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Chapter 700: Hethe City's Anomaly
Chapter 700: Hethe City's Anomaly
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As the spoon tapped against the table, the man flipping through documents paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at the attendant beside him.
"Where's my soup?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Seeing the hint of displeasure in the blue-haired man's eyes, the attendant's face paled, and he couldn't help but kneel with a thud, his voice filled with panic as he explained:
"I... I... Your soup was just here! I only turned around for a moment, and then... then it was gone!"
It disappeared with just a turn?
After hearing the attendant's explanation, the muscular man furrowed his brows, understanding the fate of the beef stew.
"Alright, it's not your fault."
Waving his hand to signal the attendant to stand, the blue-haired man with a stern face picked up the handkerchief beside him and wiped the soup that had splattered on his beard. Then, with a detached expression, he instructed:
"Go and bring a new pot of soup... No, bring three pots! Also, bring three more pots of frozen eel stew and cheese pot, and open fifty cans of sardines. Hurry up."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Relieved that King Harvey hadn't blamed him, the attendant quickly went to fetch more food from the kitchen. The blue-haired man, meanwhile, tossed aside the handkerchief and fixed his gaze on the elegantly dressed elder standing before him.
"Lord Isaac."
After addressing the elder by name, the blue-haired man wiped his beard clean and tapped the summary report on the table, his expression slightly guarded as he asked:
"You dare to submit such a report to me, believing that I would spare you from punishment due to your hard work?"
Huh?!
Hearing the blue-haired man's blunt question, the elder's back stiffened slightly. Beads of murky sweat appeared on his made-up face.
"Your Majesty... I... I truly did my best..."
As the blue-haired man tapped his fingers on the table in discontent, the elder, already sweating through his undershirt, pleaded anxiously:
"Upon receiving your command, I immediately contacted the Engineering Department to inspect almost all the pipeline boilers in Hethe City. However, all the boilers were functioning normally, and there was no excessive water extraction from the Hot River. The issue lies with the river itself.
After that, I led twenty exploration teams headed by my nephew to investigate the Hot River. Despite melting over nine hundred sets of insulation suits in ten days, we still couldn't find the cause of the river's abnormal temperature rise this year. I..."
"Lord Isaac!"
Raising his voice to drown out the elder's complaints, the blue-haired man spoke with a hint of anger:
"You know I don't want to hear about your efforts or struggles. That has nothing to do with the results I demand!
I want to see the reason for this year's river anomaly in your report! I want results, not the process. As long as you can find the cause, I don't care about the means!"
"Your Majesty, I... I will continue the investigation and try my best..."
"Lord Isaac."
Interrupting the elder again, the blue-haired man said with dissatisfaction:
"I don't want you to try your best; I want certainty! The foundation of Hethe City's existence lies in the hot water drawn from the Hot River and distributed throughout the city via pipelines!
But now, the river's water is abnormally rising in temperature, causing the city's temperature to increase daily. More and more pipeline boilers are being damaged by the steam, which is a significant issue that could potentially lead to a disaster in the royal capital!
Yet, with my full support, your investigation report still fails to identify the cause?"
Picking up the report from the table and tossing it onto the carpet in front of the elder, the blue-haired man suppressed the anger on his face. Staring at the drenched elder, his voice turned icy as he asked:
"Lord Isaac, do you really believe that if something goes wrong, you can simply resign and escape responsibility as the person in charge?"
"Plop!"
The elderly man with the blue hair and the sweat-soaked formal wear, startled by the other man's tone, almost collapsed to the ground, his cravat drenched in sweat. He knelt on the carpet, trembling as he vowed to investigate the cause, only to be dragged away by two attendants.
As the sounds of dragging down the corridor gradually faded, another middle-aged man in plain attire quickly stepped forward and handed over the documents in his hand.
"Your Majesty, the diplomatic reception has been rejected," he said, "according to the message conveyed, it seems they don't want too much political involvement at the wedding, so they're refusing entry to diplomats and above. What do you think...?"
"Heh."
After flipping through the documents on the table, the blue-haired man couldn't help but chuckle. His eyes then turned indifferent as he commented, "It's just an excuse to buy time.
The Corlock Kingdom has suffered a great disaster, with its entire territory flooded by seawater. That cunning princess has gained a huge advantage, and her only task now is to fully absorb the 'inheritance' of the Corlock Kingdom before other nations realize what's happening.
So, I have reason to suspect that this so-called marriage is also a tactic to buy time. After all, every extra week she delays, she can absorb more of the Corlock Kingdom's essence, giving that decaying kingdom a little more breath."
"Your Majesty, you are truly insightful."
The plainly dressed middle-aged man spoke at the right moment, then bowed and suggested, "Then, should we continue to station troops at the border and conduct more large-scale exercises to force them to change their minds?"
"Of course!"
The blue-haired man with a broad back and sturdy waist glanced at him and leaned back in his chair. "Based on my understanding of her, that cunning woman won't let go of such a convenient opportunity at the wedding!
While our envoys are banned from entering, she will definitely use the Corlock Kingdom's inheritance as bait to lure nearby kingdoms into cooperating with her, forming an alliance to strangle us!
So, not only should we continue to station troops at the border, but we can also take the initiative and provoke them. We can start controlled small-scale hot wars to pressure other forces within their country to put pressure on her, forcing her to accept our envoys!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The plainly dressed middle-aged man respectfully nodded, noting down the words of the Northern Kingdom's king. He then cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, who should we choose as the envoy?"
"Hmm."
Hearing his sister's name, the blue-haired man's expression softened slightly. "Although Melisande is not well-versed in state affairs, her status is noble enough to represent me in dealings with other kingdoms. Moreover, her safety is guaranteed, so she is the best choice for the envoy... Where's my soup? Why hasn't it been served yet?"
"Your... Your Majesty..."
Hearing the blue-haired man's question, the attendant who had just gone to the kitchen for food pushed an empty cart into the room, trembling. "It's... It's all gone... Your kitchen only has a pile of empty bowls now..."
"..."
(Damn it!)
(End of Chapter)
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