You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 276: You Talk About the City Gate, I Talk About the Hip Joint - Novel Cool

Chapter 276: You Talk About the City Gate, I Talk About the Hip Joint

Chapter 276: You Talk About the City Gate, I Talk About the Hip Joint

"Lord Bai, please take a seat." Black Hand took a swig from a bottle of nutritional fluid, then rubbed his weary head.

Ever since arriving in the new server, he had been busy non-stop. It was a new world, and there were many things that needed to be handled. Moreover, after advancing to the 5th stage, his territory had grown significantly. With the enhancement of the new world, various infrastructure projects also needed to be upgraded.

Qin Muye was a hands-off manager and didn't care about the details, so all internal affairs were handled by Black Hand. Fortunately, he had the help of many spirit creature heroes; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to handle everything.

Now, he was also responsible for diplomatic affairs, which he managed to squeeze in between his busy schedule.

"Lord Black Hand, you are truly a man of many responsibilities." Bai Lu brought Zhao Jianan and some other officials to meet Black Hand.

They had expected to be received in a grand hall, but instead, they met in a room that resembled a study, where Black Hand was still handling official business.

"I wouldn't say I'm a man of many responsibilities, but I do handle the various affairs within the territory," Black Hand said.

Hearing this, a gleam of insight flashed in Bai Lu's eyes. He understood the implication: Black Hand had effectively marginalized the entire Demon Land, and the current ruler of Demon Land might just be a puppet, while the person before him was the true decision-maker.

Bai Lu's mind raced with various strategies—dividing and weakening, courting and buying off, and more.

Black Hand, unaware of Bai Lu's thoughts, continued, "I am well aware of your intentions. The alliance is not a problem, but the specific terms need to be discussed in detail. For example, trade and system exchanges need further deliberation."

Bai Lu was somewhat surprised by Black Hand's words. He had expected it to be more complicated, but it seemed to be a done deal.

"Lord Black Hand is a man of action, but are you sure you can make this decision?" Bai Lu asked.

Black Hand thought for a moment. He realized that he couldn't decide everything. Commerce needed to be handled by Xiao Mian, and agricultural exchanges by Nong Sang. He could only set the general direction, and the specifics would need to be handled by professionals.

"The alliance is not a problem, but for other matters, you will need to speak with the corresponding spirit creatures. I have already communicated with them, and the specific details need to be further discussed," Black Hand said.

In Bai Lu's ears, Black Hand's words meant that they would need to balance the various forces themselves and pay the necessary price.

However, Black Hand's actual meaning was that he had already found the right people, who would come over in the afternoon to discuss how to achieve mutual cooperation.

Due to the differences in their systems, one was talking about the city gate, while the other was talking about the hip joint.

For Black Hand, forming an alliance and engaging in trade was very beneficial for the development of the territory. If they could conquer, they would do so; if not, they would develop commerce through trade.

The two, each talking about their own concerns, strangely reached an agreement.

After Bai Lu left, he felt a sense of relief. The matter was already 90% successful, and he hadn't expected it to be so smooth.

'It seems that although Lord Black Hand holds the power, he also faces many constraints in the Demon Land. Perhaps he wants to use our Great Yin Dynasty as a stepping stone to consolidate the Demon Land. However, humph, this time, he might end up using us to hatch his own eggs.'

Back at the arranged inn, the people who had initially refused to wear protective suits had now put them on. Without the suits, those below the third realm would likely die in this city.

"Lord Bai, is this matter now stable?" Zhao Jianan asked.

"There are still some variables, but we will discuss it this afternoon. However, it's 90% done," Bai Lu said, his mood improving.

Zhao Jianan's eyes flickered. He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, which made his previous impressions seem less favorable.

If he had been more honest, he might have been promoted upon returning. But now, that was impossible.

In Bai Lu's eyes, he was now equated with being a coward. While he would still have some credit, it wouldn't be much, and he wouldn't even be able to protect himself, let alone make a comeback.

Because Bai Lu was in such a good mood, he didn't immediately notice Zhao Jianan's change. As for the previous matters, he wouldn't worry about them now; any settling of accounts would have to wait until they returned, not while the matter was still unresolved.

This was like cutting off a major general before achieving great success, which would be a sign of mental illness.

"Then I shall congratulate Your Excellency on your victorious return. After this, you will surely become a trusted aide to His Majesty," Zhao Jianan said.

"I dare not accept such praise. There are many capable people in the cabinet; I am merely a vanguard for His Majesty," Bai Lu replied. He knew that although he was feeling proud, he had to be cautious with his words. If he said the wrong thing and faced some unforeseen disaster, it would be a significant loss.

He was wary of Zhao Jianan. Although this man had some ability, he was timid and could only be used superficially.

"Since that's the case, I'll take my leave. Your Excellency should rest and conserve your energy. In the afternoon, you will crush the enemy and demonstrate the might of our Great Yin Dynasty," Zhao Jianan said and then left.

After he left, Bai Lu snorted coldly, "In the absence of heroes, a scoundrel gains fame. With such a disposition, it's no wonder he's merely a Fifth Realm sorcerer, capable only of following orders and not expressing his own ideas."

Zhao Jianan was quite competent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to secure a Fourth Rank position with his Fifth Realm strength. Generally, to reach Fourth Rank, one needed to be at least Sixth Realm. For Third Rank, it was Seventh Realm, for Second Rank, it was Eighth Realm, and for First Rank, it was at least Ninth Realm.

Bai Lu was currently a Second Rank official. Although he had been promoted to the cabinet, his rank was still far from sufficient. Once he broke through to Ninth Realm, a First Rank position would be within reach.

However, for stability, he needed more merits. Forming an alliance was just the beginning; if he could secure more benefits, it would be even more stable.

"I just wonder what we will negotiate? The best approach would be to have this demonic land fight the three evil spirits of the Spirit Realm. Then, our Great Yin Dynasty can focus on exterminating the demon insects and subduing the mechanical demons."

Bai Lu knew that his power was built on the Great Yin Dynasty. The stronger the dynasty, the more powerful his position would be.

This world was different from others. Even if the dynasty changed, the aristocrats and literati could still submit. But in this world, if the Great Yin Dynasty fell, it would mean the extermination of their entire clan, not just a change of leadership.

After all, whether it was the foreign demon insects, mechanical demons, or evil spirits of the Spirit Realm, they all intended to destroy them. Even if they surrendered, their fate would not be favorable.

Therefore, in maintaining the interests of the dynasty, he was better than those aristocrats and literati who were indifferent to whether the ruler was legitimate or barbarian.

This sword does not care if you surrender; it only cares about killing.

However, the Great Yin Dynasty's development was nearing its limits. The increase in population and the land consolidation by the aristocrats were internal issues that were about to erupt. Dealing with these internal threats was not impossible; it could be done by shifting the conflict externally to expand the territory and ease the pressure.

Originally, there was no way out, but the appearance of this demonic land changed that. Now that the alliance was successful, perhaps the deadlock could be broken.

"This old man, he must be trying to monopolize the credit."

Zhao Jianan's expression was extremely vicious. In his originally pure divine consciousness, the three poisons of greed, anger, and delusion had appeared at some point.

Unaware of this, he continued to curse and was influenced by three tempting voices in his mind.

This made his evil intentions grow bolder, and he had thoughts that should not have been in his mind: "If I kill Bai Lu, wouldn't it be better for me to negotiate?"

"In this way, not only can I use the pretext of the envoy's death to create more conflict with this demonic land and gain more benefits, but I can also monopolize the credit."

The idea was good, but Zhao Jianan overlooked the biggest problem: the insurmountable gap in strength between the two of them.

"Ha ha ha, I will be the first person in the Great Yin Dynasty, and the world will sing of my achievements."

His expression became increasingly deranged, and the three poisons of greed, anger, and delusion quickly consumed all of his divine consciousness.

"When did I... get infected?" In his last moments, Zhao Jianan's eyes cleared, and he realized that he had been contaminated by the three evil spirits of the Spirit Realm at some point.

In the end, his last thought was of his fear on the envoy ship, when the three poisons had first taken root in his divine consciousness.

"The Spirit Realm wants to sabotage the alliance!" This was his last thought before he lost his life.

The death of an envoy was the easiest way to create turmoil in the alliance.

Bai Lu was an Eighth Realm, and his strength made him difficult to attack. As a Fifth Realm, Zhao Jianan was the perfect target.

(End of Chapter)

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