and his party as if they were on par with the Assyrian People, which greatly incensed Vladimir Koff.

Even he was discontent, so it was easy to imagine how the others might feel. The Magicians and members of the knight order had already suggested whether it might be possible to leave this cursed place, since the primary objective had already been met. The alliance between the Assyrian People and the Dark Elves had been thoroughly disrupted, and at least the Dark Elves had shown disdain for the strength displayed by the Assyrian People. That the Assyrians, previously seen as overwhelmingly powerful, had failed to mount a proper counterattack forced them to reconsider the wisdom of their alliance with the Assyrian People.

Vladimir Koff had hoped that the Dark Elves would adopt this view, slowly undermining the image the Assyrian People had painstakingly built up. Without the guidance of the Dark Elves, the Assyrian People would be like a blind person riding a blind horse in the Mist Flower Hills, hardly a threat. Likewise, the Dark Elves would be ineffective without the support of the Assyrian People.

Vladimir Koff hoped this situation would continue, although he knew it wasn’t very realistic; the Assyrian People had yet to respond, but Vladimir Koff understood that as long as they didn’t abandon their plans for eastern expansion, they would have to salvage their image, forcing his Black Flame Knight Group and the Magicians to remain and continuously bolster their strength here.

Instructions from the Lord had already arrived, and the contents were far beyond Vladimir Koff’s expectations.

Initially, when leaving, the Lord had only hoped that his Black Flame Knight Group could crush the alliance between the Assyrian People and the Dark Elves, alleviating the pressure on the Forest Elves and preventing the Dark Elves from dominating the Elf Clan, thereby avoiding the Mist Flower Hills becoming a land route for the Assyrian People to infiltrate the Southern Mediterranean.

But now the Lord hoped that the mission of the Black Flame Knight Group and the Magicians here would continue and even become more complex. Vladimir Koff did not know why the Lord would hope his party could linger longer in the Mist Flower Hills and even establish a temporary base there. Perhaps the Lord’s appetite was indeed too great.

Personally, Vladimir Koff had no particular aversion to this task, but the dull atmosphere in the Mist Flower Hills made him extremely uncomfortable, and it was frustrating for the Black Flame Knight Group and the Magicians, spending time with Elves with whom they had almost nothing in common, feeling as if they were living in a primordial forest, utterly solitary.

Fortunately, the Lord was quite empathetic. Hayreddin and his team had already established a rudimentary small dock at the edge of the coastal side of the Mist Flower Hills, where ordinary ships could barely dock. Resources continuously flowed in from Xifnos Island and other cities in the Southern Mediterranean, with the expansion speed even surpassing that of the colonial developments on the Continent.

No matter how desolate this rabbit hole was, as soon as people settled, it immediately attracted more people, especially in a place long occupied by the Elf Clan. Once Mortals had established a foothold here, and with an unending stream of merchant ships arriving to unload goods, it inevitably attracted the attention of Traders with ears pricked up for opportunities.

However, this was not particularly good news for Vladimir Koff, as it meant he might have to stay here even longer.

"Mr. Vladimir Koff, you seem to be in a rather bad mood?"

The voice from behind made Vladimir Koff shrug his shoulders and turn around, although he wasn’t particularly fond of socializing, this fellow was an exception.

"Mr. Drake, do you like staying in this godforsaken place?"

"No, no, it’s too desolate and remote here. I don’t like this place, though the taste of elf women is quite unique. I’ve heard they are as wild as little wildcats, quite tantalizing for men." With his thick auburn beard dense and curly, Drake opened his shirt, grinned widely, and passed over a bag of liquor, "Want a sip?"

"Oh, thank you, I don’t like strong liquor." Vladimir Koff shook his head, "I don’t know what elf women taste like; if you’re curious, you could try for yourself."

"Hehe, I think it must be quite the flavor, otherwise how could the Lord have been enamored by that Forest Elf, knowing well that Lord is surrounded by beauties." Drake’s eyes were full of envy, "A woman like Princess Renta is a true beauty. Look at that bosom, that behind, hey, quite the treat. If I could spend a couple of nights with such a woman and lose a couple of years of life for it, it would be worth it."

Vladimir Koff barely held back a chuckle, but his usual cold demeanor masked his odd expression, "Drake, watch your mouth. The Lord would not be pleased to hear you talking about his woman like that. If it’s women you want, there are plenty in Syracuse, Godeburg, and Gutenberg. Whatever you want, they have."

"Hehe, but none have the status of Princess Renta."

"So, you fancy women for their status and not for themselves? That might be a bit tricky."

"Not really, but the unparalleled grace of Princess Renta is one in a thousand." Drake flushed and took a big gulp of his drink to cover his embarrassment.

"Hehe, each woman beside the Lord has her unique flavor, otherwise why would the Lord fancy them?" Vladimir Koff smiled lightly, "Haven’t you heard about the ambiguous relationship between the Lord and that Queen of the Mediterranean? The one they call the Red-haired Witch?"

"Ah? Really?" Drake suddenly became interested, "Vladimir Koff, tell me, what exactly is going on? That Red-haired Witch is the undisputed Queen of the Mediterranean, even Hayreddin wouldn’t dare face her directly. If the Lord could get her into his bed, I, Drake, would be truly impressed."

"I don’t know the specifics, you’d have to ask the Lord himself, but last time when the Lord was forced to flee to the Southern Mediterranean by the Religious Court, there seemed to be some unclear involvement with that Red-haired Empress. How else do you think you could have established a foothold on Xifnos Island, and why would the Carter Fleet have helped you fend off the attacks from Demisheme and his cronies?" Vladimir Koff felt that he too had grown a bit noisy from spending too much time in this secluded place.

"Hehe, who dare ask such a thing? Probably only the Boss and the Lord when they are quite drunk," Drake shrugged, "Better left unasked, at least for now the Carter Fleet and we are on fairly good terms."

"By the way, with your Boss tirelessly shipping supplies here, are you really planning to turn this forsaken place into a base?" Vladimir Koff asked, rolling his eyes.

"Hmm, hard to say, that’s the Boss’s arrangement, likely under the Lord’s orders too. As for what the Lord is really planning, probably even our Boss isn’t clear on that. But now it seems, aside from our people, some outsiders have also started to come, which is a good sign, at least adding a bit of life here," Drake shook his head.

"Humph, the Lord really has the mood, doesn’t let even such remote places go. Are elf women’s flavors really that good?" Vladimir Koff also grew disheartened, "It’s rough on us, those damned Assyrians haven’t shown any reaction till now, forcing us to wait miserably in this place."

"Hehe, Vladimir Koff, I’m afraid this time won’t last much longer; the Assyrians are probably going to make a move soon."

"Oh, do you have any news?" Vladimir Koff became alert.

"Hmm, some traders and ship owners have sent messages from the west, the Assyrians are furious, they won’t give up just like that, and I expect they are about to take action soon."

"Oh, that’s just perfect. I’ve been looking forward to it; always staying here idly, I’m nearly rusting through. I’ve been longing for it for a long time, I hope they don’t disappoint us too much." Vladimir Koff stretched himself and his face showed hopeful expression. (To be continued, to find out what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, more Chapters, support the author, support legal reading!)