CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 469: PRETENTIOUSNESS

He truly intended to kill Armand.

Armand, knowing he could not survive, did not shrink back and willingly closed his eyes to await death. He was Duke Celia’s manservant and had dedicated his life to the Duke.

Death was something he had never feared.

At the critical moment, Celia descended from the sky and shielded Armand from the blade.

Even so, Armand was still sent flying by the impact of Lance’s blade, crashing harshly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and passing out.

"Hmph!"

Lance sheathed his knife neatly and watched coldly as Celia personally helped Armand up and then instructed the guards to take him away. His gaze carried a hint of mockery.

"You wouldn’t have fallen in love with your own manservant, would you?"

Celia looked at him with an inscrutable expression, a flash of annoyance in her eyes, but Lance didn’t care. He turned around and walked away.

"Stop right there!"

"What now? Is there something else?"

"Lance, just what are you trying to say? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong to be treated by you with such an attitude?"

"There’s nothing you’ve done wrong. It’s just that I’ve seen your true face, that’s all," Lance said with a sneer curling his lips. "You keep saying it’s for her, but I haven’t seen you actually do it."

"How would you know what I’ve done?"

"What have you done?"

"I..."

"I’ve only seen you getting on well with the Lost Association."

Celia’s face changed dramatically, and she clenched her fists tightly at her sides. "I shouldn’t have trusted a traitor. You betrayed her ten years ago; how could I expect you would turn over a new leaf after ten years? A selfish person is always selfish."

Lance’s eyes were full of disdain. "You’ve already got what you wanted, so please stop with the hypocritical acting."

Initially, Lance wanted to remind her that Fu Xing was not so easily fooled, what was given must be reclaimed, but thinking of how Celia had met with people from the Lost Association in secret while everyone was concerned about Lin Fu, he felt so disgusted that he didn’t want to say another word.

...

After the Eighth Fleet left the Capital Star System, the flagship Asgard detached from the fleet. The task of suppressing the rebellion was handed over to the deputy commander, and Fu Xing, with his men, personally headed to the border. The destination was close to the Laniakea Battlefield, a compulsory passageway for the Cosmic Star Thieves and smugglers heading to the Free Federation.

That area was the territory of a Countess named Ingrid.

The Galaxy Empire’s territory was vast, and even for a six-star flagship like Asgard, it took half a year of non-stop spatial jumps.

This half-year was an agony for Fu Xing, every moment, every second.

Fortunately, Fu Xing was a man with profound schemes, and despite the torment in his heart, he still appeared calm and collected.

At this moment, a meeting was being held in the conference room on the bridge.

There weren’t many people attending the meeting, but surprisingly, there was one person who shouldn’t have been on Asgard—Murphy, the former diplomat.

Before leaving, Fu Xing had brought this man along.

Having gone through a series of ordeals including assassination attempts, imprisonment, and loss of freedom, Murphy appeared thinner than before, but his spirits were still high, and he looked every bit the noble gentleman. As the former Foreign Minister of the Galaxy Empire, he was low-key within the nation and not well-known, but in other nations, he was extremely popular.

He was the dream lover of many young ladies; Murphy’s elegance and nobility, combined with his impeccable gentlemanly manners, was like a calling card for the Galaxy Empire on the international stage.

Murphy looked up at Fu Xing, who sat at the head of the table, and secretly marveled.