Chapter 2085 Terrorists
Date- 18 April 2321 n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Time- 18:56
Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Air Space
"I''m happy that it works for you. Anything else?" Wyatt said politely nning to take his leave. "Yes, it is regarding the silver milk powder improvement project. I have repeatedly asked the Southern Princess to get your opinion on this project but she never gave me a clear answer. Since I have had the chance to meet you the inventor of the silver milk powder in person, I will do one better, as the researcher in charge of the project I would like to invite you on board," the Royal Instructor invited Wyatt to help him and his team with the silver milk powder improvement project. "No, not interested," Wyatt tly rejected the Royal Instructor''s invitation. Before thetter could ask why, he exined, "I believe I have already told the Southern Royal family that the silver milk powder cannot be improved. You can try to increase its concentration and make it purer but you cannot improve it. When are you people going to get that some things are already perfect the way they are like the air we breathe, you can increase the concentration of oxygen and decrease the pollutants in it but you cannot improve it." "Oh, no wonder the Southern Princess kept avoiding me whenever I asked her for your opinion on the project. She did not want us to stop the project because of your opinion," the Royal Instructor spected. It seemed he did not n on stopping the silver milk improvement project just because of Wyatt''s opinion. "Good luck with your project," Wyatt said signaling the Field Marshal to lift the istion barrier without bothering to persuade the Royal Instructor not to waste time and resources on the dead-end project as he knew his words would not change his mind. Sometimes one has to be burned to learn not to y with me. Such was the case of Anna''s mother and the Royal Instructor when it came to the silver milk powder improvement project. For them, the monopoly of silver milk powder wasn''t enough they the were greedy for more. Unfortunately for them, they would only find disappointment at the end of their greed. Wyatt would be satisfied with just getting the opportunity to tell them I told you so. As the Field Marshal lifted the istion barrier, Wyatt heard the voice of Ransom Lorn reprimanding Adriene and the rest of Wyatt''s old followers, "How can you guys force others into very? This is the Southern Region not some backwater region like the Empire. Destroy those contracts at once." "Old man, I don''t care who you are. This is the business of the Bright Lions, you have no right to meddle in this," Aurelia yelled with all her might barely withstanding the pressure of the Ransom''s Intent sense on her. She knew though the unknown demigod was being overbearing he did not dare to harm them. So she did not fear to speak her thoughts. "You little shi—" Ransom was pissed by Aurelia''s words he was about to teach her how to speak to her elders but sensing extra pair of gazes on him he turned to find his mother and Wyatt staring at him. "An elder bullying a bunch of kids, have you no shame son?" the Field Marshal asked her youngest with a frown. She wondered why he was being foolish and picking a fight with Wyatt of all the people. Can''t he see even the Royal Instructor has to be careful with his words around him? Has he learned nothing from her and his father? Was he the reason Luna turned out the way she did?
"Boss this shameless old man is trying to intimidate us into destroying the ve contracts," Aurelia did not hesitate to take a few shots at Ransom now that her boss was here. "For goodness sake, how many times do I have to tell you people these are not ve contracts they are ''Agents of Southern Hope'' contracts," Adriene corrected Aurelia in frustration. With the help of Wyatt''s other subordinates, Adriene was able to convince her faction, Cervos, JJ, their factions, and other factions to sign the ''Agents of Southern Hope'' contract to escape certain death and enjoy Wyatt''s blessing for a century before Wyatt''s celestial blood fate domain vanished. Once it did, she assembled the Agents of Southern Hope to march to Wyatt and demonstrate their obedience. However, they were soon greeted by Ransom and his team of demigods. After learning what had transpired, Ransom was furious and demanded Adriene to destroy the contracts. Only Adriene knew how much strength and courage it took for her not to cave in the face of Ransom''s threats and the pressure of his insane intent sense. Still, she seeded where many would fail. Especially, ever since she lost the aid of her inner goddess. However, what she did was nothingpared to Aurelia standing up to Ransom. In her defense, Aurelia was not normal, she was built differently. "Field Marshal, they forced the other children to sign a ve contract on his orders," Ransom did not back down from his mother''s warning and pointing at Wyatt he used him of being the mastermind. To Ransom''s surprise, the Field Marshal nonchntly asked him, "So?" "So? What do you mean? This is the Southern region, the greatest region of regions, where people have basic human rights. As its hero, you should give them justice," Ransom spouted in a single breath. "You, done?" the Field Marshal asked uninterestedly. "Yes, I guess?" Ransom did not dare speak any more nonsense feeling his mother''s cold stare. He, his siblings, and his father were not new to this stare, they knew they had to shut up when the Field Marshal gave them this stare. "First of all, as the little one imed, they did not sign a ve contract but the ''Agent of Southern Hope'' contract. Secondly, if anybody deserves justice here, then it''s Wyatt as they all rushed over here to kill him. Since they all were prepared to kill someone they should have been prepared to die. Them signing a ve— I mean an ''Agent of Southern Hope'' contract was them getting off easy for their crimes. Lastly, they all nned to kill the ''Hope of the Southern Region.'' So, in my eyes, they are nothing but terrorists. Last I checked, terrorists had no rights in the Southern Region. Any objection?" The Field Marshal exined to her youngest who did not dare to retort and only nodded his head like a bobblehead doll.