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Chapter 120. This Chapter Number Can Call an Ambulance

After some haggling, the four Mushmen finally signed a contract with Char that would last for ten years.

As the second party, they had to provide a series of technical services for Char. As the first party, Char had to provide them with detailed information about the mechanical civilization.

Char was confident about the details of the contract. After all, he had done this more than once or twice, and few people in the world were more familiar with signing contracts than him. Moreover, he knew the price in the hearts of the Mushmen and the little tricks in the contract. With a few words, they did not dare to have any crooked ideas, and the matter was quickly settled.

Then, he took out the MCV, and they sat in the living room.

He looked at the guests.

It was said that elves were best at waiting. After all, their lives were exceptionally long, and it was normal for them to wait until humans and half-elves died. Therefore, they were not impatient.

Char knocked on the table.

"Give me a simple explanation, Sir Orlando. How deep is your understanding of the slave breeding base?"

"I found it was related to several nobles, but they were all killed."

He glanced at Char.

"The murderer came and went without a trace, and the security department's director was humiliated by two oranges today."

"I did that... but I did it to protect you."

"Protect?"

"That's right. You're too reckless. I'm afraid you'll be gone if you continue to investigate. You can't imagine what kind of opponent you're facing," Char said helplessly. "It's a Governor level."

"What?"

Orlando stood up in shock.

It was like a police chief from a county directly under the province investigating a case to the state council. One could imagine the shock he would feel.

At this point, it must be mentioned that the elven regime was divided into three layers.

At the top was the Elven Queen, who had inherited the throne. She was born in the Sunfire Royal Court and held administrative power.

The Queen was supervised by five governors. One was from the Sunfire Royal Court, and the other four were from prominent families. They had jurisdiction.

Under the governor was the parliament that controlled the law-making, formed by the Council of Elders and the senate. Other than legislation, they also exercised part of their supervisory, administrative, and suggestion powers.

The political structure had been around for a long time, and the relationships within were complicated. The three forces were mixed in and could no longer be distinguished.

Therefore, the slave breeding base could not be owned by one person but by everyone.

That was why Orlando was so shocked that he stood up.

It was hard for him to imagine that things would turn out this way.

"In other words, the Queen is also..."

"That might not be the case." Char waved his hand. "She might have known about this, but she didn't participate. She can't do anything about it. After all, the tumor is growing on her body, and if she wants to remove it, she'll have to skin and flesh it. She can't bear to fall out with them, especially with the shadow of the United Holy Empire behind it."

"So, do you know what monster you're facing?" He asked after a pause.

Orlando didn't say anything.

No matter how proud and confident the elven officer was, he was still a little out of it.

He looked at his uncle...

However, his uncle only had money in his eyes.

He then looked at Saxson.

The strange thing was, Saxson wasn't surprised at all!

"Duke Saxson, did you already know?"

The Duke took a sip of tea and smiled. "I only just found out about it."

"Then why are you..."

"It's simple." The Duke looked at Char. "Since he said so, he must be thinking of something. But I do remember something my teacher taught me."

"What?"

"Elfheim has many hunters with excellent shooting skills. Everyone is good at archery, but their abilities are different. That was why he divided hunters into three levels. He said 'small hunt for prey, medium hunt for hunters, and big hunt for the country.'"

Then, he looked at Char.

"I wonder what we're going to hunt this time?"

Char raised his glass with a smile and touched Saxson's glass. They had a tacit understanding.

Orlando's heart trembled, and he suddenly thought of the turbulent days in Elfheim over the past two months.

With the outbreak of demons and the arrival of the United Holy Empire's army, public opinion in Greenland was in an uproar.

A soldier like him had been promoted three ranks in a row, while his uncle had risen from an insignificant supervisor living on the city's edge to the person in charge of the forest capital's headquarters.

All of this was related to the half-elf in front of him.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to when he was in the swamp of corpses. Every time he looked at Char, he felt a sense of uneasiness and fear, as if he was a dangerous person.

Now, he began to understand.

...

At night, Char and Evelyn strolled along the brightly-lit streets of Pelican Town.

Felix had brought the four Mushmen back to the research room of the Morgenlight Chamber of Commerce as technical consultants so that they wouldn't have to third wheel.

Although the elves were arrogant toward humans, they still had a trace of respect for the rich and talented Mushmen.

"What are you trying to do?" Evelyn could not help but ask.

"Didn't Saxson say? Prey, hunters, country..."

"So, which category do you belong to?"

"Only kids do multiple choice questions. Of course, I'll take them all!"

Char held her hand and chuckled, "You see, the 'people' are in my hands, the 'country' is in front of me, and as for the 'things', they are everywhere. It's as convenient as picking up stones from the ground."

The Dark Elf ignored his slyness and shook her head.

"You're not that kind of person."

"What?"

"The human books say that those who achieve great things are cold-blooded bastards. You may be a bastard, but you're not cold-blooded. On the contrary, your blood is too hot. Hot and restless."

She raised her head, her eyes alert. "Tell me, did you take a fancy to the Elven Queen?!"

Eh?

Her train of thought was so strange!

"I won't."

Char lifted her hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"One queen is enough. If there are more, they'll start fighting."

"Tsk..."

The dark elf rolled her eyes at him, but she was secretly pleased.

The two walked to the end of the street and stopped by the shore.

There were many rivers in Elfheim, thus the shipbuilding industry was naturally developed. However, most elven boats were sightseeing boats that could not go into the sea. In Francis Drake's words, they were "toy boats that would break at the first touch." Even in such a calm place, they could sneak in by swimming without a boat.

Char squatted down and turned around to see no guards watching them. He immediately threw a fireball into the water.

"Bang!"

The fireball exploded into a splash of water, and white gas surrounded it.

But he didn't stop. He repeated this several times, with only a slight change in the interval.

After a while, ripples could be heard, and a figure approached from the distance.