Chapter 145: The Envoy from Europa

You finally arrived. Seeing them appear, Trexi actually relaxed a bit. Better late than never. You are already somewhat late. Once this incident is over, go back and report for military discipline. However, Trexi did not spare their feelings at all. Yet, he only intended to send the two generals back to face a court-martial, while showing a little leniency toward the maid.

Understood, sir. During this operation, however, Trexi was the supreme executive officer. Even though Cromwell and the others held the rank of generals, they still had to obey their Imperial Highness for this mission.

Very well, since everyone is here, let us prepare to welcome our guests. As he spoke, the curtains on the other side suddenly drew open. At that moment, the aircraft carrying the Europa special envoy had already begun its slow descent. Judging by the situation, they truly were late. Still, there was a little time left, enough to finish the tasks that followed.

Cole, bring out your things. You haven't given them theirs yet, have they? Exactly. So here are your things, the three of you. Take them first. Cole materialized three boxes out of thin air, handing them separately to the three who had just arrived. The boxes were quite ordinary. After receiving them, Cromwell and the others wondered why they were being given these.

Open them and take a look. Although you certainly do not know how to use them, please put them on according to the normal instructions. You should all understand. Understand? Although they did not grasp Cole's meaning, when they opened the boxes, they understood what it meant. Rings?

Do not ask so many questions. What I give naturally has its purpose. The three rings were quite special, as they corresponded respectively to the emblems of the families to which the three belonged: a tank and a broadsword for Cromwell, a warship and a helm for little Nelson, and a golden honeysuckle for Stukart. Put them on quickly!

Fine, but they are just ordinary rings. What is so good about them? The person who uttered these words froze the moment he put on the special ring. A vast flood of knowledge and data surged into his mind, and many things he had never known before integrated into his consciousness.

What on earth is happening? Cromwell took a moment to steady himself. The massive influx of knowledge was hammering against his nervous system, and unwittingly, the method of using the ring appeared in his brain. Memory is simply a pathway within neural circuits. By applying a specific level of electrical stimulation to the human body—provided the wavelength and frequency meet certain criteria—a specific amount of information can be artificially implanted. In the past, this was merely a theory, but I am capable of achieving it. No one dared to doubt Cole's words. Anyone who doubted him would witness miracles firsthand. This could already be called a divine skill, far beyond the reach of human capability. The knowledge each of you touches upon is different, so there is no need to discuss it with one another. These are secrets. What I give you is what you will be able to use hereafter. I hope you will make good use of it and not force me to perform a leucotomy on you.

A minor threat, which under normal circumstances Cromwell and the others might not have cared about. But ever since Cole's scientific technology was classified as absolute secrecy by the National Security Agency two months ago, anything related to his technology fell under the control of the United Kingdom National Security Agency, which implicitly granted Cole the authority to execute others. You could use his technology without issue, but you could not leak this technology to other countries. Without waiting for action from the National Security Agency, Cole himself held the right to deal with offenders preemptively.

Understood. We would not dare to do such a thing. Who knows if you would manage to kill us in some way before we could take this thing off? Cromwell and the others were quite pragmatic, but this was not the time to discuss other matters, because the Europa envoy had already arrived over there.

My, do you people in the United Kingdom have no etiquette for welcoming distinguished guests? To make me walk all the way over alone. The door on the other side opened, and the Europa envoy, dusted with a bit of wind and snow, walked in through the doorway amid the cold wind. Oh, do not say that. In the dead of winter, who wants to welcome guests in the open air? It is naturally better to do so indoors. Over the past twenty years, relations between Europa and the United Kingdom had never truly thawed. Confrontations and failures to observe host-and-guest etiquette occurred frequently. Both nations often ridiculed each other's leaders, claiming they failed to adhere to international regulations. In truth, neither country had any intention of fulfilling that responsibility.

What you say makes sense. Shall we sit down here and have a proper chat while my plane passes through your United Kingdom security inspection? The envoy did not state his name, which in itself violated etiquette. Yet, between hostile nations encountering such situations, both sides implicitly agreed to let it pass.

No. Let the matter of security inspection be handled by me personally. At that moment, however, a person who should not have spoken up suddenly did so, and that person was none other than Cole. I still do not feel entirely secure about your security arrangements. If I inspect personally, perhaps fewer mishaps will occur.

Seeing someone suddenly interrupt him, the Europa envoy was somewhat displeased: Who are you? Does it your turn to speak here?

There is no need for you to know who I am. You only need to know that even you would not last a few seconds under my hands. Having dropped these words, Cole opened the door on the other side and stepped out into the airfield. Trexi had no choice but to offer an explanation for him: Oh, him? He is actually a rather important figure in our United Kingdom. It is just that I am not at liberty to reveal his identity.

Oh? Even you find it inconvenient to reveal his identity? You are His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince. Is there anyone whose status is loftier than yours? It was a heavily laden remark, a blatant provocation. Yet Trexi had no intention of losing his temper. Instead, he remained very calm.

How should I put it? His identity is somewhat too special. It is not so much that his status is loftier, but rather that his status is simply unique. Trexi offered a brief explanation, though he truly had nothing more to say to this envoy.

Before they could truly engage in conversation, however, Cole had already walked back from the airfield, holding something in his hand. You Europa fellows are truly something. If I had not inspected personally, we might have been blown sky-high by now. With that, Cole tossed an object directly across the room. The object was not particularly large, but it carried substantial weight.

What is this? The Europa envoy could not tell what it was, leaving Cole to provide the explanation: This thing was actually hidden quite well. Had I not known better, I would have taken this for a so-called black box. I truly never expected you could convert this thing into a bomb. You Europa people, care to explain? Without hesitation, Cole drew his pistol and aimed it at him.

Hold on, you cannot falsely accuse people like this. How could you possibly retrieve this thing after just a moment? Could this not be something you fetched from your own inventory? The Europa envoy refused to admit to it, even suggesting that the United Kingdom was staging a self-directed play.

Look at the material. The components upon it could only have been produced in Europa. Not only that, but this detonation device was also manufactured by the Europa Ministry of Military Industry, was it not? Based on this alone, do you believe we could have acquired it? If worse comes to worst, I will simply have a word with my sister and see how she chooses to deal with you. Yet Cole seemed to have no desire to engage in lengthy banter with him; he already intended to find someone more persuasive to resolve the matter.

Your sister? Who on earth is your sister? The Europa envoy evidently looked down upon this representative acting on behalf of the United Kingdom, but upon hearing the name that followed, he paused in astonishment: My sister? My sister is Nero Claudius.