Chapter 7 Chips

"Admiral." Nuhra finished his report in the Royal Garden and walked calmly towards his adjutant Louis who had been waiting in front of the hovercraft for a long time.

Nuhra nodded casually and strode into the spacious carriage. The first thing he did after boarding was to unbutton a few of his tightly buttoned uniform. Then, somewhat disregarding his appearance, he leaned back in his chair and let out a soft breath.

"... Louis, contact a few people and prepare an asset report for me." Nuhra closed her eyes, stretched out her hand to rub the dry and tired area around her eyes, and gave the order.

"Yes," Louis said, contacting the asset management team as Nuhra requested. He put down the terminal, glanced through the rearview mirror to see Nuhra's expression, then retracted his gaze, staring intently at the front of the vehicle.

The vehicle was driving automatically, speeding through the endless stream of traffic and heading towards Nuhra's villa in the second block. Nuhra, sitting in the back seat, looked out the window at the street scene that was constantly receding, with a heavy heart.

"Admiral, Mr. Corris sent a text message to your work terminal a minute ago." Louis turned around and reminded Nuhra softly, while handing the terminal over with both hands.

There was only a short message on the terminal, written in Kris's usual polite tone: "Hello, Admiral Nuhra, I would like to discuss the matter of the teaching assistant with you."

Four weeks ago, in the VIP ward of the Military General Hospital, Chris was fidgeting and rubbing the holographic greeting card with Nuhra's signature on it.

He unconsciously used his hands to cover up the soft light emitted by the card again and again, but when he opened his palms, they were facing the strokes left by the person on the card.

The confrontation with Nuhra in the ward two days ago had taken almost all of his energy. Kris forced himself to remain calm, finally persevering until he could escort Nuhra out of the ward... The next moment, he was so exhausted that he could have easily fallen into a deep sleep.

He really did so, and slept all day the next day. When Mrs. Nall came to visit him for the second time, she ran into Chris sleeping soundly as soon as she walked in. She thought something had happened to him, and she was so frightened that she almost alerted the military doctor on duty on the entire floor.

The military doctors reluctantly told her that her son was fine, but just needed to rest due to overwork, and only then did they manage to comfort the mother.

When Kris finally recovered, it was already the next night. After waking up, Kris, who was so hungry that he could eat a cow raw, gobbled up the meager mushy nutritious meal and set his eyes on the large basket of comfort supplies sent by Nuhra.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Nuh, but because he was so hungry, after hesitating for a long time, Coris swallowed his saliva and opened the beautifully packaged basket.

This was like opening Pandora's box, because compared to the various fruits and pastries, what was more conspicuous was the greeting card that Nuhra placed in the center - as soon as Chris unwrapped the basket, the holographic greeting card appeared directly on the fruit basket.

The front of the greeting card reads "Wishing you a speedy recovery - Nuhra", while the back of the card, which automatically rotates and plays, has Nuhra's terminal contact information marked in an inconspicuous corner at the bottom.

Well, to be honest, at that moment, Kris lost all his appetite. He fiercely grabbed the still playing holographic greeting card and fell back onto the bed.

The greeting card, which had been ravaged but still diligently completed its mission, shone through the gaps between Corris' fingers and out of his tightly clenched fist, emitting a faint blue light.

Chris sighed, then let go of the card, letting it roll to a corner of the bed. He put his arm over his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Although Nuhra's temptation that day was unpleasant, it also served as another wake-up call for Chris - his life seemed peaceful on the surface, but it was full of dangers.

Nuhra said the person who exposed him to Reilex was nearby. This hint gave him some new perspective. Since he wasn't exposed to the allergen at the banquet, the only option was to move the timeline forward.

Chris opened the terminal and retrieved the maglev car's driving records. After comparing them, he roughly confirmed that the problem must have occurred during the time he was traveling to the banquet.

He remembered that he went to the banquet alone in a car that day. During the process, he drank half a glass of water in the car out of nervousness and ate two fruits that looked like grapes to relieve his mood. Perhaps it was because of the mixture of ricin in the food in the car.

This car drove directly from the Nar family's estate, and was designed to be driven directly to its destination, with no stops along the way. Therefore, any attempt to tamper with the food on board could only be done before departure. And the only people who could do this were those within the Nar family, from the Nar couple to visiting guests and a few servants.

But all of this was just based on Chris's reasoning. He had no way of investigating the crucial car right now. Moreover, even if he had the chance to investigate, he estimated that all traces of the car would have been completely wiped out.

Chris became increasingly pessimistic about the future. If he wanted to survive here, he would face complex problems that were beyond his ability to resolve alone... At the same time, he felt more sympathy and understanding for the original owner's situation.

Even though Chris originally had both his parents by his side, was this truly a good thing for him? The complicated family environment, the suffocating oppression... everything was suffocating, forcing this pale and frail young man to resort to extreme means to resist.

Chris allowed himself to drift off for a moment, then pulled himself together. Now was not the time to be melancholic. He had finally gotten another chance to live, and he couldn't let his life be dictated to him without explanation!

He suddenly sat up from the bed and paced around the ward, trying to sort out his thoughts. He wondered what leverage he had to attract a powerful ally, one powerful enough to protect him.

The first person that came to his mind was Nuhra's face. In fact, Nuhra did meet his requirements perfectly. He held a huge influence in the military... In their past conversations, he had also sensed that he was very cunning.

As for other better options, Chris couldn't think of any immediately. After all, he had spent most of his time in the hospital ward since crossing over, and had no chance to meet anyone. The original owner was introverted and had few friends at Vincent College... All in all, Nuhra was the best choice.

Now that he had a target, what was his bargaining chip for cooperation? Kris pondered over it, and bitterly realized that the only thing about him that would make Nuhra take a second look was his allergy to Reese.

Nuhra's unexpected visit, revealing the truth about his allergy and hinting at problems with those around him, was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye. From his limited understanding of Nuhra, he knew the high-ranking general wouldn't have personally stepped in if it weren't for something crucial.

He twitched the corners of his mouth in self-mockery, feeling that his idea was both narcissistic and absurd - using the allergy incident as a bargaining chip was like a desperate person using a false fantasy as a lifeline, pathetic and unrealistic.

After much deliberation, Chris struggled internally before finally deciding to give it a try. Reluctantly, he dug out the holographic greeting card he'd just carelessly placed, flipped to the back, pulled out his terminal, and entered Nuhra's contact information on the contact page.

Just as he was about to speak, Chris hesitated. What if this was all just his wishful thinking? What if Nohra ruthlessly rejected him and taunted him mercilessly? What if Nohra also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to harm him?

Never mind! Chris made up his mind and decided to send a message. He remembered that at the dinner party, Old Nar had asked him to be Nuhra's assistant, and Nuhra's attitude towards this had been rather ambiguous. Perhaps this was a good starting point? He bit his lip nervously, his fingers trembling slightly as he wrote on the terminal, paused, revised repeatedly, and finally closed his eyes and frantically hit the send button, confirming that he had sent it before daring to open his eyes.

There was no way. After meeting Nuhra twice, Chris had not formed any positive impression of him... As a superior, every word of Nuhra was full of mystery, and every look was meaningful. Chris felt exhausted trying to deal with him.

One of the few good impressions that Chris had of Nuhra was the white handkerchief he handed him, which made him feel that this man who looked tough did have a somewhat friendly side.

Thinking of the handkerchief, Chris unconsciously walked to the bedside table and pulled out a wrapped gift bag. Inside was Nuhra's handkerchief, which he had already had cleaned by the ward's smart housekeeper. It was now emitting a soft, gentle fragrance and was securely stored in Chris's room.

Chris didn't know whether Nuhra wanted the handkerchief back, but out of courtesy and respect, he cleaned it carefully and kept it carefully, planning to return it later when he had the chance.

In order to find a suitable gift bag, Chris even troubled his attending physician Meiya, although the process was full of misunderstandings in various aspects.

After hearing Chris's hesitant request, Maya assumed the gift was a gift for his lover. After teasing him a bit, the kind-hearted woman thoughtfully found him a beautiful gift bag. Chris was deeply grateful, but he could only remain awkwardly silent despite Maya's friendly teasing, not daring to tell her the truth.

Just as Chris was putting his handkerchief back in its place with a heavy heart, the message alert on his terminal suddenly rang. He felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and with a tragic and heroic gesture, he opened Nuhra's reply, only to find an address and a cryptic message:

[Nuhra: Of course, I'd be happy to. And by the way, I have something I want to discuss with you as well.]

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