Chapter 131 Space Teleportation and Negotiation
As night fell, the lights in the study of Jemin's mansion in Eloxia City were still on.
Benjamin was wearing a loose robe. He tapped his fingertips lightly, and the last ray of hidden light sank into the wall. The atmosphere of the whole room suddenly became one, without any leakage.
After feeling it a little, he withdrew his hand with satisfaction.
He had hardly had any rest in the past few days since returning from the banquet.
After deceiving the group of surveillance cameras in his mansion, he began to work in full swing. Now he has finally constructed all the necessary magic arrays.
"First...test it."
After thinking about it, Jieming took out a metal disc with a palm-sized miniature space teleportation array on it that was emitting a faint light.
This small magic array can only perform point-to-point short-distance transmission, and the nodes at both ends need to be arranged in advance.
He had already set up the corresponding other end in the underground laboratory of the Golden Harbor Mansion.
He stepped into the magic circle.
The space twisted, and the next moment, he was in the underground secret room of the dilapidated mansion in Golden Harbor.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.
In several specially made steel cages next to the secret room, the three orc generals who had been captured earlier were lying dying.
His head was drooping, and his body was covered with cuts and burns.
Benjamin had been away for more than half a month. These guys were not in their normal condition to begin with, and they had endured without a drop of water for half a month. Now their life force was as weak as a candle in the wind.
"Very good, it seems that the space transmission is running smoothly." Jieming couldn't help laughing. "This way, even in the royal city, I can continue my research."
Jieming walked over and took a quick look, a cold smile on his face. "Not bad, you're truly a legend. You can hold on in this kind of environment. I was worried you'd starve to death."
"You..." The orc general raised his head angrily, but his weak body only left him with the strength to glare at the other party.
Jieming smiled and clapped his hands: "Don't worry, now that I'm here, I won't let you starve to death. Although from your point of view, starving to death should be a good choice."
"The orcs...will not surrender." Another orc general snorted disdainfully.
Jemin looked at the silver-white puppet that came over after hearing the order, and helplessly spread his hands towards the three orcs: "I'm sorry, I didn't need to make you surrender..."
He took out a few bags of nutrient solution he had just prepared and handed them to the puppets: "Inject them with nutrients, don't let them die."
After checking the condition of the orc in the cage and confirming that it was still "useful", Benjamin turned and walked out of the basement and followed the passage to the courtyard of the mansion.
He looked around leisurely.
At this time, Golden Harbor had already been captured by the orcs. This once luxurious city was now a ruin burned by the flames of war, with rubble everywhere and charred charcoal emitting the faint heat of embers.
Large areas of buildings were demolished and used as temporary camps for orc or human armies.
Only his mansion area seemed unusually out of place—of course, this was when looking from the inside out.
If viewed from the outside, this mansion, like other buildings, has become a ruin.
This is exactly the purpose of the concealment magic circle that Jemin carefully arranged before leaving Golden Harbor.
In addition to being able to conceal the true information inside, this illusion array can also synchronously form an illusion of "ruins" that is exactly the same as the outside world based on the surrounding environment.
In addition, as a high-level magic circle, it can also weaken the presence of this area.
At the same time, the subconscious exorcism technique implied in the magic circle can also make those who have no intention of approaching here feel inexplicably uneasy and uncomfortable, and thus subconsciously avoid this place.
"Perfect." Benjamin chuckled. "Although this lab took a lot of investment, it seems to be working very well."
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A few days later.
With the space teleportation device, Jemin has been busy conducting research in the secret laboratory in Golden Harbor these days.
Suddenly, Benjamin, who was immersed in experimental research, raised his head and looked at the alarm that sounded next to him.
That was the arrangement in his residence in the kingdom's capital, and anyone visiting Jemin would immediately notice it.
The surveillance screen was turned on, and the scene outside the mansion was displayed. The visitor was wearing the insignia of a palace guard and his attitude seemed a little anxious.
He immediately stopped the experiment and reached out to touch the isolation suit on his body, which turned into a loose soft robe.
He stepped into the space transmission array, and with a flash of light, Benjamin returned to the study in the royal palace.
He restrained his breath in time, pretended to have just finished reading, and calmly pushed open the study door.
Outside the door, the butler raised his arm and knocked on the door, announcing that the captain of the palace guard and a messenger were waiting in the living room.
"Counselor Jack!" The captain of the guards bowed upon seeing Benjamin, his expression respectful yet tinged with urgency. "His Majesty has ordered you to proceed immediately to the royal palace council chamber to observe the negotiations between the kingdom and the orc and elven delegations."
Benjamin was slightly stunned.
He is just a "special adviser", a nominal position. Logically, he should not have a place in such high-level diplomatic negotiations.
He was puzzled, but his expression remained calm. "Oh? Your Majesty, do you wish me to offer some insights into orcs?"
The messenger said respectfully, "Your Majesty did not explicitly state this, but simply said that this negotiation is of great importance and that he hopes to gather everyone's wisdom."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Benjamin nodded in agreement.
He would naturally be happy to have access to more information.
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Deep in the palace, in Ottorek III's private study.
Ottorek III put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the Chief Minister who bowed before him: "Has that 'Jack' gone to the meeting room yet?"
The Chief Minister bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have sent someone to summon him as you instructed."
Ottorek III sneered and leaned back in the wide seat: "Let him go, it's a good opportunity to disgust the orcs."
"Hmph, just a bunch of barbarians. Even if they try to be clever, that's all they can do." Ottorek III narrowed his eyes. "Let this 'abandoned pawn' go to the negotiation table. If he can't resist contacting the delegation, we'll be able to obtain more useful intelligence."
He paused, a shrewd look in his eyes. "Even if he could truly control himself and not contact the delegation, as long as he sat there, he would be like a thorn in the heart of the orc delegation, affecting their mentality, making them believe their cards have been exposed, and even becoming paranoid. That would be enough."
"Your Majesty is wise." The Chief Minister lowered his head, his voice steady as if without any emotion.
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The royal palace meeting hall.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense and solemn.
On both sides of the long negotiation table sat the core ministers of the human kingdom and representatives of the orc delegation.
The elves and dwarves also attended as mediators.
Benjamin sat in a corner of the gallery, playing the role of an inconspicuous "special consultant".
Several rounds of negotiations have been held but remain at a stalemate.
"Human, our orcish demands are already laid out. You must compensate for the resources we agreed upon, and pay for the losses this delay has caused our kingdom!"
The leader of the orc delegation, a rough-haired orc elder, spoke in a deep voice with an unquestionable arrogance.
"Orcs! We are willing to compensate you with the resources we agreed upon, but you must also pay the price for capturing our city!"
"You're talking nonsense! That's our trophy!"
"Crap, beep, beep, you..."
"[Orcish swear words]."
Seeing that the so-called negotiations had once again turned into a war of words, some people couldn't help but turn their attention to the delegations from the elves and dwarves.
After all, the reason why the delegations of these two races were invited was to mediate the conflict between humans and orcs at critical moments.
Unfortunately, it would be better not to ask for help.
In the elf delegation, the female elf whose unusual aura Jemin sensed at the banquet stood up at this moment.
She was tall, with a cold and arrogant expression, and her tone was filled with clear contempt: "Both of you races only know how to take, not how to contribute. To form an alliance with a vulgar race like you will only tarnish the glory of the elves!"
Listening to this outrageous statement, Jieming's eyelids twitched: "Is this coordination or adding fuel to the fire..."
The most outrageous thing was that although the other elves didn't respond, their expressions involuntarily revealed expressions of agreement.
Sure enough, the elf's outrageous remarks soon received a response.
"Long ears, I'm going to blanch you, beep beep beep..."
The leader of the orc delegation took the lead in attacking, and the ministers of the human delegation immediately followed suit.
"【Royal Capital Foul Words】."
The elf responded without hesitation: "[elegant elf curse words]."
As for the dwarves, those taciturn fellows had no intention of expressing any opinions from the beginning, and they were all drunk.
"Have you heard? The leader of the orc delegation had a fight with the patrol outside the city, saying that 'the honor of orcs must not be desecrated'. If the people from the Magician Association hadn't arrived in time, there might have been a loss of life." One servant whispered to another.
"And there's the elf Serafina. She always speaks so condescendingly, totally belittling the orcs and us. Doesn't she want the alliance to be formed at all?" Another noble aide complained with a frown.
"It's the same with the dwarves. The female dwarf leader, aside from emphasizing the importance of dwarven technology and minerals, remains silent on any mention of war support. She's incredibly stubborn."
When Benjamin heard these whispers, he felt something was wrong.
It sounds like the different ethnic groups have long been accustomed to conflicts between them.
But he always felt something was wrong.
He calmly turned his gaze towards the foreign delegation. He now knew that the three "strange" people he had noticed at the last banquet were the leaders of these delegations.
The female elf sat there proudly and elegantly, as if she didn't care about the outcome of the negotiations at all.
The orc warrior turned around and cursed at the human minister.
The female dwarf was holding a wine bag, taking a sip from time to time, her eyes looking a little distracted.
Due to the inaction of the three leaders of the delegation, the atmosphere of the negotiations became increasingly tense and the smell of gunpowder became stronger.
(End of this chapter)
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