St. Hilde Mountain, the summit area, the official residence of Rear Admiral Papasi.

The brigade of sailors took over the defense around the official residence, and a patrol team of ten people patroled around the official residence.

Not far from these sailors are the barricades and checkpoints set up by army soldiers.

The mountaintop area, near this small area near Papasi's residence, was a bit tense and weird. Whether it was the patrol of sailors or army soldiers, they tried their best to step on the ground with all their strength.

In Papasi's official residence, Fericket changed into a military uniform, loosening the buttons of the jacket, revealing the white shirt inside.

The breeze blows from the direction of the sea. On the spacious top floor terrace, Ferriet lays on the chair with a gloomy face, holding the wine glass with his right hand and shaking it gently. The deep amber wine is gently rotating in the wine glass.

A tall and extremely pretty girl in a navy uniform stood behind Fericket's chair, gently kneading his head with her hands.

Next to Fillet, on another recliner, a tall and handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes was lying there, holding a tender green coconut in his hand and holding a straw made of wheat straw in his mouth, squeaking and sucking the fragrant and sweet coconut juice soundly.

A coconut was quickly sucked clean. The blonde young man sighed with satisfaction and threw the coconut on the ground.

‘Gululu’, the coconut rolled far away on the terrace.

"Please be your decent, Lucien, my friend." Feltier drank the glass of American wine in one go, breathed heavily, and handed the glass to the side.

Beside Ficket, there were several beautiful girls in naval uniforms standing.

A girl held a huge crystal wine bottle in her hand, her movements were gentle and without making any sound, and poured Ferrit a glass of wine.

"This is not the imperial capital. Dear Your Highness, decent things are for the old guys at home." Lucien smiled unceremoniously: "At this point, we can be a little more presumptuous and enjoy the enjoyment we deserve."

Ficket frowned and said, "Enjoy? Ha... help me find a way to kill that one, called... called..."

Lucien added: "Joe Joe Rong Weitu is only nine geniuses before he turns 18. The third child of the Vitu family is also the most favored son. He is a playboy with developed limbs, simple minds, and IQs below ordinary people."

"Yes, this damn fat man." Ficket sat up from the chair, waved his hand, and the girl standing behind him took a few steps back silently.

Squinted, his dark gray eyes were full of shame and annoyance. Ferrit said slowly: "A damn fat man, he killed Hanks... Help me think of a way to kill him as fast as possible."

Lucien grabbed a bunch of grapes from the small round table beside him, and he chewed it in a big mouth, causing juice to flow from the corner of his mouth.

After hearing Ficket's words, Lucien frowned in a little embarrassed.

"If it is in the imperial capital, my dear Your Highness, if it is in the imperial capital, I have a hundred ways to send him to serve the great 'Mu' within three hours."

"But outside the imperial capital, it's very difficult."

"Especially in Port Tulum, it is even harder in the territory of the Duchess of Gassica." Lucien sighed, and he ate a bunch of grapes in a few bites, and then burped with satisfaction.

"And, as a friend, I must warn you that your most urgent task is not revenge." Lucien said in a deep voice: "Henieve and Hanks, I told you very early that they are a pair of total idiots."

"Heniewei, vain, domineering idiot, who doesn't know the world is so high."

"Hanks, incompetent, greedy, idiot who only knows how to cling to power."

"For Hennyway, just play with it, and by the way, through her and her family, she will get some benefits. This is her only function. Hanks, his only use is to help you 'recycle' this stupid woman, Hennyway."

"And you... have given them important responsibilities." Lucien muttered.

Ficket was a little embarrassed. He blew the wine in his glass in annoyance, and then snorted hard at the girls beside him.

Several girls left the terrace and closed the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading to the top floor living room.

Ficket then put down his glass of wine in disappointment.

"Okay, okay, I admit, what you said at the beginning made sense. But now, what should we do? Can't we really find a way to kill that fat man first? Anyway, Hanks is also ours."

Ficket said angrily: "Even if it is a dog? Even if it is a dog... that is my person!"

Lucien raised his head and looked at the moon whose face had just been revealed in the east: "The survey data must be brought back, no matter how much the price it costs, it must be brought back. You must come to the door in person and speak to the old widow of the country bumpkin."

"Then, the preparations for the Marine Corps must be carried out as soon as possible."

Lucien said in a low voice: "This is a strategic plan that His Highness has spent a lot of resources and finally passed. Since you have taken the initiative to apply for this task, you cannot lose it."

"His Royal Highness, and all the senior officials of the empire, especially... that person, everyone is paying attention to this matter."

Lucien grabbed a nectarine and chewed it in small mouthfuls.

His blue eyes were blurred and scattered, and he wandered around in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Lucien murmured: "Your Highness, we can't do anything to that fat man now... maybe, you must also take the initiative to reconcile with him."

"What?" Ficket roared and stood up suddenly: "Reconciliation? Are you kidding? My old friend, wise and smart, will become the next head of the empire, and you... are you kidding, are you?"

"What about that?" Lucien raised his head and threw half of the nectarine in his hand to the ground.

"Think about it, the current situation in Tulun Port. The family forces that defected to His Royal Highness were all captured in one fell swoop. The Vitu family is crazily seizing control of Tulun Port. His Excellency Ross is calling friends to divide the interests of Tulun Port."

"There is no doubt that in the future, Tulum Port will become the private land of His Excellency Ross and the Weitu family. They will have most of the voice; they will determine the order of Tulum Port; they will have the right to divide this piece of fat."

"According to His Highness the Prince's plan, the preparations for the Marine Corps, one-third of the military expenditure comes from the appropriations from the Admiralty Department, one-third of the military expenditure comes from the local financial allocations in Tulum Port, and one-third of the military expenditure comes from the voluntary donations of "friends" such as the Wells family... In exchange, our friends, some of their families, will become seed officers and join the newly established Marine Corps."

"If you don't reconcile with that fat man... we will have a gap of two-thirds of the military spending!"

Lucien grabbed his head in distress and grabbed his blonde hair into a mess. After a long time, he looked at Ferricette, who was stiff and said helplessly: "So, reconciliation is our only way now."

"We can't say that we will kill that damn fat man here, and then we will speak to the Vitu family, "You can take out the money and support us in the construction of the Marine Corps?"

"Even if we have official documents issued by the empire, do you think it is possible?"

Flicker's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at Lucien. After a long time, he grabbed the large crystal wine bottle on the table and fed several mouthfuls directly at the mouth of the bottle.

‘Bang’!

The huge, expensive natural crystal wine bottle was smashed heavily to the ground by Fricel, and countless crystal fragments splashed.

More than a dozen naval officers rushed to the terrace and saw the scene on the terrace, they quickly retreated back.

Ficket gasped and said in a deep voice: "So, what about Heinevey? What about Hanks?"

Lucien said solemnly: "Hanks is dead, and dead people are worthless. His younger brother Marcos is still there. Marcos can continue to bear all the tasks that Hanks undertakes. For example, he will replace Hanks and help you 'recycle' Miss Henneway in the future..."

"As for Miss Heineve, okay, she is your lover, she is your lover...but she is just one of your lovers...especially, she is the richest among your many lovers..."

Lucien said slowly, "One!"

"For a woman, a woman who is not the most beautiful, capable, and richest among the women you have, but often causes trouble for you... such a woman, okay..."

Shrugging her shoulders, Lucien said slowly: "A woman like this, okay, I admire your sense of responsibility, and I admire your little 'love' for her. You can offer conditions to make that fat man give up the responsibility of pursuing Heinevey."

"Ugly deal." Ficket murmured in a low voice: "Ugly deal... Then, how can we let the drastic Port of Tulun willingly bear the gap of two-thirds of our military expenditure?"

Lucien smiled.

He smiled happily: "Then, Your Highness is still a transaction, and an ugly transaction. There is nothing that cannot be traded in this world. His Royal Highness the Prince gave the promises made by the Wells and other families directly to the Weitu family, and I don't think they would refuse."

"Especially don't you think? Compared to the large tribe's population and the deep-rooted local potential, the families such as Wells... have only four children, especially two men. Is the Ritu family, which has a shallow local foundation, a better partner?"

"Even if we give them ten combat divisions, even if the Vitu family has ten marine divisions, can they control it?"

Lucien said excitedly: "They can get a false reputation at most, but the real power is still ours."

"Don't you think so? The real power is still ours."

"As long as the Marines are formed, as long as our Marines, our 'own' Marines, successfully establish their roots in Tulum Port... Then there must be our voice here; then there must be our interests here!"
Chapter completed!