Chapter 999: Chapter 615: Rebecca is Going Crazy_2
“So?”
“Therefore, I hope you could try to make contact with the Blood Clan and help the Federation end this meaningless war.”
From his words, it was clear that Dordy had no confidence in this war.
He just wanted to quickly find out the reason behind the Blood Clan’s sudden declaration of war and to end the conflict.
Rebecca, with a slightly mocking expression, said, “Leader Dordy, not to mention my lack of ability to persuade the Blood Clan, even if I had the capability, as an elf hybrid and a woman, with the meager foundations of Lyss City, how could I stand forth? The Hall of Justice, the church, the three City Lords, who among them doesn’t have more credibility and the right to do so than I?”
These words were echoes of the voices questioning her in yesterday’s council meeting.
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The entire council had turned into a denouncement session.
They spoke as if Fang Hao and Rebecca were good for nothing, nearly wishing to expel them from their ranks.
After finishing venting, you all felt better and now you want to come to me to handle matters.
Where is the justice in that?
Dordy’s face also grew unnatural.
In the past, no council member would dare to mock the council in front of him.
But now, facing Rebecca, he really had nothing to say.
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After a moment of silence, he continued, “Some people in the council do not trust you, which is quite normal. Don’t let these things affect your mood negatively.”
“There are no hard feelings. I simply don’t have the ability to persuade the Blood Clan. You should ask the other council members, Leader Dordy,” Rebecca said directly.
Seeing Rebecca’s attitude, the three who had come stiffened their expressions.
A bishop who was accompanying them said coldly, “Rebecca, the Federation is facing danger now. This is not the time for you to be throwing a tantrum.”
“Hmph! Such a big deal, direct your temper at the Blood Clan, at the Undead instead. What does it mean to keep bullying me, a woman?” Rebecca remained unmoved, saying indifferently.
“You…” The bishop wanted to continue, but Dordy stopped him.
Dordy went on to say, “Rebecca, this time you will not be facing the matter alone. If you can persuade the Blood Clan, not only will Lyss City join the upper council, but the Federation will also subsidize the development of Lyss City.”
“Do you think I can be fooled twice by the same words?”
“This time, the council can pass it directly. I can assure you that you will enter the upper council, and there will be no mistakes,” Dordy continued.
This was the first time Dordy had ever made such a concession in front of a lower council member.
Moreover, he seemed fearful that she would persist in her refusal.
Rebecca fell silent for a moment, but then said, “I’m sorry, I can’t help.”
Dordy’s eyes instantly narrowed.
In his gaze, there flashed a dangerous light as he stared at Rebecca.
At the same time, Demitrija, standing beside Rebecca, stepped forward, resting one hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Tell me, what are your conditions?” Dordy compromised yet again.
Rebecca said, “I demand the right to appoint fifty council members, chosen by me. Lyss City will have permanent self-governance, twenty million in development funds, army stationing rights, military passage rights through the territory, and emergency military call-up rights.”
“What, are you mad?” The three were all shocked.
Those conditions were not just harsh—they were a complete replica of the privileges of the Hall of Justice and the church.
Self-governance, troop movement, and troop deployment rights.
These were all above the prerogatives of the other City Lords in the upper council, placing her on equal footing with the Hall of Justice and the church.
Such brazen ambition.
“Rebecca, you must be clear about what you are saying–these aren’t things one can discuss casually,” the church bishop sternly reminded.
Rebecca looked at him and said, “I’m well aware of what I’m saying. These are my conditions, and you can refuse them.”
Still uncompromising.
This woman was a maniac.
Piss her off, and she would dare say anything, dare do anything.
Especially at such a critical time.
The more domineering Rebecca became, the more the three believed that she was prepared to take everyone down with her.
“Rebecca, with the power Lyss City has, what use are these rights to you? Can you even maintain such a military force?” asked another mage who had come along, speaking softly.
These matters didn’t have much to do with the Mage’s Association, but represented the council’s position.
He still needed to assert his stance.
“You needn’t worry about it; it’s my business,” she said.
“You…” The bishop was infuriated to the point of speechlessness.
Why did they have to provoke this lunatic?
Dordy hadn’t expected that the woman who normally gossiped with his wife would become so reckless when angered.
Taking a deep breath, he said, “Rebecca, these conditions are difficult for me to decide on alone. This back-and-forth is likely to just waste time, so perhaps…”
“Dordy leader, nothing is ready, are you deceiving me again? There’s nothing to discuss. If the Blood Clan attacks, Lyss City will also deploy troops to fight. If we really can’t hold them off, then we all die together—it’s not a big deal.” Rebecca cut in sharply.
“You…”
Dordy’s brow furrowed.
After exchanging glances with the two beside him, he slapped the chair and suddenly stood up.
It was just such an action.
Like flipping some sort of switch.
Whirrrrr!
Demitrija immediately stepped in front of Rebecca.
And from the first floor, a mass of gold-armored guards rushed out, while from behind the banisters on the second floor, a row of oddly shaped muskets extended past the rails, aiming toward the back.
The three men narrowed their eyes.
Rebecca was about to retaliate…
Just one small move from the three men, and Rebecca would definitely order their killing.
Even if Dordy was an orange hero, capable of fighting a hundred, could he fight a thousand, ten thousand?
This was ultimately Lyss City, where he could be buried under sheer numbers.
“Dordy leader, if your legs are numb, you can move around, but don’t make any sudden moves. The things here in Lyss City are not as sturdy as in Silver Wing City,” Demitrija said, protecting Rebecca and speaking in a less than perfect common language.
Dordy narrowed his eyes slightly and took another look at Rebecca, who also seemed a bit tense.
He said, “Rebecca, can your terms not be lowered any further?”
“I don’t feel the conditions are too high,” she replied.
“Alright, I need to go back and discuss it with the council and give you a reply as soon as possible,” Dordy stated.
“Alright, then we won’t keep you for a feast,” she responded.
Dordy, still dissatisfied, glanced at the person next to him.
The latter pulled out a scroll, and upon opening it, a Magic Array’s light enveloped the three.
They vanished from the spot.
Rebecca stood and declared, “In the next few days, citywide vigilance. Anyone using teleportation to enter the city, if their identity cannot be confirmed, eliminate them immediately—no need to hold back.”
“Yes, sir!” a chorus of soldiers responded in unison.
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At the time Rebecca was meeting with Dordy.
In front of a room along the corridor.
Knock, knock—!
A deep knock sounded at the door.
There was no response from inside, but the door opened on its own.
Inside the room, Rolana of the Blood Clan lay lazily on a soft couch, holding two pieces of paper, with pastry next to her. She was eating and intently reading the content on the paper.
Despite someone entering, she didn’t lift her head to look.
Fang Hao looked at her; Rolana was wearing a silk nightgown that hugged her body, lying on her side, outlining alluring curves.
Beneath the hem of the dress, without stockings, her smooth, fair calves were exposed.
Compared to her earlier frigidity, she appeared more seductive and charming.
Fang Hao approached and asked softly, “You’re reading this novel too? How’d you get it?”
This novel was only serialized in the transmigrator’s channel.
Given Rolana’s reclusive nature, she shouldn’t have discovered it.
“Didn’t you say you’d keep my room for me? I went back to take a look the other day and just happened to find these novels, so I borrowed them to read,” Rolana said without changing her posture.
Oh…she had gone back to the main city.
That’s good too; it’s good that she’s willing to go back and move around.
“How is it? I didn’t deceive you, did I? They were all kept for you,” Fang Hao said with a smile.
Rolana didn’t answer but continued to focus on the content of the paper.
Fang Hao moved closer and sat down at the edge of the couch.
Seeing that she didn’t react.
He hesitated, then his hand rested on her slender waist while his own gaze dropped to the paper, asking, “Which chapter are you on?”
The smooth silk sent a ripple through his heart.
Rolana glanced sideways, allowing the man’s small gesture, “I’m at the part where someone peeps at the lady of the house bathing.”