A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 86: Master Elon Wants Me to Confess My Love? The Gods' Love Brain Wars (Part )
Main hall.

The evening breeze blew in from the balcony facing Mirror Lake, brushing against the entire floor-to-ceiling glass on the opposite side of the main hall. The bright neon lights of Yunduan Avenue set the backdrop for the magnificent scenery of Mirror Lake.

The most luxurious interior design is never about piling up furniture and soft furnishings, but about using the location of the house to outline ingenuity and add the finishing touch.

The cool seamless marble ceiling reflects the light and shadow of the lake and the city, where civilization and nature blend together. There is only a set of long sofas facing each other in the middle, ensuring that visitors can appreciate the magnificent scenery brought by this top-notch location no matter which angle they look.

Ankuya slowly and politely recounted the clues he had obtained from investigating the corpse.

It is basically consistent with what he reported to the school leaders.

The only difference is that the part about the artificial circuit was omitted and replaced with "ordinary people using special arcane devices."

"Do you think there's a mastermind behind these five robbers?"

Although Elon was asking questions, he didn't look surprised, as if he had expected this.

"The best-case scenario is that one of the two who escaped was an arcanist, and the arcane device used by the robbers was made by him alone. But this is unlikely."

Ankua picked up the crystal glass and took a sip of water.

According to Jenny, who was pouring the water, this water was glacial water from the northern tundra of the northern continent. Now that the northern continent was blocked, every sip you drank was one less.

"I'm more inclined to believe that it's the Yangen Restoration Organization from the Western Continent who's helping them. Creating this kind of arcane device isn't simple. It requires technology, funding, and talent, and it's not something ordinary Western Continent workers have access to."

Elon nodded in approval.

"How does the Academy plan to handle this matter? Is there anything that requires the Council's cooperation?"

"Start with the investigation of the wandering government in Yangen."

".Isn't this a bit too long?"

Elon was a little worried. "I've heard about this nomadic government. They've lobbied not only our Branson family, but also other prominent wealthy businessmen and politicians in Ashville. They hope to gain sponsorship and repay it with trade concessions after the restoration of the country."

"Heh." Ankua laughed dumbly. "Mr. Elon, what do you think the success rate of this nomadic government in restoring its sovereignty is?"

"The Kingdom of Yangen has been destroyed for nearly forty years, and the land is already in ruins. Restoring the kingdom can only be done through war, which is as difficult as establishing a new country."

Elon graduated from Salem School, a prestigious institution that emphasizes history, and his insights into world politics are far more profound than those of ordinary people.

"Yangen was very prosperous a hundred years ago. Although it was still a little behind the Southern Continent, it was still the leading overlord in the Western Continent. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who still miss it forty years after its demise."

"The fundamental reason for their demise was the sudden assassination of King Yangen. The princes' fight for the throne sparked a split, ultimately leading to the downfall of all factions. With the Empire and the kings of the Southern Continent involved, Yangen's future became uncontrollable. Legally speaking, if the leader of this nomadic government is a descendant of the royal family, then he can indeed inherit the legitimacy of the Yangen Kingdom."

"The Empire has been blockaded by the Sea of ​​Mist until now, and the Western Continent War is nearing its end. As long as they are obedient, the Southern Continent nobles should not care who rules the Western Continent. If the Yangen Wandering Government can gain the support of a powerful country in the Southern Continent and find a way to force the local forces occupying the Central Plains to give up the land they have seized, then there is a possibility of restoring the country."

Elon paused and said pessimistically, "But the prerequisite is that they must gather an army strong enough to establish a country on the Western Continent, and pray that the empire will be trapped in the Sea of ​​Mist for the next hundred years. Only then will there be a chance of survival."

Ankuya suddenly asked a somewhat off-topic question:
"Do you know how much money has been burned in the wars in the Western Continent over the years?"

"That's not easy to calculate."

After a moment's thought, Elon said cautiously, "The war funding provided by the Southern Continent nations over the past thirty years has likely exceeded 200 million gold pounds. While the Philippine Empire's economic system differs from ours, its input is likely no less than this. As for the price paid by the Western Continent nations and the cost of post-war reconstruction, only future generations will know."

Ankuya looked up at Elon. Remarkable. The mental calculations and the results carefully calculated by the actuary in the school office were surprisingly similar.

He said in a deep voice, "To sustain a war, and to achieve victory in expanding territory, the daily military expenditure would be no less than 50,000 gold pounds. This is equivalent to 0.25% of the annual GDP of the city of Eswell. That's the strange part."

"They went to such great lengths to rob a jewelry store, only to take away jewels worth less than 3000 gold pounds. How many more robberies would it take to raise enough money to restore the country? If the culprit behind this is the Yangen nomadic government, that's pretty foolish."

"Mr. Ankua, do you think the robbers' purpose was to kill, not rob?"

Ankua raised his eyes and met Elon's calm gaze.

"Isn't it? Oh, you don't seem that surprised."

"Would you like to hear the conclusions I came up with?" Elon took a sip of water calmly.

"Oh? Your investigation?"

Ankuya pretended to be surprised: "Tell me about it."

Quinn, who had been silent all the time, also sat up straight.

"Please let me confirm one fact first—"

Elon leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees to support his chin, and spoke steadily, "Are the identities of the three dead robbers Bates Barnes, Arnold, and Quinn Cardin?"

Ankuya was slightly stunned.

In order to conceal the artificial circuit, he did not disclose the details of the robbers.

".Yes, how did you know?" Before he retrieved the body, the coroner among the law enforcement officers should not have arrived yet.

He also took away all the items at the scene, including the Starlight Potion and Quinn's bullets.

Elon smiled and waved, and a pale-faced man came over with a tray of cigars.

The man with the bulging muscles that made his shirt bulge and the steady steps was none other than Graham, the bodyguard who was seriously injured by the robbers that day.

At this time, he had regained his ability to move, and there was no sign that a big hole had been made in his chest by the arcane magic.

"Your Excellency, I can explain this. I happened to be at the scene that day and fought with the three criminals. I remember their appearances."

Elon finished his words, "After I had someone draw a portrait of the robbers, I discovered they were from the Western Continent. I then used some of my connections in the Western District to investigate, and surprisingly, I was lucky enough to find out their identities. Mr. Ankua, do you want a cigar?"

The cigars are wrapped in gold foil with two overlapping crowns printed on them. Anyone who knows the goods can recognize that this is the symbol of the tribute from the British royal family. There are many such cigars on the black market and they sell for extremely high prices, but 99% of them are fakes. After all, the outflow of royal tribute is a capital crime, so how can ordinary people get them?

But it’s hard to say about the cigar that appeared here. Judging from the way Elon carefully picked it up with tweezers, it is likely that it is the real thing that he got it somehow.

He seemed to have researched Ankuya's preferences and made thorough preparations.

Ankuya said nothing and silently accepted Elon's kindness. Graham took out a lighter and lit cigarettes for the two of them.

Jenny smiled secretly. She was not afraid of your bad face, but she was afraid that you would not accept anything.

"Where's Mr. Quinn?"

Quinn stretched his neck and stared, carefully examining the cigars on the plate like a stranger who had never seen the world.

"What kind of cigarettes have to be wrapped in gold? How much is this thing worth?"

He watched Graham's reaction.

But Graham seemed unaware that Quinn was his savior, and just moved the plate closer in a flattering manner.

Did you conceal the fact that you shot and saved Xia Dai'er?

This guy calls himself Warrior Destiny, and judging by the power he displayed that day, he's most likely a Warrior, Sequence Eight [Fighter].

The warrior is worthy of having the strongest physique among the extraordinary people. Even after suffering such a serious injury, he was able to get out of bed and walk again in just over a week, as if nothing had happened.

Compared to that, the thief's fate is simply a super small cup, with a hole in his chest and lying flat on the ground.

Elon took a puff of his cigarette, and the rich smell of cigar filled everyone's nostrils. He drove Graham away before continuing:

"Perhaps I know more about the identities of these three people than the academy does. They are all low-ranking people in Sewell—Bates is a boilerman in the steel mill, Arnold is a dyer in the textile factory, and Quinn is a small leader of the Razor Gang."

"Bates lost his left arm in a boiler room accident. Arnold was nearly blinded by long-term exposure to dyes. And Quinn offended a law enforcement officer and was thrown into prison for fifteen years. He contracted a severe lung disease in the prison factory and could never return to the gang after his release."

When Elon said these words, there was no sense of gloating, but rather it seemed like he was making excuses for the three of them.

"None of the three are core members of the Yangen Restoration Organization, nor are they Yangen people in the traditional sense. Bates is from the Sudanese tribe, Arnold left Yangen with his parents when he was six years old, and Quinn is a mixed-race child of Yangen refugees and people from the South Continent. He has never been to the West Continent in his life."

"Restoring their nation is completely unimportant to them. Their biggest commonality is that they've all been persecuted by the East Welsh nobles, and they're all dying."

Elon took a puff of his cigarette. "So I think this incident has little to do with the Yangen Nomadic Government. The Restoration Organization is most likely just a way for the mastermind behind the scenes to contact these people, and the mastermind has other purposes."

Ankua stared at the calm face through the cigar smoke and asked slowly:
"Then what do you think the mastermind went to such great lengths to recruit this group of people to rob the jewelry store?"

“Oh, who knows?”

Elon shook off the ash from his cigarette and asked tentatively, "However, if you are willing to tell me what the arcane device the academy is trying to hide is, the one that cured their disability, perhaps I can guess a clue."

Ankuya froze for a moment, then stared at him calmly: "You are very smart."

"I'll just say it."

Elon stood up--

"I'm not curious about what it is, nor do I want it. But I know the academy wants to cover it up, and I can help destroy it. I have an efficient team of law enforcement officers that can make up for the lack of staff in the school office, but I have a condition."

Ankuya crossed his arms, a cigar in his mouth, and asked with interest:
"What conditions?"

"I need the college's support to become Speaker."

The young voice echoed in the evening breeze.

"—Let me lead Eswell into becoming an independent country."

(End of this chapter)