Chapter 502: Delivered to the Doorstep
Chapter 502: Delivered to the Doorstep
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, as the warm, yellow winter sun rose over the metallic and rocky skyline, its rays shone upon the long streets filled with gears and copper pipes. Prince Lyon and the female journalist had already left the accommodation provided by the Corlock Kingdom and boarded an odd-looking tram.
Due to the complex layout of the various sectors and their frequent changes in position, the Corlock Kingdom had banned almost all private transportation nearly a hundred years ago and replaced them with an extensive tram network.
Moreover, with the Corlock Kingdom's dual-level city structure, except for a few specially designated roads like the open airport, small levitating vehicles were also completely banned. Therefore, even visiting foreign delegations could not enjoy the privilege of "private transportation" and had to rely on public transportation.
However, compared to ordinary citizens, Prince Lyon, as an ambassador, did receive some special treatment—for example, he could eat breakfast on the tram.
...
"Isn't this... what you ate every day when you were in the Corlock Kingdom?"
Lyon stirred the bowl of purplish meat paste with a fork and then pressed down on the dish of yellowish-green vegetable mash with a spoon, squeezing out a pool of greenish juice. He put down his utensils, turned to the female journalist beside him, and asked with a strained expression:
"Never mind how it tastes, but I want to know one thing right now. Is there any part of this cold, mushy mess that needs to be speared with a fork?"
"Well... it may not look very appealing, but it's actually very healthy for the body."
Upon hearing Lyon's exasperated remark, the female journalist, a native of the Corlock Kingdom, couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She sighed and said:
"I'm not entirely sure about the details, but a long time ago, the Science Bureau of the Corlock Kingdom used the computing power of Atifi 01 to find the most optimal food combination for human health.
After completely banning the original food and enforcing this new diet for ten years, the Corlock Kingdom's annual medical expenditure was directly reduced to 15% of its original amount, and it is even said that the average life expectancy increased by six to ten years."
But if the price of living longer is eating this cold mush for sixty years, I'd rather live a little less...
Lyon reluctantly scooped up a spoonful of the vegetable mash, which had no spices, and stiffly brought it to his mouth. As he chewed on the half-chewed grass-like substance, he felt like a goat regurgitating its food. His facial expression contorted involuntarily.
To be honest, he had never understood the Aquarius Director like this before. Anyone who had eaten this half-fermented wet garbage for over a hundred years would have to be psychologically twisted!
Oh well, it's only for a few days.
Suppressing his disgust, Lyon swallowed the life-sustaining meal and continued to eat the various mushy dishes indifferently while using his finger to touch the horn of the black goat. Through soul communication, he asked:
'Let's not talk about the food for now... Nicole, are you ready for the mission?'
'I'm ready.'
After hearing Lyon's question, the female journalist glanced at the receptionists who were following them in the carriage and nodded slightly.
'I'm familiar with the Gemini Bureau staff. If there's anyone protecting Prince Andre, no matter who they are, I'm confident I can subdue them immediately.'
'That's good to hear.'
Lyon nodded in response and then reached into his pocket, tapping a small flower inside.
'What about the two seniors? Are you ready?'
'No problem.'
'We're ready too.'
The two second-class cleaners hiding in the flower buds also responded affirmatively after receiving Lyon's soul fluctuation.
'Great, then before we begin, let's review our tasks one more time.
According to the plan I discussed with Director Edward, after meeting Prince Andre, I'll ask him to show me around the Corlock Kingdom's festival. I'll use the crowd to separate him from his guards, creating an opportunity to strike.
After that, Nicole will be responsible for dealing with any Purifiers that might be with him, and I'll take the chance to knock Prince Andre unconscious. I'll hand him over to Senior Robin, who will use his Fairy Blossom to hide him in a flower bud and take him away.
Additionally, Director Edward and the other seniors are standing by in District 05, three blocks away. If things go awry, Senior Frankie will fish us out and deliver us directly to Director Edward, who will help us evacuate. There shouldn't be any issues, right?"
"No problem!"
The female journalist swallowed the vegetable mush in her mouth and nodded slightly.
"I'm ready."
Robin, dressed in a leaf costume and hiding in Lyon's pocket, patted his chest.
"Don't worry, it'll definitely go smoothly!"
Frankie, also hidden in the flower, with a miniature fishing rod on his back, gave an OK sign and confidently assured them,
"As long as Prince Andre shows up, we guarantee we'll catch him!"
...
"I'm very sorry."
An elderly butler in a tuxedo bowed to Lyon and the female journalist, his expression carrying a hint of apology.
"Prince Andre caught a sudden cold last night and is currently running a high fever. I'm afraid he won't be able to accompany you on the festival tour."
"..."
My damn luck...
Lyon's lips twitched as he looked at the sincere old butler before him, his face turning green as he thought of the vegetable mush churning in his stomach. To prepare for this operation, he had finally convinced Director Scorpion and spent half the night meticulously planning. He had memorized the map of the several districts hosting the festival and even prepared an escape route in case of an ambush.
Yet, at this critical moment, with the bullet already chambered and the trap set, the prey chose to stay home and take a nap instead of showing up!
"Are you sure he caught a cold?"
Lyon, who had already drawn his bow and arrow, asked, his face darkening as he saw the old butler's soul trembling, clearly lying.
"I can't help but feel that your Prince Andre is simply too lazy to come out."
"That... you're joking..."
Hearing Lyon's question, the old butler's eyelids twitched slightly, and he awkwardly forced a smile, then said with some reluctance:
"Prince Andre is usually diligent, but he's had a weak constitution since childhood, so occasional colds are inevitable. Please understand."
"Hmph, how can I possibly understand?"
With his target absent, Lyon had no interest in touring the festival. Instead, he feigned anger and said:
"How many times has this happened now? Although our nation's power can't compare to Corlock, I'm still a prince! Yet, not even a single royal family member can accompany me! You're simply..."
"Your Highness, Lyon~"
Just as Lyon was about to take advantage of the situation and storm off, a crisp greeting suddenly came from a distance.
"My apologies, Your Highness Lyon."
A young lady, surrounded by a group of guards, approached the surprised Lyon and curtsied gracefully. With a smile, she introduced herself:
"I'm Princess Felicia, the sixth princess. Prince Andre is unwell, but to show respect to Your Highness, I was specifically sent to accompany you on the festival tour... Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
(End of Chapter)
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