Pirate Warring States Warriors

Institute of Classical Architecture, independent studio.

Baron Ponte carefully sketched the drawings on the table, and from time to time he raised his head to look at the clock on the wall, as if waiting for something.

Da da da....

The sound of leather boots hitting the ground sounded, and a middle-aged man with slicked back hair quickly walked into the studio, and then caught a glimpse of Ponte at the table.

"You asked me to come over. What happened? Ponte."

The man with the back of his head is naturally Spangdine.

If Warring States was on the side, it might be easy to hear that Spangdyne's tone of voice did not change at all when he called the baron's name. This was something he did not usually do when he called those nobles.

When Ponte saw Spangdine finally arriving, he smiled and led him to the tea room aside.

"Hahaha, Mr. Spangdine, I heard that you have been promoted to CP commander. Congratulations."

Spangdine waved his hand and said impatiently:

"So what do you have to do? I came to the water city because I have important things to do. I hope we can hurry up and not waste each other's time."

"Don't worry, we have a common goal this time."

common goal

Spandaine looked at Baron Ponte thoughtfully, but the other man had already sat down with a smile.

"Sir, this is probably for the design drawings of Mori Shipyard."

His finger traced the map on the table, finally stopping on a red cross.

“And our goal is also to cover Moree Shipyard.”

Maury Shipyard, famous for building large-caliber, saturated firepower and extremely unstable warships.

Their battleship is more like a big time bomb at sea, but a bomb that can maintain high combat effectiveness is undoubtedly the favorite of all kinds of people in society.

Although their shipping company is the most strictly monitored company by the government, qualifications are reviewed for six months out of the year and the factory is shut down for four months for rectification.

However, the ships that appear on the sea from time to time indicate that this company is still building ships secretly, and there has even been a trend of moving factories and running away in recent years.

The other party at this carnival was also unambiguous, claiming to build a battleship of justice and reason.

The slogan is "Caliber is justice, range is truth."

"Let's not talk about how you are so sure that our target is them..."

Spangdyne showed no expression on his face and pointed his finger on the map of Water Capital Commercial Street.

"How do you shipwrights plan to cooperate with us?"

He took advantage of the time gap between asking questions and began to think quickly about the whole story.

Pont knew about Mori Shipyard, and he could explain it by accidentally leaking the news when he talked to Sengoku last time.

But he just named the drawings that even he didn't know clearly, and he had basically confirmed that Ponte was not the real planner of this act, but just a cannon fodder.

Is it because the cake of the person above is passive?

Hearing that Spangdyne wanted to agree, Ponte perked up and said quickly:

"Those mud-legged people have really become more and more aggressive in recent years. They have been challenging the authority of the government. Recently, they even came up with the idea of ​​a mask carnival."

He didn't feel at all that there was anything ridiculous about equating an ordinary shipyard with the government. He seemed to think so from the bottom of his heart.

"This kind of behavior that shakes the interests of government shipyards needs to be stopped and should be defined as behavior that threatens social stability. I hope to get help from the CP Ministry of Government to suspend this year's mask carnival and conduct an inventory of participating shipyards."

"So I need your government's foreign affairs team, sir. It's enough to stop the mask carnival and then conduct a judge trial, so that Mori Company can be searched legally."

After Baron Ponte said these words, he saw Spangdine opposite him looking at the collection in his room from time to time, or yawning, as if he was indifferent to what he had just said.

The bitch is just a slave of the Celestial Dragons, and he actually put on airs with me.

He couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart, but his tea-making hand remained as steady as a rock.

"By the way, there is also the navy named Sengoku. Recently, there have been reports in the Water Capital that he will also appear at the Mask Carnival. Sir, can you directly order him to withdraw..."

A cup of new green leaf tea was brewed, and when he was about to enjoy it, Spangdine on the other side of the table took it away and drank it all.

Surprise and anger surged into his heart at the same time, but before he could get angry, Spangdine burped and said to him slowly:

"Stop cursing me. You think I'm a slave. Are you the one in charge here? You're just a scapegoat."

"You...how do you know...what does this mean?"

Ponte was suddenly exposed to his inner thoughts and asked in a panic.

Spangdine was lying on the sofa, his drooping eyes seemed to be distracted, or... looking at garbage.

"The difficulty of understanding the inner thoughts of a boring person like you is basically the same as reading a book."

"You nobles who stay in the shipyard all day long, don't you really think that you are really a noble just because you have the title of honorary noble? Don't think about why you have to stay in the Capital of Seven Waters all your life."

"It doesn't matter if you want to suppress those companies, I don't care if you kill them all." While saying words that frightened Ponte, he walked over and put his hands on Ponte's shoulders.

"But you want to command my people and deceive the navy. I almost thought you had officially joined the royal family."

Drops of cold sweat seeped out from Ponte's forehead, and finally gathered into beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

"These are not my ideas. I don't want your people anymore. Uh-huh..."

"Shh."

Spangdine covered Ponte's mouth with one hand and shook his finger.

"Look, even as a dog, you are not as obedient as me, and you bite your master back. As long as we maintain a tacit understanding, I won't be able to live with what you say."

"I just need to know that you ordered all of this, that's all I need."

"There are 109 members of the government's foreign affairs team, and they will be under your command before I leave the Capital of Seven Waters."

Wearing a striped suit, he pushed open the door and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor without looking back.

"Do this well. You might be able to survive if you do this well, nerd."

Only Ponte, who had not yet come to his senses, and a blue telephone bug on the ground were left in the room.

Ponte, who recovered from his panic, stood up from the floor angrily and picked up the phone bug.

The phone bug is all blue, with the word cp engraved on it, but there is no specific number.

The hand holding the phone bug trembled slightly, causing it to shrink back into its shell in fear.

Although he had gotten what he wanted, there was no joy at all on Ponte's face at this time.

To put it bluntly, he is a person who lives in an ivory tower and has never done anything so grand in his life.

With only these 109 people, can I really stop a city’s mask carnival?

"Damn it"

He hammered the table and muttered to himself, not even caring that his hand was pierced by the glass.

Finally, the bloody hand picked up the telephone bug's receiver.

"Bulu Bulu, Bulu Bulu..."

"Sir Spangdine, do you have anything to arrange?"

"I am your new commander..."