Akturas Minsk thought a lot, but he quickly pulled his mind back from some irrelevant thoughts with his strong willpower - this was a gift from Kha and the Minsk family. Kha was like a big forging platform, forging his character into a very hard way.

Minsk's thoughts quickly turned to cooperation, relationships between primary and secondary, interests, risks, costs, and other very specific things. Minsk's spirit, like the great power of Genesis, combined these chaotic thoughts together in an orderly manner like atoms and electrons, made Minsk ask the first question:

"Why?"

Why me, why do this---a word that Minsk squeezed out between his teeth had two meanings. He stared into Lehman's eyes, hoping to get an answer, but he only saw the same searching meaning in Lehman's eyes--yes, Lehman was also observing him.

The seven-inch Churchill cigar was burning quietly in Lehman's hands. He stared at Minsk, just like when he was a child, he sat on Sloe on the roadside of Central Town and watched the people coming and going, full of the same sense of exploration. At that time, Lehman was full of confusion about the world and felt that the world had an unreality.

The whole world was like a big house that was not his family, making him, a stranger, feel as uncomfortable as a phantom pain, but after a while of observing Slo's people day after day, Lehman's phantom pain was relieved.

Everyone has their own world, and everyone's universe is revolving around themselves. They live here because of dreams, interests, love, ambitions, wishes, or the most basic survival. The trivialities of life are mixed with dreams and hopes, forming this world and Lehman's brand new world.

Now Lehman observes Minsk in the same way. He wants to see the Minsk universe and see if he has a kind bond with the people of Kopru. But if nothing unexpected happens, Lehman fails. The spirit of Akturas Minsk is like a stubborn stone. Without technical means, he will almost never penetrate his heart through observation and rhetoric.

Forget it, what naive things are I thinking about--Lehman quickly mocked himself in his heart and sprayed out a sip of cigar smoke again:

"Do you know, not long ago, when I was investigating the Federation, I found that the Federation was renovating the Municipal Building in Tasanis. After careful observation, I felt that the project was the Federation. The renovation project interpreted the federal mistakes from all angles--those borer-like federal officials put the renovation money into their own pockets, greed, blind, and arrogant. Do you know, I investigated and the Federation has spent more than 80 million credit points, and the total amount of the project is 130 million..."

Minsk waved his hand at Lehman and signaled Lehman to stop -- if it were someone else, Minsk must have entered the propaganda mode at this moment and began to talk about the corruption of the Federation and how he will eliminate corruption after he took office. However, facing Lehman, Lehman, who was already regarded as a hero by him, Minsk only felt that the other party was delaying time:

"These things are the same everywhere. Even if I am crowned in the future, I will definitely have many such people under my command. My elder general, Wofield, was so honest. The result was that women also received a lot of benefits in private. If you want me to create a utopia, then you have found the wrong person."

"Of course I know that a federal official can spend 20,000 yuan to buy a wine glass, and your officials can spend 25,000 yuan to buy a bottle of wine. Everyone is a slap in a pound of 40,000 yuan. I choose to support you, not because the federal spent 130 million yuan to renovate the town hall," Lehman shook his cigar in the air. "I choose to support you because after the federal spent 130 million yuan, the town hall still cannot be completed, and you may give me a fortress--the next human world will usher in an unprecedented impact. I need an iron-fisted ruler to be an ally, not a group of waste."

"Ha," Minsk let out a sarcastic and short laugh. He put down his cigar and took a sip of spicy brandy. "There are actually many excellent soldiers in the Federation. They are brave and intelligent and capable of taking on great responsibilities. Unfortunately, the people who command these soldiers have completely opposite characteristics from these warriors."

"Kemerian United and Yumoyang also find it difficult to bear the weight of the crown. Although you are engulfed by revenge and power, you are considered a villain to some extent, but there are no angels on my current list of choices. So, Akturas, what do you want to do? Are you planning to use my nephew as a bargaining chip to threaten me?" Lehman looked at Minsk through the smoke with a spicy look like a cigar.

"But it sounds like I don't have any better choice." Minsk grinned.

"I don't have a better ally candidate, but I have other options," Lehman gently placed his middle finger on his Black Queen's chess while gently rubbing his legs. "My choice is Juliana Pasteur and her health."

With a crisp sound, Minsk's glass that had just drunk had just fallen on the table, and then began to roll in groan. Minsk raised his head and looked at Lehman in surprise. He only recovered after his brandy glass rolled to the edge of the table and then fell on the carpet in the room.

Lehman knew he had bet right, and he actually knew nothing about Minsk's family. He just remembered that he had seen a line of red letters on the "barrage" before, that was, Akturas's wife was named Juliana Pasteur, and Juliana Pasteur died of a stubborn disease - a disease that might be powerless to humans, but Sarnaga's biotechnology would never be helpless.

After knowing that Minsk used his nephew as a bargaining chip, Lehman thought hard and finally pulled out this memory that had almost been forgotten by him from somewhere. In fact, he was not sure how much affection a hero like Minsk could have for his wife, but he had to give it a try. If it didn't work, he would have time to implement Plan B.

Lehman bet right. He can't see Minsk's thinking now, otherwise he could feel how shocked the hero was at this time. The reason why Arturas felt this shock was because Juliana Pasteur was really important to him, much more important than Lehman expected.

This woman is not only the mother of Prince Valillian, nor is she the girl she slept with. She is an important leader in Minsk's life. Her importance to Minsk is beyond Lehman's imagination:

Many years ago, Minsk was far from being a hero now. At that time, he lacked a basic quality necessary for a great person, that is, to truly face his own problems and his life - perhaps this sounds ridiculous, but it is indeed the truth. Before a certain moment, Minsk was escaping.

He fled his father by joining the army. After writing letters to trick Julianna into bed, he fled Julianna's passionate feelings. After Varelian was born, he fled his son - or the responsibility of being a father. Although Minsk was also talented and brave, he blindly escaped on some important issues.

Juliana Pasteur, at a critical point in time, slapped Minsk in the face---in true, literally, a woman with big ears--her slap woke Minsk up.

Since then, Akturas Minsk no longer stood at the fork in the road of fate and kept pretending to be ostrich. He really poured the quicksand under fate into steel and cement, turning fate into reality little by little. Juliana Pasteur has become a woman who is still sharing his ambitions at least so far.

It is such an important woman who suffers from a terminal illness that cannot be cured by the most advanced medical technology in humans, and has forced her to die step by step. Minsk felt a lot of pain because of this. Because of Juliana's illness, his son was also very unhappy that he could not be with Juliana who was tortured by the illness, which seriously damaged their father-son relationship.

If Juliana can really cure it... human technology is no longer possible. Perhaps this person who has a deep connection with aliens in front of him may, perhaps, that person who knows about insects that are ahead of humans in biological structures, has a way to cure Juliana...

Akturas gritted his teeth, picked up the wine glass from the ground, poured himself a glass of brandy, and then raised the wine glass to Lehman:

"Julianna, and the crown of humanity."

Lehman also raised his glass to greet him:

"The future of mankind, and John."

In the shadow of the ultimate storm of 2500 years swept through everything, fate burst into a crisp laugh in the collision of wine glasses.

The two of them drank it all in one go, and Akturas put down his glass and wiped the wine from his beard:

"I really want to talk to you now about how to use your fleet to burn Antiga's Federal Army to ashes, but I think your alien friends may come here first. What did you tell them, what did I tell them, which would cut off the communications in such a shock?"

"Do you know the Cross and L, two ancient religions on the earth," Lehman put down his wine glass, with a smile on his lips. "The Cross and L, say that God's messenger is Yes, and the L, say that God's messenger is Muxxde, and he fights endlessly for this. I just said to them-----[Who cares about your messenger is, I brought the news of God himself], haha..."
Chapter completed!