Yang Ming's forehead was covered in black lines.

But the news Molly brought eased his mind slightly.

Lyu is resisting Li, and the form of resistance isn't computational confrontation; their cores are of equal rank, after all, Yang Ming's Intelligent Mechanic Dusk assessment progress has already caught up with Levi Sherman from back in the day.

What is Li's objective?

The murky waters of the Empire, Yang Ming is gradually beginning to understand.

All key points of the Empire's contradictions converge on the Sherman family and Li, one being Levi's offspring, the other Levi's companion Mechanical Thought Body.

In other words, even though Levi is deceased, he still influences the operation of the entire Empire.

From the fact that Molly can communicate with him without issue, it can be judged that all is well on Lyu's side, she should just be entangled by Li for now.

As for the two Mechanical Thought Body goddesses opening their wings in the starry sky, brandishing great swords at each other...

It's essentially just an animated display, without any real significance.

Yang Ming and Molly exchanged words for a while longer, instructing Molly to report the situation over there to him promptly, and to inform him immediately of any issues in other regions.

Molly was raised single-handedly by old Kolev as an AI, and secretly upgraded by Lyu, overall she is trustworthy.

Except for her nagging.

Inside the cabin, Yang Ming paced back and forth in his boxers, feeling a touch of anxiety arise for no apparent reason.

This is the 'Lyu Deficiency Syndrome', having relied too much on Lyu in daily life.

...

Wind, Ilando Star, deep within the palace.

"Your Majesty, you should rest."

'Termination No.1' Miss Guina softly reminded him.

Edwan's girlfriend had specially dressed up tonight, changing into burgundy lingerie and sprayed Edwan's favorite perfume, but at this moment, she was already sound asleep in the next-door lounge.

Sitting at the desk, Edwan pushed his chair back and exhaled lightly.

"There's always work that never ends."

"You can actually entrust me with handling some routine affairs," Guina said softly, "I have already installed the latest office system."

"Really? Then I'll ask for your help soon," Edwan pointed at the desk in front of him.

He asked, "How's your boss doing?"

"Haven't received any intel sync in the past half-hour," Guina said softly, "but there should be no issues on the boss's side, you needn't worry. According to the current situation of the Imperial Expeditionary Army, the war will break out in about a week."

Edwan rubbed his neck and stood up to stretch, "Actually, even if he encounters some difficulties, there's nothing I can do to help, it's always been him helping me... Sigh, Guina, do you think if I were replaced by someone else, would it affect Wind at all?"

"Your Majesty Edwan, you're too self-deprecating."

Guina said:

"With you leading the Luofeng Empire, the boss is reassured. Others would likely be tempted by power and corrupt themselves, but you can maintain self-restraint, continuously moving toward the goals you set."

"That is an extremely precious quality."

"Quality? It'd be better to exchange it for a few grams of intelligence," Edwan pointed to the lounge, "I'm off to sleep, you go recharge a bit too."

Guina laughed, "Although Guina doesn't require conventional charging, I've already caught your sense of humor."

Edwan showed an awkward yet gentle smile.

As he turned to leave, the projection device on the desk suddenly lit up, showing General Leon Dabich.

"Your Majesty!"

"What's the matter, Leon?"

Dabich pondered for a few moments; since his attempts to contact the goddess had yielded no response, he decided to convey the news to Edwan.

"Your Majesty, a task force of six Imperial Ships has appeared at the border, heading towards Ilando Star."

Dabich spoke quickly:

"About three hours from now, they'll reach Ilando Star. According to the pass information they provided, Princess Luna is on board, along with the new Deputy Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, overseeing Wind affairs. They're expected to arrive before dawn."

"At this critical moment, their visit to Wind likely means wanting us to shoulder more military expenses and ships."

"Do you still want to feign illness and not meet them?"

Edwan raised an eyebrow slightly, "Last time I claimed illness and didn't attend the meeting, will it cause problems if I feign illness again this time?"

Dabich concurred, "Their initiative to approach us indeed suggests unfriendly intentions... My suggestion is to delay them a bit, find an excuse to keep them near the border."

"Wouldn't this provoke the Empire's displeasure?"

"Your Majesty, the Empire is currently overwhelmed," Dabich said, "We've already paid the full military expenses and deployed the elite fleet to assist in the frontline battlefield, they have no valid justification to demand more from us."

Edwan pondered for a moment.

"Let's delay for now, see if their attitude is determined enough," he said in a low voice, "We've become the fat meat among vassal states, and now they're thinking about how to carve a few pieces off us."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Dabich closed the communication.

Edwan rubbed his temples, couldn't help but yawn, but then sat back behind his desk, took out a stimulant pill, and swallowed it.

Guina softly said, "You should rest."

"There's an urgent situation again."

Edwan smiled and began to search his intelligence server, looking for the latest Foreign Affairs Bureau official appointments and the background information on these officials.

"Is Luna here at this time really for money and ships?"

Edwan murmured with a frown.

Guina said on the side, "Their intentions are unclear, but by coming to Wind proactively, they put direct and significant pressure on Wind. We can comprehensively assess based on their subsequent attitudes and demands."

"Just like Ming often says, 'If soldiers come, use generals to block; if water comes, use soil to cover; let's just counter every move they make.'

Edwan lowered his head to continue working, but suddenly looked at Guina, staring blankly for a few seconds.

"Your Majesty?"

"Guina, I remember you mentioned two technologies last time?"

"The brain transplantation anti-peeping chip technology?"

"Yes, that one, is it troublesome?"

"It can be completed in fifteen minutes."

"Give me one," Edwan chuckled, "If Luna comes, I can't avoid seeing her; I'm afraid she might suddenly scan my brain or something."

Guina said softly, "Yes, I will arrange it for you right away, the preparation time needs to be a bit longer, I need to bring the equipment from the synchronized orbit."

"Troublesome."

"It's my duty. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Edwan smiled and shook his head, continuing to work at his desk.

...

[Has Lyu not ended the confrontation?]

[Yes, they are fighting fiercely, it's already a full-scale logical confrontation, this is the will confrontation of the Mechanical Thought Bodies!]

[Are there issues in other regions?]

[Let me check... uh, at the Wind border, a formation from the Sherman Empire appeared, a formation of six ships, a General identified as Dabich ordered them to be intercepted for entry inspection, seemingly to delay time.]

Formation?

Yang Ming immediately sat up in bed.

[Who's on board?]

[Imperial Princess Luna, a deputy director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, and other officials from the Foreign Affairs Bureau, the Finance Department, and a few generals from the Military Department. I saw from Dabich's feedback that they are apparently here to raid Wind.]

Raid Wind?

Yang Ming rubbed his temples. If it's to raid Wind, is it necessary to make such a big move?

What are they up to?

[Molly, find a Thought Body named Guina, send her a message.]

[Found her, what should I send?]

Yang Ming typed a line of text: [Inject Edwan with a sedative, make him sleep continuously on the bed.]

But after thinking about it, he felt it was a bit... too harsh on Edwan.

The Luofeng Empire was originally Edwan's, essentially, he took away the military power and then controlled the royal family...

Yang Ming deleted the text and sent instructions to Molly.

[If Edwan agrees, inject him with a sedative, make him act comatose directly.]

[Okay, boss.]

The light on the wristwatch gradually dimmed.

Yang Ming sat on the bedside, his expression fluctuating.

He turned his head to look out the porthole, seeing countless ship hulls and the massive body of the Dreadnought.

If there is any disadvantage in this war for Yang Ming and his forces, this sole 'disadvantage' is unfolding now.

Yang Ming is currently worried that the Foreign Affairs Bureau will take the opportunity to target Edwan.

And now, he is trapped within the Imperial Expeditionary Army... even if he is in Wind, unless he directly exposes crucial information, he wouldn't be able to interfere in the meeting between the Foreign Affairs Bureau and Edwan directly.

Unease.

This emotion rarely appears, yet it lingers around Yang Ming, refusing to dissipate.

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